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When Bobby first came into our lives, I have to admit I was sceptical that he would remain around us long enough. He was picked off the streets by my uncle and adopted into the family (at my recently late grandma’s house). Bobby was allowed to move around freely and was a frequent terror to many of us who were not used to having dogs running around (yes such as I). He was just a dirty and

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"Because we need to believe in something," she said. "Otherwise our lives are empty. You can believe in anything, you know, Matthew. Art. Music. God. As long as you have something." -The World According To Bertie, Alexander McCall Smith

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I mean, why bother? In the end, everyone leaves. They always do.

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"For a few moments, he thought of what lay ahead of him. Would he be doing this for the rest of his life - sitting here, waiting for something to happen? And if that was all there was to it, then what exactly was the point? The artists whose work he sold were at least making things, leaving something behind them, a corpus of work. He, by contrast, would make nothing, leave nothing behind.""But

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"...Aasha thinks about packing, about what people take and what they leave behind, about how much room there is in a suitcase, and how you can take everything you want with you wherever you go, your packed-up life, no stopping no promises."Pg 49, Evening Is The Whole Day - Preeta Samarasan

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It is the end of times;it is the start of life.It is a time for goodbyes;it is a time for fresh hellos.It is a time for changes;it is a time to persist and hold on to your dreams. Time for us to charge in head-on, my friends. Be ready, world.

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Life…is all about the ups and downs, isn’t it? It was all good for a while, then something comes crashing down all around you to bring you back to earth. Then a little high, and a little low. The trick is to enjoy the highs, and to learn from the lows.

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No caption needed. Source: http://www.jkrowling.com/

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Today I saw the prettiest thing ever. Amazing how I have lived 21 years without knowing the existence of this miraculous creature.  Picture source: http://pixdaus.com The Glasswinged butterfly (Greta oto) is a brush-footed butterfly. The wings are translucent, with a wingspan of 5.6 to 6.1 cm. Its most common English name is glasswinged butterfly, and its Spanish name is "espejitos", which means

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Have you ever felt like this? That all that you have believed in all these while, turn out to be a lie? That all you thought it was to be was actually a joke, you being the smack centre of the joke? Did you know that even the smallest of things result in an effect, however unlikely? Did you know that the beating of a pretty little butterfly’s wings can cause a whirlwind in the quiet mountains of

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Songs for the melancholic. Have a good week, you. #1 If I Die Young by The Band Perry #2 Hiding My Heart Away by Brandi Carlile #3 Quiet Times by Dido

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:’) Source: http://9gag.com/gag/191858/

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“You humans make me sick.”

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I'm not stupid. Unfortunately even being a genius in this case does not help with anything. And sometimes it's just the way it is. This is the one time I wish I was dumb and ignorant. Like they say, ignorance is bliss. “What you don't know cannot hurt you.” It's amazing when I think of how you've survived so many years as a living breathing human being, when I think of your simple-mindedness.

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If palmistry information on this site is to be believed, then I am: a) Idealistic, dependent on partner, stressful, intellectually-bent, intertwined relationships, karmic relationships (??) b) Ambitious, excellent memory (but apparently fading memory towards the end?), materialistic, mental confusion (whut?) c) Good health/vitality, smooth life, life path is multifold. d) Fate is “failures,

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Seventeen months ago, I made a list of Things To Do In The Near Future. 1. Taste a macaroon. > done. (Singapore March 2010) 2. Get a tiny tattoo. > Still chickening out. 3. Go on a reaaally scary rollercoaster with you. > done. In fact, we got on a few that day, which was really more than enough for you I think. 4. Go on a day foodie trip. > done. (Malacca March 2011) 5. Go on a long faraway

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On nights like these, I think of all the times you made me cry. I think of all the arguments (although rare) we had. I remember the days when I am actually mad at you but pretended that everything’s fine. I remember all the hurt, all the suspicions I had, all the times I closed my eyes and told myself that everything was perfect. I remember thinking how unlike you were compared to me, how I could

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And just when we believe we could be greatReality it permeatesAnd conquers from within again. -Turpentine, Brandi Carlile

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It’s funny how we can say certain things without truly knowing what they really mean. We hear stories of abused women and shake our heads at their reluctance to leave their abusers. We think that the young men and women who commit suicide these days because they were left by their partners as really silly, that in being ‘overly dramatic’ sadly in this case had no turning back. We have heard of

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Penang, Nakhom Pathom, Amphawa, Ayutthaya, Kanchanaburi, Bangkok and all the places in between in just 5 days. Amazing.Click on the photos to view it better. Arrival at the Nakhon Pathom station from Butterworth, Penang This old lady was sitting opposite me in the tuk tuk-like vehicle. Couldn’t resist a picture of her looking so lost in thought.  At the end of one endless train ride  Outside

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Two AM. Sprawled on the couch. Legs splaying without a care in the world; one on the couch another dangling over the floor. Body turned lazily towards the laptop hanging by the edge of the couch, she stares at the non-moving Twitter page. A Fond Farewell playing on iTunes. Arms stretched up above the head to sort out the kinks. No emotions displaying on her face. Her mind is blank. Perhaps she is

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Photographs. They are a great moment-capturing tool, trapping within it’s 4” x 6” frame the particular scene of the person or people in that particular place, expressions and emotions varying. One two snap, clock ticks on. The subject in the photo laughs, leaves the scene with the photographer. Time ticks on. The scene changes, people grow up and change, emotions flow and never return. Then one

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Hello 3AM. The running thought of the night is mysterious and saddening; nobody ever wants it on anyone and yet it does happen to, as I believe, everyone. I am pondering the intrinsic nature of humans to cope with loss. The immediate want to prevent more damage and hurt to the human body and mind due to extreme unhappiness, anger or whatever the loss of another human being causes is snuffled

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Sometimes when it’s late and the skies have been dark for hours, the air quiet and still; when you close your eyes you can just imagine, just pretend for a few seconds, that everything is okay. That everything is back to just how it was before, back when it was all perfect.

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Have you ever felt strongly about something before, and strangely could not find the words to describe it? No, sad just doesn’t quite cut it. And yet deeply disturbed somehow lacks the emotions that I want to project. What happens when words, a trusty saviour of most events does not rise up to the occasion? What happens when you really need to tell someone how you feel, then you try every single

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Happy birthday dear, with lots of hugs and kisses.

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IF I were to go out for, let’s say, a Ramli burger now (note that it’s 1.58AM, Saturday 4th June 2011) and after crossing the road, I step across the roach-infested drain and whomp! a giant tree branch falls on my head – and I die. Should I become a ghost with feelings and forced to stay on Earth for a bit, what would I regret? *15 minutes later* Looks like either it’s too late for any serious

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Some songs for a lovely quiet Friday night. “I'll watch the night turn light-blue But it's not the same without you Because it takes two to whisper quietly” - Vanilla Twilight (Owl City) “Cause all of the stars have faded away Just try not to worry, you'll see them someday Take what you need and be on your way And stop crying your heart out” - Stop Crying Your Heart Out (Oasis) “Why does the

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Most of you are unfortunate to be unable to enjoy the privilege of reading my tweets which I have to admit are sometimes really ahem profound spur-of-the-moment observations, though mostly are irrelevant (but interesting!) information. Therefore I’ve decided to share some random tweets which made up for a month of May that I am undecided about whether to love or hate. *** Woo hoo the rashes in my

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Do you own an Android phone and wish for a social application to locate your friends, keep up with events, send and receive messages for free and get directions to far off places? Well the solution is here with the Fthat app! A little background on the project: Five Taylor’s Bachelor of Computer Science students namely Tey Pok Lin, Sarmad Sangi, Yoon Jin Park (Dennis), Goh Pui Leng (Derrial)

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Have you ever written a long essay, or even maybe just a paragraph or two of something that you really want to say, then deleted it without sending? Some things are better off kept inside, you know.

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When you look at someone, what is the first thing that comes to your mind?Is it the colour of their skin, their facial and physical features, the type of clothes they wear or the manner in which they speak? Stereotyping is one of the most common misconceptions of the people around us, as they are simply based on first impressions and prior assumptions.Come join us in our exploration of the

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Today I want to rave about the bestest version of my favourite classic lime margarita which i discovered just yesterday night: it is the smooth ice blended margarita! Not sure whether it’s exactly the same in other places but this was in La Bodega (I vow to try their breakfast set one of these days.)  I promise it is much much more enjoyable than the usual shaken version!

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OK the plan is simple. You’ll let me know when he is planning to come down to Malaysia, and I will arrange for an ‘accidental orange juice bump’ with him at the airport. He’ll straightaway fall in love with me then bring me back to the US and we’ll make lots and lots of uh videos. The best part is that he sounds like a reaaaaaaally nice guy. Really my kind lor. #celebcrushes

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I was reading on the couch when the sound of pattering rain made me turn to look at the balcony…and saw the whole world basking in orange.   Little miracles do happen, even if just for a heartbeat.

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When you take a not too careful sip of hot Milo, chances are you will scald your tongue. The aftermath is more annoying than really painful, but it’s long-lasting; eight hours later you can still feel the numbing uncomfortable scalding ache. Like nursing a broken relationship that  you know will never mend, or in a fit of anger blurting the wrong thing to your best friend, some things you will

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"It's ironic how we ignore those who want us, want those who ignore us, love those who hurt us, and hurt those who love us." - Source I want to write more on this but maybe after I'm done with my more pressing assignments. I love the end of semesters; everybody's so busy busy buhbusy.

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"I was licking my wounds, and I wanted to call my best friend. Except this time, she was the one who'd caused them." -Handle With Care by Jodi Picoult.

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"When you taste this one, you can still sense the heaviness left behind. It's the shadow under the sweet, the question on the tip of your tongue." - Handle With Care by Jodi Picoult.

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"But only - only - if you want to go too." "Me? I'll follow you to the end of the world." -Tariq & Laila in A Thousand Splendid Suns.

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To-do list: 1. Finish up all my assignments for the semester.2. Get a cat.3. Clear out my wardrobe.4. Write a will.5. Take more photos.6. Write more.7. Swim every weekend.8. Take on lesser responsibilities, more “me” time.9. Go on more trips and breaks.10. Never forget.

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Night out with the two of my BFFs! Don’t worry, no terrible post-drunk photos of anyone to laugh at.    I have the most gorgeous friends with the longest legs! I love the smell of my silver glitter clutch. Just kidding, it’s really a liqour flask. Why is the below picture relevant? Only to show the efforts girls take to dress from top to bottom, and from the tips of our hair til the last

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I know. I love my new blog layout too. Love shabbyblogs.com to death! *** Guys, where are you going? Come back! Guys...?

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After spending a terrible sleepless night due to a mysterious dull pain on my right shoulder during which I had woken up every hour to apply my ever trusty Counterpain (which unfortunately did help for only ten minutes before wearing off) I woke up this morning feeling like shit. Had some plans for the day but was seriously considering just staying home. However I knew that it would be for the

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Today I realized that in all regards, I have been very lucky. And blessed. Hard work does play a part but definitely being blessed is the major reason of me being able to wake up every day. Of course I don’t get every single thing that I want, but what I do have is more than many. Now if only I can start learning to be happy…

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I realized today that the book of Ecclesiastes is the most...relevant for my current situation. Lately I've been pondering (to put it simply) the meaning of life, and what is my purpose here on Earth. Why am I born to this particular family at this time of the century, why here in KL, Malaysia, why a girl instead of a boy, why did everything that has happened to me, happened? How old will I live

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The other day I saw this quote, which made a lot of sense. "Never regret anything because at some point you wanted it". Personally, I never regret most of the things I do, even if the results are not what I want. It is because I know I have tried my best, and if I know I did not, it is because I never intended to. And I never intended to live a regret-filled life.

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Taylor’s Book Club and the Expert Forum from the School of Communication did a great job of organizing today’s talk by Marina Mahathir on Inspiring Young Writers in This Age of Democracy. I would like to thank my helpful Book Club committee members: Siew Ling, Yoong Jian, Sarah, Raffi, Mei Hsuan and Daniel Thomas. Much appreciation to our lovely emcee Li May who did a great job even though

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Taylor's Book Club with the collaboration of the Expert Forum is organizing a talk by Datin Paduka Marina Mahathir entitled 'Inspiring Young Writers In This Age of Democracy.' What should young writers do in this time of political and social turbulence? Learn to take charge by incorporating it in your actions and writing.There is a Q&A session after the talk. This event is open to the public as

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Song of the moment: Tragedy: When the feeling's gone and you can't go on, It's tragedy. When the morning cries and you don't know why,It's hard to bear. With no one to love you, you're goin' nowhere Bee Gees ftw!

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Watched Big Fish again today as the rain poured outside, comforted with bowls of hot porridge. Always amazes me how people’s imagination can go so far, so colourful, so dreamlike. It’s funny how I know many people, but there is only a handful that I like to talk to. I can laugh with and spend a nice five minute chat with most people but there are only a few that I would love to sit down and have

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Going through our old photos back when we were much happier. Realized that if things have to change, I will accept it with open arms. If fate says that we are supposed to end up with somebody else somewhere else, then so be it. Because nobody can take away what we once had.

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Maroon 5 in Stadium Putra, Kuala Lumpur on April 29th! (Which just ended barely 3 hours ago) Am quite glad I decided to go for the concert, seeing as I can finally cross off an item in my bucket list, as well as spend a night swooning over one of my most favourite bands in the world! Yes I made this, but I did not bring it down from the car :( I was in Arena B, the free standing zone behind the

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Granted, it hasn’t been a very good week. However surprisingly I’m finding it easier than I thought, just by going on with a blank mind. Driving with a blank mind. Talking to people with a blank mind. Watching TV with a blank mind. Doing my essay with a blank mind. (Not easy!) It’s just like taking a morphine injection to your brain.

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They say that if you get angry or upset over something someone did, at least it means you still care. Today I did not get angry. Not anymore.

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It’s funny how that at any age, we think that we know what’s best for us. We think that we know everything there is to know, that we are at the most mature point of our lives. Then we grow a little older, and think that now we are more mature. A little older, a little more mature. And so it goes on. But until when? When would you be at the peak of your maturity, of knowledge, of experience?

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These past few days have been a fresh change. Not necessarily a positive change, but a change nonetheless. I am a Cancerian, a Creativist, a restless girl who does not like to be tied down (in other words, a free soul). I want to travel the world, I want to stay home to write, I want to be surrounded by people, I want to hide under the covers alone and read. I cannot make up my mind; I change it

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Women always had private business to raise with men, he reflected. There was always something going on in the background - some plotting or mulling over some slight of lack of attention, quite unintended, of course, but noted and filed away for subsequent scrutiny. - Mr J.L.B. Matekoni in 'Blue Shoes and Happiness'.

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A simple answer to why I crossed out the ‘people’ on the short profile top right of my blog: In my 20 years and 9 months of life I’ve met enough rude, disappointing, cowardly, stupid people to put me off human beings for the rest of my life. You’ll never meet someone who spends so much time Thinking like me…and that’s not a self-compliment.

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What do you think of life as seen by each and every one of us?

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tall, desolate, grimy.

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Because they say that pictures are more attractive than words. #1 A collection of cute candy which I gave it all away. #2 Chicken chop meal at Butterworth, Penang. #3Weekday night out at Sid’s with the uni gang. #4 Beef & cheese at said place. #5 Really dainty and fragile keychain, partly sponsored by the boy as one of the few V-Day presents he got me.    It was the first Valentine’

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When I got the text from my boyfriend telling me about the earthquake and tsunami in Japan, I was alone in the Subang apartment. Internet-less, TV-less and very much Twitter-less. I actually got quite frightened, especially when he told me Malaysia was going to get hit by tsunami at 6.49pm (which turned out to be untrue). My parents were very near the Penang coastline and I couldn't stop worrying

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What he said made me fell out of my seat. Well, almost. I was at the student counsellor retreat camp, and it was the lecture hour. Our counsellor was describing three forms of counselling when this particular one: ‘Existential Counselling’ caught my ear. The clients that would benefit from this form of counselling are usually the ones that are searching for the ‘deep meaning or purpose of life’.

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Last Friday I was invited to the media preview of the new online reality series, the first of its kind in Malaysia: Truly A Shopper. The show has a truly interesting concept and I would love to join if not for the fact that I am loaded with work and assignments :( What contestants of this reality show would do is simply (and happily I guess) to shop. Yes, they give you cash and you go out and

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I have my favourites.     

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Two-month internship at Sony doing PR ended February. Triple-M Editorship (sort of) three issues ago. Still writing for Tazette. Piano lessons every Friday & Saturday. Running around for Book Club. Less social media, more family/friends time. Final year started four days ago. Ten days to our first year. Still hanging on.

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Congratulations, you changed my life.Now I don't know what I'm living for or what I want to do with my life. I'm a free spirit trapped in a limited body in a limited world.

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There is just so many things that I believe in, and yet I know will be impossible to achieve. For example, getting someone who truly madly deeply loves you and treats you like the most precious jewel in the world with every need to be fulfilled. I have observed much of men who are supposed to be grown up, mature and knows of common courtesy. It however should not be a surprise that many of them

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Do you know what I do most of the time? Whether it be sleeping, walking around aimlessly or just dreaming into space, most of the time my mind is working very hard thinking about…what to eat next. I dream of food… When I just had breakfast, I’ll be thinking about lunch plans. When I just had lunch, I’ll start planning where to go for dinner. When it’s dinner…okay you get the idea. Yes I’m

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According to the third doctor (in 8 days) said that it could be a gastric problem. A condition called 'acid reflux', also known as Gastroesophageal reflux disease (GERD) which was a word I saw very frequently when researching Costo as they have very similar symptoms. Apparently gastric juice back flows into my chest and burns my esophagus as well as all the food that I eat, which is why my chest

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I'm convinced that I do not only have Costochondritis, but I also have a chest ailment that is showing symptoms that Costo is not supposed to have. For example the doctor said that food does not affect Costo pain, as it is only the stomach that produces gastric. But the pain that I experience is a stabbing chest pain, usually just right after I swallow only particular food stuff like chocolate (

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The only reason why I'm up and running on blogger writing something on late night Sunday is because I had just read my favourite wordy blog ever and as usual I'm inspired to write more. Like after you visit a photo blog or NatGeo then you want to pick up photography, or after reading lolcats you want to get a cat. It's the overexcited  inspired moment which usually lasts, in my case, for a quick

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Sun been down for days A winter melody she plays The thunder makes her contemplate She hears a noise behind the gate Perhaps a letter with a dove Perhaps a stranger she could love

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Amazing New Year’s Eve. Italiannies with the friends (unfortunately the food items the boy and I chose which was the set was really lousy and so not worth the price. Three days later I still cringe thinking of the money I spent for food like that), then a 2-hour jam to i-City. And we reached there JUST IN TIME: car went in the parking area then poof poof poof the fireworks came on. And every car

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Yes you read that right. This will be pictures of Christmas 2009 which I spent in Penang. Why I’m being so outdated is mainly because I want to clear out my drafts and it’s such a waste to waste pretty pictures like these. And 10 years later I would like to see how I spent my Christmas in 2009… Also, I don’t know what to write these days. Seems like the older I get, the more I want to keep things

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Continuing from the previous Taylor’s Open Day post, let me tell you what you can experience as a Communications student at Taylor’s University. As I have been here for the last 3 years doing just that, I should be more than qualified to be writing about it here don’t you think so? I have been at the Lakeside campus for about a year now (ohgawd time flies!) and so far I have not found any other

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Like everything else, the prelude is always more exciting and memorable than the event itself. Midvalley giant toys decor: The gifts I received in the office. Everything but the sock & the two candy canes hanging from it is truly mine. The amount of candy canes I’ve had this month (and unseen in this picture because it is digesting in my tummy already) is enough for two lifetimes! My

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Since what I'm going to tell you is going to exceed 140 characters…well, that is why we are here. The story goes like this: This morning I drove out to work and had to pass this toll. Many cars, but at least they were moving. So I headed down to the shortest TnG lane and slowly rolled towards the booth. Had plenty of time to look around and I sneeringly observed that the cars on the Smart Tag

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People should learn to be more responsible. Deadlines are given for a reason. Don't do things just because you are going to get something physical out of it. Don't waste everybody's time: once you have committed, stay committed! Or else just please tell us that you have other priorities. Better than just ignoring our constant messaging and pretending it's nothing important! Because one day I will

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Four years ago I had just finished SPM, and being the first child, my parents were naturally got more excited than usual looking for the best place for me to further my studies. Seems that these days it’s difficult to get anywhere without getting a degree first… Anyway I digress. What my parents did (dragging me along, heh) was scour all Education Fairs, calling up everyone who had a child in

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The other day we went to Paris. Then we went to New York. We dropped by Jurassic Park after lunch. Then had dinner at Hollywood to gaze at the stars.

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Yesterday was a long tiring day, which was why the boy and I are just lounging at home the whole of today resting to rejuvenate ourselves…for a trip to the hills tomorrow. Yay! We spent the whole day at Sunway Lagoon with the free tickets won from the Sunway xtreme Challenge, also at Sunway Lagoon and also by AMBP, who sponsored us Peter Pan’s tickets. Here’s a Behind The Scenes with Peter Pan I

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Funny how some things like fluff on your newly washed clothes come into you life uninvited and disrupting a peaceful life where things like fluff on newly washed clothes should be made illegal got me thinking too. Having watched loads of really good movies these few days, which includes The Butterfly Effect (and it was so damn good – mostly I mean the storyline). It made me think of the decisions

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Pre-script: I’m learning to watermark my pictures because of some hooha copyright issue which happened a few days ago which made me realise how everything put up on the Internet is automatically public properly, whether you like it or not. Anyway the point is that I have to watermark my pictures because otherwise it’s gonna be Property of Lim Ah Meng* by next Friday. BTW kudos to owner of

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I support Kim Wei Wei! www.smashpop.net

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Now that I've handed in the last assignment for this semester, it's time for Samantha's Life Little Lessons to continue! Based on experience and observation of people around me, these are precious knowledge that everyone should read about. *Cough* First up, let me tell you a story about a girl who had one ringgit change in her other bag but was too lazy to put it into her purse because she

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After Friday, I am going to reread all my Harry Potter. And then the movies. Oops did I mention that already? I'm going to miss them when the last movie ends. 

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So what’s new, what’s new. I’ve decided that I want to be a Secret Angel when I grow up. I also want to be in a movie series like Harry Potter, and be gorgeously skinny like Emma Watson. My first book is going to come out next year, or 2012 and it’s a compilation of short stories. I’ve already written a couple and the rest I will start on after I hand in my last assignment this Friday. What else

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"Everybody feels like that to some extent," I said. "They're trying to express themselves and it bothers them when they can't get it right." -Toru Watanabe in Norwegian Wood.

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So the other day I was waiting for the boy to pick me up from my apartment. I was waiting by the guardhouse and in a few minutes I saw his car coming up, went past me and turned slightly into the guardhouse area. I thought he was doing a 3 point turn and so I started walking towards him…the guard raised the pole bar and he drove straight past without a second look at me. My own boyfriend couldn’

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When I first got the email about AMBP giving out free invitations to Peter Pan The Musical, I knew that I would have to make it, by hook (pun intended) or by crook. Imagine, seeing Peter Pan, Tinkerbell, Captain Hook and all on stage to relieve my childhood memories of never wanting to grow up…it would be a lovely end-of-semester present, thank you Sunway Lagoon! Unfortunately I won’t be able to

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My all favourite site allmalaysia is giving out *gasp* the latest CD of my all-time favourite band?! There’s no better reason for them to give it to me then, because I’ve been a fan of Maroon 5 since I ever started listening to pop songs (that’s when I was 13 but it’s a different story) and Adam Levine is one my secret hunk fantasy *blush*. "I love Maroon 5 because they’ve been with me since the

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Finally salvaged some old pictures from my phone. #1 Sushi - I realized just how much sushi we uni students eat on average..it’s like our stapler food. Also applicable to when going on dates… #2 Sunshine on a dreary day - It was an even lovelier sight in real life. #3 I love cakes! Had such a craving the other day that I went down to Secret Recipe and brought a book along…the waitresses there

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He would be wearing glasses, has a huge arm or legs tatts, slightly longer than usual hair (but not until the shoulder-length kind!), has great taste in music, secretly writes romantic poems, stubbornly refuses to watch romance but accompanies me to, nonetheless, once a year on Valentine's Day, plays basketball and reads a lot. His everyday dressing would be three quarter-length cargo pants and a

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Too many I can’t wait to share! All taken by me, except for those which I’m inside and it’s obvious that I couldn’t have taken it, then those are by the Teletubby. This is abso-da-lutely good news for my tumblr! I want the app in my Nokia, like right now! PS: I KNOW that I’ve too many exclamation marks, but I can’t help that I get excited so easily.

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I dreamed that I had to go to school, but upon reaching I discovered that i had no socks on, forgotten about getting a uniform & still had painted black nails (as a matter of fact I just painted my nails the night before). Finally went in - though still afraid of being reprimanded - and saw a really cute guy who came to stand behind me and we touched and I was so happy, but then we had to go

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I love how sometimes you reassure me when we both know that it's not possible.I love how you complain and show the manja face when i ask you to do something, but you still get up to do it nonetheless. I love how you look at me when i know that the next thing you will say is how adorable you think i am (even if you're the only one in the world who thinks so).Best of all, i love knowing how much

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 Orianthi concert, August ‘10 I’m planning to pick up the guitar (even got the thing itself leaning on the wall of my living room!) However am torn between looking for a music centre at PJ (where I’m studying) or somewhere a little near home. In the meantime, I am spending some time practising by serenading the boy who is enjoying every minute of it (despite him noting the ‘retarded hamster’ look

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