After a long hiatus, It happens Again

I have said it earlier
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And I am saying it again
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I dont want to do it because it is a right thing to do
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But because it is the right time to do it

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As much as I appreciate their thoughts and concerns
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My feelings should also be taken into account
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Dios, ayúdame

No ignorar el título.
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Me siento realmente como alguien dar una bofetada de buena perra. Como realmente.
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Es la persona más snob que he conocido. Aún más interesante, él es mi miembro de la familia!!!!
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Mierda~

I'm doing it because IT IS my work. I'm no Paris Hilton

Dont ignore the title, it does mean something.

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So, people know how kiatsu I am when it comes to my job. I am completely a different person the moment I step into the office. I dont go chit chatting whenever I feel bored, I dont find any pleasure of gossiping with any of my fellow mates. I just dont.

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Yeah, so I guess I am that boring.

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People always wonder, how come my job seems and sounds far more stressful compared to others? They are lawyers too..well, I dont want to comment on that cz for me, it is subjective. It depends on what sort of portfolio you are carrying with you.

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Yeah, I am that boring.

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"tak payah nk keje kuat2 sgt..nnt dh kawen tempat kt dapur jugak"

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Sounds familiar aint it?

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This is my public declaration:

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You are a complete dimwit for having that thought in that sorry brain of yours. When we are urged to think outside the box, you find it more comfortable to stay inside your pitiful sty. Your brain fails to develop, your mentality remains stagnant.

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"tak payah keje kuat2 sgt..nnt dh kawen suami kan ade nk support"

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This is my public announcement:

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If it is the God's will that your husband dies, then how? Mau makan apa? Batu bata masak sweet sour? Lalang goreng belacan? Kayu 3 rasa?

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I dont work because I am forced to. I work because it is the right thing to do. I work because I am no Paris Hilton. I am no heiress. I dont get allowance every month just by spreading my legs and partying. I get paid because I work.

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Again, Why Am I Still Awake?

This is once and for all. Those who are reading, I hope you dont come back to me asking me this stupid question again.
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I mean, why is it so hard for some people to believe it?
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Just because I sound kinky most of the time with no apparent reason, it doesnt mean that I am that.
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*inhale*
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*exhale*
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Yes I'm still a virgin
Yes I dont drink
Yes I dont masturbate
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Sorry to dissappoint you but yeah.
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And stop asking me to go clubbing with you cz trust me, you will be embarassed.

I'm Getting Emo-er Each Entry

If only I have the moral strength to tell it out loud to your face, God trust me I would.

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I wonder most of the times, what on the mother-fu**er earth do you see in her? All the lies, all the back stabbing..come on!!

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She is whoring her worthless anal self around, being completely twathead, ignoring her own flesh and blood...while you act both characters as mom and dad, running here and there trying to ensure that your kids have a place to sleep and food to eat while you busting your sorry ass working.

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She does what?

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FREAKIN' NOTHING!

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And you, yes YOU..can still be so soft.

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Funny

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Really funny

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Cz like I said earlier, maturity doesnt always come with age.

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You can be a bloody 40 and still stupid.

Susah

Pegi gym skrg ni kene bajet time properly
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Nape?
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Salah time nnt bertembung ngn makcik2 dan kakak2 yg baru lepas aerobic session kt studio sebelah changing room
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Nape?
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Bilik air nk mandi bukannyer banyak mane pun
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Tkde tmpt nk tukar baju
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Lalu aku pun balik
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Tak jadi nk mandi sana
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Nape?
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Sbb aku pusing kanan nmpk tetek
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Aku toleh kiri nmpk tetek
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Kebelakang pun tetek
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Maigod
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Feels like I'm in the United Kingdom of Boobies

Jiwa Keparat

Otak dah tersangkut di lutut
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Demmit

Comparison

I've witnessed a fall. Suffered by my own blood, whom I shall refer to as the "Unlucky Lad". So bad it hurts almost every soul in the family. A fall caused by a woman. Whom I shall refer to as the "Butt-Face".
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This Butt-Face used to be someone significant in my family. Someone loved by the Unlucky Lad. They seemed perfect for one another. They looked happy. They were blissed with children from their own flesh, whom I shall refer to as the "Yo-yo Siblings". They were...a family.
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I grew up watching their happiness. I laughed at their silly jokes about one another. I used to hug that Butt-Face, and everytime that happened, she would giggle and asked me to stop. I watched how her eyes fulled with love and joy whenever the Unlucky Lad was around. How she smiled at his presence. I watched all that.
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But sky isnt always bright. Summer wont last forever.
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Butt-Face cheated. On the Unlucky Lad. On the Yo-yo Siblings. On us. All of us, whom I shall refer to as the "Clan". Butt-Face is a liar. A cold hearted liar. Butt-Face is a bitch.
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The moment the Clan found out about this, everybody went ballistic. All of us. We felt sorry for the Unlucky Lad. Sorry for the Yo-yo Siblings. Butt-Face went gracely without remorse. Without guilt. Butt-Face is a bitch.
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The Clan made a pact. This has to stop. The Unlucky Lad needs to build his own wall again. Swag that moves. Chicks hunting. All that. Unlucky Lad must have a new life. Forget that Butt-Face. So we told him.
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But I guess plans are just plans. Unlucky Lad finds it hard to let go. Hard to erase. Hard to delete. All memories, laughs, tears, everything he shared with a woman whom he used to call wife (I call her Butt-Face). Unlucky Lad is weak.
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At certain point I just want to present the Unlucky Lad with a bitch slap. Double bitch slap if I may. Just enough to wake him up. To let him understand, that he needs a WIFE in his life. Butt-Face was not a wife. She was just a woman. Not qualified to the heaven underneath your feet.
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I think about this so many times. Butt-Face is the eldest in the family and Unlucky Lad is the youngest. I am the eldest in my family and my other half, whom I shall refer to as the "Lucky Lad" is the youngest in his.
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Butt-Face and the Unlucky Lad used to care and love one another so much. I am sure that the Lucky Lad and I share the same passion.
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Butt-Face and the Unlucky Lad were the 'ying yang' couple. The same goes to me and the Lucky Lad.
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These similarities frighten me. I now panic.
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But hey, why should I?
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Butt-Face thinks with her arse, while I think with my brain.
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Butt-Face talks with her boobs, while I talk with my heart.
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Butt-Face is a cheap ho, while I am a great miss.
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Butt-Face's love was plastic. Mine is not.
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Butt-Face thinks that heaven is everywhere, while I know that heaven lies with your mother and husband.
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A note to the Unlucky Lad, please use your God given brain to think smart even though you have all the God given right to remain stupid.
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It's Funny...Really

It is hard being me. I have an ability which I can say not acquirable by many people. Ability to MENTAL BLOCK.

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I've been battling lotsa issues since kid. My sexuality, my curve, my interests, the likes and dislikes..bla bla bla. When people started to question, if I feel like answering then I'd explain. But, most of the times, I just mental blocked them.

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How?

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Simply by ignoring their questions and facial expressions, that's number 1 and next step is by placing an imaginative 'wall' inside my brain. Just to curb all those retarded quiries from invading my cell territory.

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Yup, THAT works everytime. But the ugly part of having this ability is you tend to be insensitive. Since my brain works the other way around, I believe each and everyone else's should be working the same way. I developed a new skill out of it...the COULDNT BE BOTHERED ability.

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How does it work?

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Since my brain cells were trained to prevent "retarded invasions", I have the tendency to shoosh away some feelings. When something bad happened and you should be sad..I feel normal instead. When your feelings are bruised by something or someone...I feel "fuck it", move along!

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THAT caused me troubles. I was often being labelled as the "insensitive Faiz" or "owh Faiz, the one with no emotion"

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Someone said to me, right to my face...

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" God created you without a heart "

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But now

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I slowly begin to feel, and it is akward at first. That grows everyday and though I feel delighted, it somehow makes me feel uncomfortable. Cz this is not me. I wasnt born like this. I wasnt raised with emotions. I built my own wall.

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Aint it funny?

This is What I Feel and How I Feel It

I love you

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Full Stop

Sekalipun Hati Bentak Berdarah, You are Still a Twat

I dont need a bomoh to be happy, but I know you need a surgeon to move your brain and put it right where it belongs...your anus

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I dont need a bomoh to have someone as my other half, but I know you need a bridge somewhere for you to perform the ritual of "mandi-bawah-jambatan-kasik-buang-itu-siyal"

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I dont need my father to tell me how to behave myself, but I know you need any random human being to tell you "jangan la bingak sgt"

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I dont need NO ONE to tell me how fat I am, but I KNOW even with your skinny figure you will still stay as a twat

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Wanna know why?

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Cz dudes love meat!

Woi Woi

Pehal aku makin gelap???????????????????????

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PEHAL???????????????

Demm

Those who know me very well know about this.

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I have a condition

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It happens RARELY

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But when it does

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Nothing can stop me

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*tarik nafas dalam2*

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My kinky hormones just kicked in

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Bear with me while it's there

p/s: please dont run and scream like a beaten drag queen just because you heard me talking like fasha sandha

Ye ye Saya Tahu

Ramai tanye nape blog sudah tidak di'update'.

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Jawapan senang je, sbb dh start keje.

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Makanya susah sket.

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And as from now on, takde lagi entry merepek aka meraban dari saya.

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My blog will switch to its old mode - BOSAN -

Nape la Yakin Sgt

Yakiner: "Orang2 yang name Hairi semua hensem2..."

Yakinee: *matilah*

Come On!!

Please please....just stick forever.

Susah Betul Jadi Perempuan Macho ni..

*Situasi adalah malam semalam. Sedang mengeliat sambil mncarot2 kerna assignment masih lagi tidak siap2*

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*Ade dua ekor budak kecik nama sasa dan yana sedang guling2 atas katil. Lalu si sasa dtg sambil isap botol dan berkata*

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"eeeiii, kak long ade bijik *sambil tangan memegang leher aku*...ayah sasa pun ade jugak"

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*aiseymen, bijik tu adalah halkum ye kwn2. Sudah pun diceritakan pada teman2 smlm, ade sorg mangkok ayun bole ckp*

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"cool bro (motif pggl aku bro), you ade faiz's apple"

Lebam dah Lepak Umah ni

Wa tgh borak2 ngn si hatyai pasal hidup. Pasal hidup wa yang cam haram jadah ni semenjak tk keje. Haha. Bile borak2 ngn kak iju pondan pun ckp psl bende yang same. Dhtu, banyak lak cadangan2 membina org awam kasik utk wa.

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Haji Ismail: "Kau cabut la rumput2 rosak tu, sebaldi penuh ayah kasik la kau duit"

*aiseymen, dlm erti kate lain wa kene jadi gardener di umah sendiri*

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Hajah Noriza: "Kau ikot aku pg pasar, kau pg amek adik sekola, kau anta adik sekola, kau pegi sini, sana, situ, bla bla"

*dlm erti kate lain wa adalah driver dan bouncer dia*

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Ikmal Heidir: "Since you are so bloody free, you come to my house la jadik cleaner"

*omaigod, that is soooo kinky*

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Dodot: "ayong, esok ayong tak keje kan? Jom la kita pg chopping *shopping*"

*dia ingat aku ni kentut emas kot, dhla tk keje bnyk lak duit aku kan*

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*Tengah Fikir*

Quote Hajah Noriza untuk direnungkan bersama hari ini

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"Aku kaki kau nnt baru kau tau. Kau pilih nak kaki mana, kiri ke kanan?"

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Sesuai digunakan untuk menerajang musuh.

*No title*

My blog is becoming more and more rubbish

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I will stop now

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