tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27243224338105649512024-03-19T12:53:00.170+08:00Masculine/FeminineAimihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03803382759211173248noreply@blogger.comBlogger32125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724322433810564951.post-3658084003498368822022-10-11T01:09:00.003+08:002022-10-11T01:09:09.401+08:00Work in progress.<div>It's been a few months, but it felt like an eternity.<br />I've felt this way from day one, I knew it back then the same way I know it now;<br />it's the end. </div><div><br />No more.<br />I'm done.</div><div><br />I've got nothing left to give, I've got no more words to say.<br />It's funny how I wrote the title first and I thought it was about something to work on,<br />yet it seems as though I am writing an ending.</div><div><br />Funny how I discovered that without intending to find out.</div>Aimihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03803382759211173248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724322433810564951.post-66978976492284767972021-02-26T01:22:00.000+08:002021-02-26T01:22:23.260+08:00Apa eih?<p>So, here we are again. At a crossroad.</p><p>Kau nak buat apa sekarang?</p>Aimihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03803382759211173248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724322433810564951.post-41199412356668937342020-09-21T04:46:00.000+08:002020-09-21T04:46:00.047+08:00Hide.<p>It's not expressly said and done,</p><p>but how can I not feel as tho I am being kept a secret?</p><p>The only one who doesn't deserve an interaction publicly, especially on social media.</p><p>Shallow, I know. They're just social media.</p><p>But what if I am shallow? What if that is what I desire? What if such an interaction is the kind of affirmation I need to know that yes, I am worth something. </p><p>Sometimes, it's not just about what you're comfortable with or how you live your life; sometimes I too have things I want.</p><p>If this relationship is to be dictated solely based on what you want, perhaps the best thing for you to do is to be in this relationship by yourself.</p>Aimihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03803382759211173248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724322433810564951.post-18242697348136722882020-09-03T00:59:00.004+08:002020-09-03T00:59:57.909+08:00<p> Literally the worst thing you could have said to me.</p>Aimihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03803382759211173248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724322433810564951.post-1432993536571474332020-08-05T17:00:00.001+08:002020-08-05T17:00:29.214+08:00TapiKau pasti jika kau berlalu pergi, itu bisa buat bahagia untukmu?<br />
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Bagaimana jika kau sendiri derita, merana? Kau sedia untuk bersedih, meratap kepergianmu sendiri?<br />
Bagaimana jika setelah kau pergi, sesal sahaja, kerana tiada apa yang berubah. Malah, kau bertambah derita.Aimihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03803382759211173248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724322433810564951.post-91756412807004882262020-08-05T16:58:00.002+08:002020-08-05T17:00:52.523+08:00Tiada siapa yang marah.Pergi saja jika kau rasa itu yang baik buatmu.<br />
Tiada siapa akan marah.Aimihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03803382759211173248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724322433810564951.post-35334552379186763032020-06-28T20:27:00.001+08:002020-06-28T20:27:55.857+08:00Petty Little Things.I was driving back from KL today, at around 3.30pm, and I saw something so petty on Instagram, so oh so petty, but was it?<br />
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Was it petty that it made me sobbed hysterically whilst driving at 150km/h speed?<br />
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It was not one petty thing.<br />
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It was a few things I categorized as petty as a way to sooth myself and convince me that it doesn't need to be voiced out. I categorized them as petty things as a way to comfort myself, and tell myself, that what I was<br />
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Do you think what I am feeling right now is too much?<br />
Am I expecting too much from a friend?<br />
Am I feeling this way simply because of the feelings I have for you?<br />
What I am expecting from you is ridiculous?<br />
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You didn't defend me at all when that thing happened.<br />
You barely<br />
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I literally am at a loss of words.Aimihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03803382759211173248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724322433810564951.post-91959702097145307972020-05-03T19:43:00.001+08:002020-05-03T19:44:24.350+08:00Shade"But you looked so happy in that photo."<br />
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"Check the date. I haven't met him when this was taken."Aimihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03803382759211173248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724322433810564951.post-60257273116300071952020-04-27T03:50:00.001+08:002020-04-27T03:50:28.327+08:00CalmStaying strong, standing tall.<br />
Keep on moving.Aimihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03803382759211173248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724322433810564951.post-63317107076762726392020-04-21T02:37:00.001+08:002020-04-21T02:37:48.163+08:00A bit too much.I'm scared of the way I feel. I wonder if I feel too much, if I love too hard.<br />
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What if this is not normal? What if I have too much love for one person? What if the love I have and can give is too much for any one person to receive? Is it normal to be able to love this much?<br />
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I'm scared if this hope that one day a person would come into my love ready to receive this much love will stay as a hope, forever.<br />
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Macam mana kalau aku terpegang harapan ini sebagai janji?<br />
Macam mana kalau aku sendiri terkhianati dengan harapan diri sendiri yang menyamar sebagai janji?<br />
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<br />Aimihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03803382759211173248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724322433810564951.post-72061844529115012262020-04-04T15:04:00.001+08:002020-04-04T15:04:31.798+08:00I am not backing down anymore.No more holding back.<br />
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This time, I'll do what I want to do because I live my life just for me. If doing something makes me happy, I'll do it.<br />
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<br />Aimihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03803382759211173248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724322433810564951.post-58629996719830800242020-04-03T22:57:00.000+08:002020-04-27T03:50:49.695+08:00Only me.To put together something that is so well thought of, and making sure that the you in the future would understand the lesson he must take from this phase of life.<br />
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This is something I regretted not doing from when I was in my late 19s. I was so full of myself back then, I didn't really thought of what I thought of me.<br />
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I've never had any problem with what others thought of me, because that is senseless.<br />
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But when I stand in front of the mirror, and I start to judge myself, I can't stop.<br />
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The only person who could bring me down, is me. And he's doing a pretty good job at it at the moment.Aimihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03803382759211173248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724322433810564951.post-73382518963283830742020-03-31T20:41:00.002+08:002020-03-31T20:41:47.695+08:00You're not crazy, it's not just in your head.So very often, I would have these crazy thoughts and the only thing I could say to myself is, "you're thinking too much, it's just in your head, you're making this up."<br />
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I've dismissed so much of my thoughts that I sometimes get numb and when something real comes along, I would automatically dismiss them as being something that's made up.<br />
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What if all these while, all the thoughts I had, all the insecurities I am worried about, they are all true. Simply because I didn't get the validation I thought I deserved on all these thoughts, I dismissed them as being something that's made up.<br />
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I overlooked the fact that, these thoughts I'm dismissing, they're my thoughts.Aimihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03803382759211173248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724322433810564951.post-73507271139730339722020-03-29T19:57:00.003+08:002020-03-29T19:57:44.279+08:00And just like that, I am back to when I was 16.<br />
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My confidence is (or was) my superpower. I can be as fat as a pig, but my confidence kept me going. My confidence told me I am beautiful enough for myself.<br />
My confidence told me I don't need anyone's validation.<br />
My confidence told me to just, be.<br />
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And now it's gone. Simply, gone.Aimihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03803382759211173248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724322433810564951.post-85733018869811701442019-04-17T16:42:00.002+08:002019-04-17T16:42:26.880+08:00Definitely, definitely coming back to write more.<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<br />Aimihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03803382759211173248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724322433810564951.post-84048628491458969592019-04-17T16:24:00.001+08:002019-04-17T16:24:50.525+08:00Tak semua yang kita nak, kita dapat.Aimihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03803382759211173248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724322433810564951.post-63173240549892936852018-07-23T13:09:00.002+08:002018-07-23T13:09:49.894+08:00I'm back.Maybe, maybe I'm back.<br />
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I don't know if this is a one time thing, but I'll try to make it regular.<br />
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Regular updates on life, etc. I need this, to keep my sanity. I need to.<br />
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Well then, hello everyone! Jumbo!<br />
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Some random shots I took at a park next to Kelab Sejarah Batu Pahat. 100% serious such a place exist.</div>
Aimihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03803382759211173248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724322433810564951.post-71411393880933861482017-09-07T15:42:00.000+08:002017-09-07T15:42:05.056+08:00Heavy.If only I am given the opportunity to just be, and do me.<br />
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If only I am given the opportunity to just be, and make my own mistake.<br />
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If only I am given the opportunity to just be, and not have to carry the weight of those around me.<br />
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Sometimes, I just hope I can be ordinary, to live through a normal passage of life, and not having to strive. It's like having to take two steps forward just to make sure that I don't go five steps back.<br />
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<br />Aimihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03803382759211173248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724322433810564951.post-26716579724964805232016-03-07T01:11:00.002+08:002020-04-22T01:01:04.742+08:00Still jilted.I can't wait for the time to come when I won't feel so jilted as I see glimpses of you around me.Aimihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03803382759211173248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724322433810564951.post-14334206154655353482016-01-24T22:34:00.001+08:002016-01-24T22:34:36.869+08:00How did we get here?I've read somewhere that says it's weird when suddenly you're a stranger to a person who used to be one of your closest.<br />
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I was never really able to relate to it till now.<br />
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How did we get here, exactly?<br /><br />It's weird not knowing what's going on with each other's life when we used to be each other's biggest confidant.<br />
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It's weird not knowing what's going on with each other's life when we used to go to each for life's advice.<br />
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It's weird not knowing what's going on with each other's life when we used to be there for each other, just to be able to listen and understand what each of us were going through.<br />
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I am a coward and a bad friend, because I am unable to say this to you upfront, but I feel as though I've lost everything. I don't have the strength to fight for anything, anymore.<br />
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Aimihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03803382759211173248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724322433810564951.post-11678486944119595122015-12-22T22:19:00.000+08:002015-12-22T22:19:09.102+08:00For keeps.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Sometimes, some things are just too close to heart that no matter how hard you try, you just can't get it off you.<br />
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You can throw everything that reminds you of it, but at the end of the day, it's still there at one little corner in your heart, just existing.<br />
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One month, one year, two years, three years, thirteen years, it doesn't matter. They're for keeps, they would just be there.Aimihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03803382759211173248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724322433810564951.post-76312269584518309202015-12-21T02:12:00.000+08:002015-12-21T02:12:08.282+08:00TransitionWhat would you do at a crossroad?<br />
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How do you choose which road to take?<br />
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What if you later regret the choice that you make today?<br />
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Do you think you could forgive yourself?<br />
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Every single decision you make today would affect you of the future.<br />
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Just know that whatever may come, they're all on you. No one else.Aimihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03803382759211173248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724322433810564951.post-19579899681111720762014-10-29T23:53:00.004+08:002014-10-29T23:53:51.544+08:00To-do list.<div style="text-align: center;">
1. Get up.</div>
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2. Get going with your life.</div>
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3. <u>Stay fabulous while doing it.</u></div>
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<br />Aimihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03803382759211173248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724322433810564951.post-44443355759683191572014-06-23T10:02:00.000+08:002016-04-07T11:05:09.808+08:00I may seem indifferent, but I still do care. A lot.<br />
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I may seem oblivious, living in my own world, but still, I care.<br />
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I've said once, that I'll always be there if you need me, and I still do mean it.<br />
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If you need me, just say it, and I'll be there in a jiffy.Aimihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03803382759211173248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724322433810564951.post-8408439586362666012014-06-22T18:12:00.001+08:002016-04-07T11:05:09.828+08:00But.I can scream I hate you as loud and long as I can, but what's the use if I know deep in my heart that I still care about you?<br />
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I've lost my best friend once. To go through it again, is just devastating.<br />
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I think that would be the last time I'll get close to someone as such. I can't handle losing another best friend.<br />
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<br />Aimihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03803382759211173248noreply@blogger.com0