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Emy Shamimi♥


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I long for endless happiness,
with no regrets and misconceptions.
I desire peace and love. ♥
Something i am capable of, aren't these.

Being single is sexier than your girlfriend, in lingerie.♥


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Amanda. Asyraf. Afrah. Alifah. Bryane. ChiewYeh. Dan. Fadhlun. Farahin. Fazlin. FarahFatin. Fairuzana. Ferlycia. Fiika. Hafeez. Haziqa. Hardi. HaiBei. Haikal. Hazimah. Hazirah. Hanzalah. Huda. Irdayu. Issha. Izzah. Jailberg. Jen. Kasmadi. Khairina. Khairiya. Khairunnisa. Lan. Mkay. Mokrep. Nana. Nadd. Nart. Nunu. Preemal. Priscilla. Qeu. Risyah. Rai. Rynaque. Sally. Sisqa. Shihuan. Shihui. Shurz. Sue. Seri Amirah. Syirene. Veng Wai. Whitney. Xinyu. Yan Jun. Yati. Yijing. Zharfan. Zafirah. ZiYin.

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Wednesday, February 18, 2009

i miss my partially-curly hair.& the phone.




I was doing the impossible.


Turning back time isn't in anyone's ability and i want that. That feeling that kept creeping up on me as soon as i realised, i was there to face it. Nothing can change the fact that you have to go up to where you were, to clean up the mess you made. It's just so tedious for one to do. Better than cleaning up other people's mess. The dirt going through your nails and all the germs onto your shirt. Far worst remembering that you're cleaning up another person's closet. Oh shoot. None of you would understand what i'm trying to prove. Just that i'm sick of being like this, ok? Making sure that person doesn't get caught but i do. To be perceived as the 'wrong one' really hurts. Yes, it does hurt. Try it, you'll never once one to be in that position ever again. Gosh, this is killing me. Whatever it is, i have to make the most of my time right now. Let's just wish nothing bad awaits at the end of the road. However, if there is, it's difficult, but worth it. Shows how much God still loves me. (Optimistic, think optimistic.) Anyway, life isn't full of dirt and muddy waters. Not only it covers a pool of clear water, it is also green. There is a very fine line that defines the difference between good and bad. If you look hard enough, there maybe a thin line of thread that separates the two. If you're smart enough, you'd start from your backyard where the water flows. Then, go over to the sea and maybe, just maybe, that distinctive difference would make you relive from your dead senses.




True, in this lifetime, i'd never ever get a free time like this. - In the words of Kak Intan.







And today, i find my boyf very sweet and cute.
Even though he initially thought of something i hate.
Grr. Still, ily.
Hope you still do. :(


Written with love; 10:23 pm