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Stuff They TEACH you in School

ACNE = skin blemishes, pimple, spots

Acne
Craters
Not
Exciting!
(Pimply skin disease … yuck!)

Yep, once again, not chocolate but hormones! If you notice a pattern you will probably see that your face erupts a couple of days before your period is due. Break-outs can also be due to blocked pores. My hormones have sort of stopped their puberty partying but I still get pimples abd blemishes and at my age it’s cause of blocked pores, which means I don’t cleanse my skin enough.

Now, To Pick or Not To Pick — that is the question! Sometimes you just have to fester and brew until it’s ripe! Then give it a good squeeze from the sides — just make sure nobody is standing in front of you or they’ll squirted. Sometimes you just can’t let it ripen cause you’ve got places to go, people to see, but if you pick at the wrong time and with the wrong instrument (fingernails, that is!) you’ll cause scarring. Oh … it just never ends, girls! And isn’t it gross when guys have acne and they pick and pick and pick at them and leave holes in their faces? Too much information! Blech! Seriously, if they’re really bad, you can talk to your doctor or a naturopath.

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I Will Learn to Love Again

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Drowning in tears that wont be me
I will soon be free from the chains of all this pain inside
And though I cry it wont be long till I regain the strength to know
I can go on
I will find my way through the heart break I will not give up on love
I believe

I will learn to love again I will learn to trust
Once this heart can start to mend
I will learn to
Learn to love again

All of these tears time will dry them I will survive them
And make it through into another day all of this pain
Time will heal it there?l be a time sometime I know
I won’t feel it
I will live through life without you after the hurting is done
I believe

[Chorus]

I will find someone who deserves my touch after all the hurt is through
I will be so over you I will not give up on love
I believe yeah

[Chorus]

Oh yeah yeah oh oh love again

(To love again…)

The Lost Virtue

So I breed thicker skin and let my lustrous coat fill in,
and I’ll never admit that,
I loved you guenivere.

I’ve always fallen fast with too much trust in the promise that,
“No one’s ever been here, so you can quell those wet fears.”
and I want purity, I must have it here right now.
but don’t you get me started now,
oh don’t you get me started now,
don’t you get me,
don’t you get me.

Trust. Did you know that it is referred to as The Lost Virtue ? I didn’t, but after google-ing it, I think I understand now how trust can be seen in such a way.

Trust; -firm reliance on the integrity, ability, or character of a person or thing
-to have confidence or faith in
Virtue; -the quality of doing what is right and avoiding what is wrong
-moral excellence and righteousness; goodness

So how can trust, the base, the inner core of human connection, be so ‘lost’ and forgotten in our little human world? Have we ventured so far off with our technology and wealth that we’ve found a substitute or replacement for trust? I remember how trust was easy as a little kid, you’d never think twice about a person’s intentions or virtues. Probably cause we didn’t understand what they meant at the time, but thats beyond the point. Growing up, I guess, exposes you to the harsh reality that the world is not as ’sunshiny’ as we were brought up to believe. Think, when was the last time you trusted a total stranger? How is that even a possibility when its almost close to impossible to find trust in a friend? Trust has to be earned, and even then, how can we tell for sure that that supposed trust is true and not just for intentional deception ? And we wonder why the world is so cold. I’m not cynical, no, just realistic.

Bloggin? Whatever!

I`ve been a loyal reader of KLUE and I’ve always find Brian Yap’s column to be very interesting.

On da latest issue, “you love of blogging about yourselves. . . . I still struggle to understand why personal blogs are so popular with some of you. Yes, I get it, you went to eat at KLCC’s food court with your friend and you spilt your drink on your nasi kandar (ok. this is yuck.). Why the fuck do you think you need to tell people, complete with photos and all?” -brian yap.

When I read dat sentence, I was gaspin, and thought to myself, dat is so me in a way! It is a shame to be admittin dis but its true. I talk about myself a lot in this blog. Not all, but yeah, I do! Most of them. How I hate exams, assignments, people who annoys me at certain time, and complainin about myself for not doin great at anythin. . yada yada yada. .

When I started bloggin, purely because I was bored with my daily life as a student in MMU, like I said in my early post. Later bloggin becomes very addictive. Like drugs. I just need to write, anythin dat was playin on my mind. . and never intended to ask people to view them.

Does my life and interests really bore you? (don`t bother to answer, I might as well just dissapear if the answer is yes. haha!)

Anyways, all I have to say for myself is dat,
I am not a good writer with wild and creative imaginations (though I wish I have dat ability in me). If I am, I might as well be a journalist or an author. Not a blogger.
I`m a homey girl. not a socialite. i don`t have interesting stories to tell like the rest of you. so i talk about everything that close to my heart. my family. friends. interests. feelings. and emotions. .

the road that i`m travelling, is nowhere near to come to an end. there are still some things that need to be done (interesting ones), coz like we all believe in, we only live once.

Dats? is all. .

Not digging it, then close your bright eyes if you accidentally browse through my blog. there are no fascinating stories here in my blog. They might be shitless to you, but a beauty to my feelings. don`t say i didn`t warn you ! hahaha.

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Running

run,
running all the time
running to the future
with you right by my side

me
i’m the one you chose
out of all the people
you wanted me the most
i’m so sorry that i’ve fallen
help me up lets keep on running
don’t let me fall out of love
?
running, running
as fast as we can
do you think we’ll make it?
we’re running, keep holding my hand
it’s so we don’t get separated..
?
be
be the one i need
be the one i trust most
don’t stop inspiring me
sometimes it’s hard to keep on running
we work so much to keep it going
don’t make me want to give up?

running, running
as fast as we can
i really hope you’ll make it
we’re running, keep holding my hand
it’s so we don’t get separated..

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Pretty or Ugly?

Just finish bathing.
And I realize something just now.?

The moment I think I look the prettiest? is right after I take off my clothes and ready to bath. I will stare at the mirror and look at myself for few minutes. Because I think I look nice. My hair a bit messy, but I like it this way.
But other than this moment, I don’t think I look nice.

Sometimes when I went out to cafe or shopping, and when I look at myself from the mirror in the washroom, damn, I look so ugly.
How come I cant look like the way when I am ready to bath?
So funny.. -.-

I look pretty because I look like my mom, and I don’t look pretty because I look like my dad. People might think that? I look nice base on my picture, but actually I don’t.
I am not that pretty actually, to be specific,? I look ugly.
To me, I can look damn ugly at times. And I hate it.

I don’t like my eyebrows, look so untidy and weird.
I don’t like my forehead, don’t? look nice.
I don’t like my mouth,? no shape at all and big.? I quite hate it, really.
Don’t like my nose, not sharp enough.
Don’t like my eyes, not big enough.
But I like my eye’s colour, something like brown. (This is the only thing I like..)
I don’t? like my height, so no ideal!!!
I don’t like my boobs, so big.? DON’T LAUGH!!!

Seems like I don’t like so many things about myself.
Although my mouth is not perfect, nose not sharp enough, eyes not big enough, but when all put together,……still ok what..

I look pretty and ugly.
I? don’t know what I am saying, and what I am trying to say. Damn it.? -.-?

If Only

If only scars could be washed away with scented gel and I could
smell as innocent as a newborn.
If only pain could be as harmless to my
spirit like a small cotton ball thrown to my face.
If only all my tears are
of joy, I’d be a person made of ravishment and wonders.
If only all my fears
could miraculously morph from an accustomed taunt of life to an invigorating
origin of opulence that is supreme enough to stimulate my will to endure
assigned diligence.
If only genuineness is taken for its name and not be made
a mockery of.
If only clichés could be blatantly disregarded without
distorting the vivid meaning of life.
If only.

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Tell Me WHY…

Why is dat people say they ’slept like a baby’ when babies wake up every two hours?

If a deaf person has to go to court, is it still called a ‘hearing’?

Why do we press harder on a remote control when we know da batteries are flat?

Why do banks charge a fee on ‘insufficient funds’ when they know there is not enough?

Why does someone believe? you when you say there are four billion stars, but check when you say the paint is wet?

Why do they use sterilized needles for death by lethal injection?

Why doesn’t Tarzan have beard?

Why does Superman stop bullets wit his chest, but ducks when you throw a revolver at him?

Why do Kamikaze pilots wear helmets?

Whose idea it to put an ‘S’ in da word ‘lisp’?

What is da speed of darkness?

Are there speciality reserved parking spaces for ‘normal’ people at da Special Olympics?

If da temperature is zero outside today and it’s goint to be twice as cold tomorrow, how cold will it be?

If it’s true dat we are here to help others, what are da others doing here?

Do married people live longer than single ones or does it only seem longer?

Do you cry under water?

Who was da 1st person to look at a cow and say, ‘I think I’ll squeeze these pink dangly things here and drink whatever comes out’?

Who was da 1st person to say, ‘See dat chicken there… I’m gonna eat da next thing dat comes outta its bum’?

Why is there a light in da fridge and not in da freezer?

Why do people point to their wrist when askin for da time, but don’t point to their bum when they ask where da bathroom is?

Can blind people see their dreams? Do they dream?

If quizzes are quizzical, what are tests?

If corn oil is made from corn. and vegetable oil is made from vegetables, then what is baby oil made from?

If electricity comes from electrons, does morality come from morons?

Does pushing da elevator button more than once make it arrive any faster?

*WHY??!*

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Exam Fever!

Examinations are just around da corner… just? 10 days? from now to be exact!

Examination – went through so many years of it. Should be immune to all da stress and symptoms of it, but dis time I barely have time to go through my books! Just flip through for da sake of ’studyin’.

Busy wit other stuff dat I actually over-looked to my study. *bad… bad… shame on me!*. Today just finish my Tech Comm Mock Meeting. Wasn’t all dat bad, everybody did tried their very best. Good job guys!

When it comes to Uni, last minute crammin will not give u da better picture of da depth in da subject dat u are suppose to deal with.

For example, da derivation of a formula or steps are very long. Once or twice glance will not guarantee dat in exam we can still remember. Morever, da final result of da formula also can forget! Dis happens in several of my tests/exams since I was in Alpha… Haiya!… so how? What to do? Take more gingko biloba?

But back to reality, time is so limited now… No matter what, must ganbatte!

Wish me luck!

Not Perfect

We’re not the perfect couple.
We get into arguments & go days without seeing each other.
But our arguments never lasted long cause when we’re with each other, it’s magical.
No, we’re not the perfect couple.
We are just perfect for each other.