you: dont walk away, dun walk away

no one ever said it would be this hard

Sorry to you, Ive tried to love you, Ive tried to accept you the way your are, we weren't meant to be together I'm sorry wasn't my game after all
its such a shame for us to part

• i start to give u all the wrong answer
• i start to ignore u
• age does matter
• younger boy doesn't suit me
• im haunting those men in husky tone in between baby powder and personal sweat, those inviting business suit, man in British India and normal slack on daily do, Im not into man/boys in skinny jeans and Mika-do's im off with that
• Im haunting those who can hug me and pamper me while listening to Dinah Washington, Norah Jones, James Ingram and worst Bryan Adams. I like Akon, The Ting Ting and so on but Im not into it, sorry dear my bad
• U werent on my wallpaper anymore, the man in proper suit, bearded, mustache defeat your picture...
  
• No more handwritten note, its all on going sms between me and him, more to I miss you sayang, sayang I'm sorry I'm in the meeting we'll get together later ok. Last time: I L Y 2, I M U
  
• he serenade my night, u are not mine, Im sorry I cant take it
• I hate this but Im loving it, Im for it
  

mum the word!!

As a mother i considered u r a rude mother, rude to your child, your child is hunger for your attention and you just keep on texting on to yr hp, i don't know im touched because yr child is waving at you yet you didn't bother, she wanted to follow her nanny but not until you wave goodbye to her, i know this is a hospital you might not bothering yr child because u r pregnant, your child looks like she is mute, maybe you stuck on hospital's bill but for heaven fucking sake look at your child carry her or ask her what does she wants, im not freaking fucking care the shrieking sound of your child im annoyed because im guessing her needs is being abandoned my you the fringing motherrr, and unbelievable you are carrying another one in your tummy im wishing that u can stop doing whatever the urgency and give a min to yr child im fucking sure the cashier or the pharmacist wouldn't mind rather than us being an audience to your lack of sensitivity towards yr
throutcomingoutcryingchild huh


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ps: last year post

sighing heavily

I think i crimed myself by eating 8 sticks of Hj Samuri's chicken sate, it all went wrong when Nabil came to my pad to meet my gramma,so sate was bought to be dinner served, i already had 3 pcs of pulut panggang in the evening and planned not to do a heavy dinner but will only rely on Wasa's. Things got worst when its only minutes away for swimming, as im hoping this week i shall swims the whole week night, ive made a fashion crime when i swim in my body cladding quicksilver's and butt wrapping hot pants thats easily roll up im baring my every inch of fat rolls and cellulite (come on even kim k. Have some) i manage to make 17 lapse!!! And i can feel the sate is jinggling in my chest of indigestion ....

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ps: last year post

~Azhar~

I tahu U slalu delete YM I bila I kutuk2 U, bila I macam x nak layan U kan kan kan.. ok maybe U've ignored me tp dgr lagu - Cinta Antara Kita , Duta n Baizura Kahar - nahhh utk U, bukak leww YM U tuu ada I anta msg :P..

PS: this is serious tho its not Love
pss:its hard for me to find Azhar cause Ive deleted his number
psss:Azhar sikit2 delete YM eheheh...
pssss:Azhar eheheheh I tried not to be mean OK
psssss:this is for u cause there is yr name AZHAR
pssssss:VIEWERS this is OBSCENE

awak awak awak

saya mintak maaf eh, saya ngaku la silap saya yang tak baca sms awak earlier... ;`(( Sowwie ah, rasa salah sangat sebab keadaan saya yang sangat kelam kabut, saya ingat kat awak, awak ingat kat kita tak?? suke arini happy sebab dalam kete dalam traffic jam macam-macam ada "eheheh" Jalan Pudu? Polka Dots? awak ada gambar baru ari neh kan amik dalam kete *lupa nak delete neh- sumpah deh!!*
Tapi tujuan pertama posting neh = nak mintak maaf sebab 30 min sebelum neh saya hantar sms-ntah-ape2-ntah atas kesilapan saya snirik!
*sigh* I thought I'm losing u ..ah haaaa....Swear tuhan aku happy!!!

ps- paham2 snirik la!

driving school psffft

All im asking is why there is sea of malays here in this place, the air that o breathe felt thick and clumpy with the same air from the similar nosetrills just like me malays but when im caught in a place where too many/much of something i felt wobbly and concious, why there is lack of CHINESE N INDIANS ??? Why is the registra look so weird is it a he or she (she does have moustache!!!) weird scary and desperately need a break to gossip and brag all
about- why she is placed at the entrance?? Its a turnoff for me and i guess for everybody to be welcomed by someone who seems like to know everything about you (i bet everyone here carries the same 'a' like her)
I want to go away from here but im butt-stucked for atleast more than 3 hrs. Im strongly prayed from my unshaken sleepiness that the gypsum board above her head slam her head and she will fucking quiet and so does everyone around her esp!!
Trust me ive been in this kind situation with my friends and no one likes those attitude arghhh m in a mess god bless my poor soul
I guessed the day started bad when the men that sent me here seems to be extra nossy about the life im baggin for so long, i dont know u but for me people who doesnt know me doesnt have the right to complaint about the size of myself or any of my body parts, when u r paid to do yr part kindly deliver it as best u can and not by assessing my body worst asking about my daily family routine and being to friendly to make such a -ve remark about them, when (from what ive seen) u r far from perfect!!! Contirga....


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Dr. A (my nutritionist + crush + u name it la)

Its sea of feeling to be able to see u again dr, we both know that we shared the same interest as in various ways, music,fat in sex and how to avoid stresser! Almost 7 months i've disappear from u and u've changed or is it me who have changed! What happen as u r not the man i once dreamt to spend an evening listening to Ingram's and talk passionately about whatever moves us together, u've becoming someone croaked shabby and lifeless. But still u r the one listed all over my wall of love u r the one with plenty of undividing hopes n faiths on me


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