Love with the same kind.

Of 2 years today and love like this just never get away.

I love you Ryan. I love your Along. I love your grandmother. God bless each one of you.
04/02/2010, Thursday at 2:13am.

Like a good thing you perish your blog. Kesian. I am on a mask now. I felt like I am married to Jim Carey from the movie called "The Mask". I am really dark ya'know? I didn't know I could turned so annoyed and becoming more particular about this. My skin is peeling off bit by bit and I am wishing it is going faster. Everybody is telling me I'll be normal again but not encouraging enough. Guess I am pretty ignorant now. I bought 3 kinds of face mask and I assumed I'll be purchasing more of them. Tell me how desparate can I turn into. Tell me about it. Only dollars left to survive till the next payday. How pathetic! I am just so glad I am still living with the parents. For a very long time, I have reached to this extend of having a hole in my pocket. I feel jobless. Haha. I had a good time with my highschool people after work just now. I laughed so hard and wish that the night didn't got to end. Despite of catching up with the bus, I almost forgot about that. Silly. Curly fries reminded me of A&W. Only 4 days ago I had that and I already missed it. But nothing beats the good taste I had back here at home. I will always love my granny's dish. Oh dear, gotta remove this face mask now, supper and bed. Hungry. Tengah perangai gemok now. Haha.

Runs.
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01/02/2010, Monday at 7:55pm.

Miles away from Nusa Dua to Kuta on our first night. Invitation to Sky Garden to join Benji and Alisha but they were no where to be found. Hollers were scattered by the one-way road. Surfers are yet to be seen. In the rain after that. Cabbed back to Nusa Dua and found Benji and Alisha laying them ass on the bed, snoozing. They were hangover. Friday morning of fried noodles and butter brown bread. Haha bbb. Got the lappy to cast "Im in Bali now". Morning faces suck much and getting myself dark would be the last thing on my mind. We rented a silly car and got a new one with a great price. Road to Kuta, Alisha got a little sick on the way there. Owwh. Parked, we walked to the beach for more than 100 kilometres, finding out that we are already near to the beach in the beginning. It was only behind the carpark. Silly. Weather was scorching hot, "Damn! I am getting dark" feeling arised. Lunched by the beach and blue water after that. We caught a fat Indonesian man trying to rub his baby prince in the shower, eww. Banana and Rasberry smoothie and more tropicals. Was rob 50, 000rupiah. Haha. Holed wheel hours later in Kuta. Fuck those bastards. Road back to Bali Desa, get ready for pampering and dinner. Mee Kuah was different over there. It tastes like Chicken Maggie. So much of feeding spice to my tummy. The whole body massage was magnificant, but Nenek's would be more to the brilliant word. Hehe. Alize Rose in the wee hours and I getta roamed with family and Su min. Benji and Alisha had to leave on Saturday for work and we all managed to jump into the pool together before their departure. Owwh. Saturday was shopping, water-sports and clubbing day. I felt rich. Spurged about 400, 000rupiahs or I think more? That didn't even reach 100sgd. Haha. Surfers were finally in sight but I had a better one back at home. Lala. Dark lane to Poppies Cottage. It was crazy and dangerous. Hahaha. Ohyeah, the watersports was offfffffffffff the mind. Hahaha! We were on a Banana Boat, the driver on speed boat like knn ccb but I reckon that's his job for this activity. Without warning or even seek if we could swim, the Banana Boat tilt over and we fall into the deep ocean. My heart drop so hard, we were in the middle of the ocean, its freaking deeeeeeeeeeep excuse me. I thought it would be the end of my life. Haha. We laughed so hard back up on the Banana Boat and this time, the driver failed to make us fall. It was so funny we cannot stop talking about this. I'm like laughing hard now. Silly. Haha. Were in the cab back to our Villa until there's one fast minute, I found a kiosk with a signboard that says "Sambal Gila" selling at 3000rupiah. Oh my fucking god we cannot stop laughing. The taxi driver must have thought that we were drunk from the club we were from before that. Hahaha. 40 year old virgin in the living room, its already 3 in the morn and Alize Rose was in my hand. I fall asleep halfway and found out the next morning that my drink got abandon. Poor alcohol. Uncool and not me but the truth. Hehe. Sunday was a very relaxing day. In the pool, by the beach and squirrels. Kak Zaza and Natasha badly wanna miss the plane, didn't want to go home and I already felt homesick because I heard my sister's voice when I was at the Sky Garden the night before. Owwh. Domo had tried its very best to escape but the housekeeper found it swimming in the pond by the reception counter. Haha! Bali was so fun. I know I am going back there again. Need to visit the Volcano the next time! I miss my baby and cannot wait to see him tomorrow after the salon. Miss work too. And did I mention I got dark and sunburnt? Owwh sad! But it was worth every penny.

People, it had turned February already? Oh dear, how time flies.
It should be my 2 years anniversary in 6 days then, owwh.
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28/01/2010, Friday at 5:47am.

Its not very nice of you to visit my page with the intentions of getting your words done. This isn't an essay where you can go googled, select, right click, copy and paste. Unless you're in school and the due date is tomorrow, cheating would be the most and least thing you would do. You're like a student and your teacher checks in your page to see if you get your homework done. Which you haved. I happened to visit http://smoochy-nonoi.blogspot.com. I know you're reading this. You're a regular I assumed. I know who you are. I don't exactly know your person nor your intentions towards me. I dislike on the things you've been doing and its not even recent. Excuse me with what I am going to say, but I don't fucking care who is f.f. Changing names doesn't helps either. My qoute isn't just any qoute. It was originally given by a good love/friend named Zul which I have named him Z.A all this while. The letter that starts from "To the person who loves me too," is very well wise dedicated to my ex-boyfriend Naaz the boy you used to love and I don't even fucking mind about that. Having you in my existance is already a bad thing because truthfully and seriously you annoyed me big time. How can I not? Look what you're doing now. You're like a fan. You like many things down here. You easily fall in love with my words. Handing you over my blog address (due to a drama we had eons ago) for informations does not lead you to be un-original. Sadly, you've already turned into that. Its also pretty ovbious that you don't even realize the hint I given you on my status. Talk about status, that would be the least second port you probably would copy and paste my words at. Whats the use of building your own blog page with somebody else's words? Thats not very nice don't you think so? Now wow, you're actually reading a post that is About You. You finally made the cut. What is your name dear? Should I address you as Hidayah or Nonoi? Now thats a wrapped.

I had about 14 hours left till I fly to Bali. Very yayyy!

23/01/2010, Saturday at 1:35am.
I woke up one day knowing that one moment has gone, but I'm still doing alright.
Good as new, better than then, flying so high.

Shitty, why does this one feeling has to occured? I'm back at work and my voice has done a good job. I came home and found something that I dislike. 2 things. 1, who is she? 2, can you please stop using my sentences? Stomach's a bitch. Coming soon. I want to eat. I am hungry. Boo. Babysister is growing up so fast lah. Haiyo. You look at that? There's this feeling where you wanna carry her and throw her away! Satu word, geram. Hehe. A very Happy Burssstday to Muzainah by the way. Fucking legal already *jumps*

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