<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4158341049452379324</id><updated>2024-07-03T09:57:31.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Discreet Complaints on My Little Life...</title><subtitle type='html'>Its all the stories that are pent up in me...&#xa;My complaints...&#xa;My worries...&#xa;My sadness...&#xa;My happiness...&#xa;&#xa;My insignificant life on this earth to sum it up...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydiscreetcomplaintsonmylittlelife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4158341049452379324/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydiscreetcomplaintsonmylittlelife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4158341049452379324/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Ain Hj. Rustam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07390144944543358683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKNZd21BFkJ46AUIDav8ioUSKHzVLvoeAxSnYnSJa-loUF5iW3LHtprSTxJc2jOnAlWsuvIXf3SuewaNKcnAyycZQuWH69uvgltF04QvxSCLWKrDlD41dmG4FkB03D-A/s220/photo_2015-09-15_18-54-00+%282%29.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>66</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4158341049452379324.post-2391071889687845093</id><published>2014-08-20T07:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2014-08-20T07:42:26.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have problem with Blogger~</title><content type='html'>Due to my swaying mood and inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;
I wanted to change the domain name to the blog that I am currently using.&lt;br /&gt;
Alas, it erupted a new problem where the old post can&#39;t&amp;nbsp;be seen.&lt;br /&gt;
And new posts won&#39;t&amp;nbsp;appear on the reading list.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So I have moved the blog to a new domain that still include the old post same as here.&lt;br /&gt;
But with a new title.&lt;br /&gt;
So that it can be easily searched by many~&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;http://mynumerouscomplainsonmylife.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;New site&lt;span class=&quot;GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark&quot; ginger_software_uiphraseguid=&quot;93948ff3-85f2-4074-ad71-807a0f533bc2&quot; id=&quot;09464e0c-f750-4f07-a33a-265cbfbcf26f&quot;&gt; &amp;gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;lt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;m sorry for the inconvenience.&lt;br /&gt;
Hope you will enjoy my newest entry tomorrow &lt;span class=&quot;GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark&quot; ginger_software_uiphraseguid=&quot;d1ce5ab3-10bf-4977-9a70-9a1a42af59d8&quot; id=&quot;92582d4c-2f9f-4549-a290-6aa24e758f4d&quot;&gt;on&lt;/span&gt; 0012 hours.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
When 1st September come,&lt;br /&gt;
It will be a full 3 year that I have spent my time on my degree.&lt;br /&gt;
And yet I have to add another year to it because of my stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am not an educated person.&lt;br /&gt;
I know I&#39;m not.&lt;br /&gt;
But apparently in life you need that one piece of paper called degree or diploma to be more successful.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a name=&#39;more&#39;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m in a dead end where I&#39;m so terrified that I can never graduate and will be kicked out.&lt;br /&gt;
Because I&#39;m too Asian for my own good; I&#39;m afraid to let down my parents.&lt;br /&gt;
Like the one in this &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7eodwbqrs88&amp;amp;list=UUMG7DKIrpZoJlRLqYe9NtQg&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;video&lt;/a&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;
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I wish that I can find what I really want to do before that happen.&lt;br /&gt;
I cried my eyes out, stress my brain completely and worn out my body in trying to find what I want to do in life.&lt;br /&gt;
I know it&#39;s impossible to search for it at such a young age.&lt;br /&gt;
But I just don&#39;t want to be stuck where ever I am.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
All my coursemate are gonna graduate next year leaving me behind.&lt;br /&gt;
Not that I am sad for that; I am happy too that they have succeeded in what I have failed.&lt;br /&gt;
I see one of my friends already flown so far from her study.&lt;br /&gt;
I wished she could have told me so that I could wish for her luck and safety~&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
All my friends are going far for their goals and yet here I am stuck.&lt;br /&gt;
I want to do something,&lt;br /&gt;
I really am.&lt;br /&gt;
But I indulge in my pleasure too much~&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I hope if anybody read this, you are not like me.&lt;br /&gt;
I wish that this misfortune doesn&#39;t fall upon you, dear readers~&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
All the best my dear self, please reminisce when you are successful.&lt;br /&gt;
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Monday, 22nd of July 2013, 0530 hours.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Have you ever hate yourself so much that you even thought that you, yourself should not even exist.&lt;br /&gt;
I am currently thinking that way.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I hate my self.&lt;br /&gt;
I hate how I am lazy and unproductive towards life but still laze around on the floor reading &#39;mangas&#39;* and sleep almost half of the day.&lt;br /&gt;
I hate how I am incapable to motivate my self in doing anything big and impressive.&lt;br /&gt;
I hate how I spend to much on foods.&lt;br /&gt;
I hate how I dont know how to manage my funds.&lt;br /&gt;
I hate everything about me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But I know this will not even dent my laziness and unthrifty barrier at all.&lt;br /&gt;
I hate my self...&lt;br /&gt;
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Tuesday, 30th April 2013, 1136.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Today,&lt;br /&gt;
It&#39;s been a long time since I wrote anything due to there was nothing that was worth typing about.&lt;br /&gt;
But now, today, I have a little complaint about my life again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It all started on last Friday.&lt;br /&gt;
I went to my campus with the 9 o&#39;clock&amp;nbsp;bus in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;
I went to wait for my friend to finish her class at 10.&lt;br /&gt;
While waiting, I usually will browse 9gag and Facebook or anything that was interesting for that hour.&lt;br /&gt;
But it all went wrong when my laptop, Kuro, wont turn on and kept on asking for me to fix his malfunction using the Fujitsu default tools.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a name=&#39;more&#39;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I did all I can.&lt;br /&gt;
But it still wont turn on.&lt;br /&gt;
Lastly, I asked a good friend of mine to look at it.&lt;br /&gt;
He said he&#39;ll take it home for a check up.&lt;br /&gt;
I was praying it would be nothing and didn&#39;t slept well that night.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The next day, Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;
I was pacing around in my head about my lappy.&lt;br /&gt;
It was until that night when we went for our class event where we went bowling.&lt;br /&gt;
I met my friends and ask him about my laptop.&lt;br /&gt;
He said he have to send it to a workshop for them to look at it.&lt;br /&gt;
I was still praying it would be just a system failure or something.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The next day, Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;
He message me,&lt;br /&gt;
I went and check your laptop in the workshop.&lt;br /&gt;
They said you have to change your hard drive.&lt;br /&gt;
And that all your data in it will be gone.&lt;br /&gt;
I almost faint hearing those words.&lt;br /&gt;
He said I need to ready a certain amount of money to pay for the fix.&lt;br /&gt;
Because of shortage of money,&lt;br /&gt;
I have to ask my father about it.&lt;br /&gt;
When I called him, he was doubtful at first and later accepted my excuses.&lt;br /&gt;
I was glad that he would give me money for the fee.&lt;br /&gt;
I was happy that my laptop would be okay and I thought this would be the end but it was not.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The next day, Monday.&lt;br /&gt;
As usual,&lt;br /&gt;
Went to class, eat and study.&lt;br /&gt;
But come night, I lost something precious.&lt;br /&gt;
Apparently, I dropped my phone somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;
Either it&#39;s in the bus or the cafe that I waited for the bus ride home.&lt;br /&gt;
Plus this week is crucial that I have my phone with me.&lt;br /&gt;
It concern a lot of my future matters.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I havent told my dad about this yet.&lt;br /&gt;
I bet he&#39;s gonna blabber about this too...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Argh~!!!&lt;br /&gt;
Why am I so unlucky this few days???</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydiscreetcomplaintsonmylittlelife.blogspot.com/feeds/3721058158704631126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mydiscreetcomplaintsonmylittlelife.blogspot.com/2013/04/im-blb.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4158341049452379324/posts/default/3721058158704631126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4158341049452379324/posts/default/3721058158704631126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydiscreetcomplaintsonmylittlelife.blogspot.com/2013/04/im-blb.html' title='I&#39;m BLB~'/><author><name>Ain Hj. Rustam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07390144944543358683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKNZd21BFkJ46AUIDav8ioUSKHzVLvoeAxSnYnSJa-loUF5iW3LHtprSTxJc2jOnAlWsuvIXf3SuewaNKcnAyycZQuWH69uvgltF04QvxSCLWKrDlD41dmG4FkB03D-A/s220/photo_2015-09-15_18-54-00+%282%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4158341049452379324.post-2288132560950372557</id><published>2013-03-25T14:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2014-08-15T05:36:56.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Betrayal</title><content type='html'>Betrayal,&lt;br /&gt;
Have you ever felt the greatest betrayal?&lt;br /&gt;
By the hands of your kin and close friends.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
They have struck my soul to the core.&lt;br /&gt;
They have tore my essence to pieces.&lt;br /&gt;
Leaving me on the depth of the abyss.&lt;br /&gt;
Roaming the darkness of sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
None have lend their hand to pull me up.&lt;br /&gt;
None&amp;nbsp;notice the disappearance of my being.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There I lie on the ground so cold.&lt;br /&gt;
Waiting for someone to at least shed a tear to my&amp;nbsp;desolate world.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydiscreetcomplaintsonmylittlelife.blogspot.com/feeds/2288132560950372557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mydiscreetcomplaintsonmylittlelife.blogspot.com/2013/03/betrayal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4158341049452379324/posts/default/2288132560950372557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4158341049452379324/posts/default/2288132560950372557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydiscreetcomplaintsonmylittlelife.blogspot.com/2013/03/betrayal.html' title='Betrayal'/><author><name>Ain Hj. Rustam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07390144944543358683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKNZd21BFkJ46AUIDav8ioUSKHzVLvoeAxSnYnSJa-loUF5iW3LHtprSTxJc2jOnAlWsuvIXf3SuewaNKcnAyycZQuWH69uvgltF04QvxSCLWKrDlD41dmG4FkB03D-A/s220/photo_2015-09-15_18-54-00+%282%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4158341049452379324.post-2754818663983006694</id><published>2012-10-07T23:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2014-08-15T05:36:50.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored #6</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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7th of October 2012, 2342 hours.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m bored, always am...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But today I&#39;m even more bored.&lt;br /&gt;
It&#39;s not like I dont have work that I have to do.&lt;br /&gt;
It&#39;s just that my weekend seems dull and uninteresting.&lt;br /&gt;
Even though my assignment are blowing to the roof, still dont have the urge to do it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Why am I like this always???&lt;br /&gt;
Am I that stupid or something...&lt;br /&gt;
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4th of October 2012, 0105 hour.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My day was as splendid as any other day...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sun was shining brightly for my path...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Present of happiness was open one by one...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Smiling together we had fun...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Apparently my night wasn&#39;t the same...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Came the two visitor of sorrowful heart...&lt;br /&gt;
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Seeking refuge on a broken hope...&lt;br /&gt;
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Taking their damages the hope is left...&lt;br /&gt;
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Tears welling up no one who cared...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Except one of the broken piece...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Together we sit...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Fixing what was left after the storm and thunder...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Our hands full of bruises...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Scars never seem to heal...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Our own heart left on the floor, dusty ever rotting...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dry tears on our cheeks ever unseen...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
No one seem to be near when are the visitor of sorrow except for each other we turn...&lt;br /&gt;
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Thus the story still continues as tomorrow to come.&lt;br /&gt;
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12th of September 2012, 1958 hours.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It&#39;s been nearly one week since I came back to UTeM.&lt;br /&gt;
I finally got to be roomie with my friend.&lt;br /&gt;
The residential college we got was perfect.&lt;br /&gt;
We got a room just for the both of us.&lt;br /&gt;
But the sad part is that the location of our place is far away from any restaurant and mart.&lt;br /&gt;
Plus cheap transport like bus doesnt come where we&#39;re at.&lt;br /&gt;
We need to literally walk for a while to a place where the bus is frequently come and go.&lt;br /&gt;
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That&#39;s it for now~&lt;br /&gt;
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17th of August 2012, Friday.&lt;br /&gt;
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I was so happy when my parents and siblings came today at 0630 hours.&lt;br /&gt;
But it quickly escalated to despair as the minute past by with our interaction thus the &#39;Quick Sand Syndrome&#39;.&lt;br /&gt;
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I was trying to avoid my mother because I didnt want her to ask me about my freaking result.&lt;br /&gt;
Alas, I failed.&lt;br /&gt;
She caught me in front of my laptop so she asked.&lt;br /&gt;
I was&amp;nbsp;reluctant&amp;nbsp;to show her.&lt;br /&gt;
Yet, I still showed to her.&lt;br /&gt;
What a good daughter I am...&lt;br /&gt;
Well, back to the current issue.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I showed her and she just stares at the result at first.&lt;br /&gt;
Then she kept asking question like &#39;How are going to graduate if your CGPA is that low?&#39;, &#39;What are going to do if they kick you out?&#39;, &#39;Work, but you&#39;re a lazy-boned girl?&#39; and others that I didnt quite hear due to I&#39;m trying to block her presence out of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I dont know the answer to those questions...&lt;br /&gt;
All I can do now is just pray that I&#39;ll be okay until the end of my life.&lt;br /&gt;
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Stuck deep in the gutter,&lt;/div&gt;
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13th of August 2012, Monday.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Now for muslim, its the month of fasting, Ramadhan.&lt;br /&gt;
And on the 23rd of Ramadhan is my birthday on the Hijiri Calendar.&lt;br /&gt;
So,&amp;nbsp;basically&amp;nbsp;yesterday was my birthday too aside from the normal calendar.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yesterday, at 1700 hours, my grandma and I arrived at my uncle house in Kelantan, Malaysia by bus, in the celebration of the upcoming Syawal where all of our close relative would gather to celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;
We came first due to most of the children are still have school and the adults havent receive their days off yet.&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m basically still in my holidays and I dont want to sit stuck in a car without enough space to even&amp;nbsp;stretch your legs.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So now that I finally have internet connection, I can browse for my results on my finals last semester.&lt;br /&gt;
I know it was bad but I didnt expect it to be that bad.&lt;br /&gt;
I got pointer below 2.0...&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m so dead if my parents were to find out about this.&lt;br /&gt;
I hope to get back to class to escape from my parents wrath~&lt;br /&gt;
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Scared to the core of my soul,&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
At last~&lt;br /&gt;
Internet connection.&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;ve been away from it for like 18 days.&lt;br /&gt;
It feels like 2 month.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I feel so left out without internet connection.&lt;br /&gt;
But this still not enough.&lt;br /&gt;
It&#39;s not fast enough.&lt;br /&gt;
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7th of June 2012, 1538.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Just spent my daylight inside the library on the Main Campus.&lt;br /&gt;
Not particularly studying for my final.&lt;br /&gt;
Just been sitting around,&lt;br /&gt;
Downloading stuff.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;ve been broke about few weeks already from my student loan.&lt;br /&gt;
So right now, my parents are providing me with money as they can.&lt;br /&gt;
My parents arent rich people so I didnt expect to be dump a load of cash out front.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Well,&lt;br /&gt;
Now I&#39;m barely full with anything but beggars cant be chooser.&lt;br /&gt;
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Broke,&lt;/div&gt;
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7th of June 2012, 0118.&lt;br /&gt;
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Panic and dumbfounded by my own stupidity...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;
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I panic because the last hour to send my work for extra mark was on June 7 2012, 11:59 p.m. and when I looked at the clock it was already 1 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;
I was cursing myself non-stop...&lt;br /&gt;
Then a sudden&amp;nbsp;realization.&lt;br /&gt;
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&#39;I still have like 23 hours to send it before it close the site...&#39;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&amp;nbsp;I curse myself some more before sending it.&lt;br /&gt;
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I feel so&amp;nbsp;pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;
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T_T&lt;br /&gt;
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5th of June 2012, 0159.&lt;/div&gt;
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I decided to butt in on one of my old friend since Matriculation on one of her post in Facebook.&lt;/div&gt;
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She posted about her&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;http://azmiraamran.blogspot.com/2012/06/pernikahan-usia-muda.html&quot;&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
It&#39;s about early marriage.&lt;br /&gt;
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So, at first I thought it was her that will be getting married due to her previous &lt;a href=&quot;http://azmiraamran.blogspot.com/2012/06/campur-aduk-rasa-jiwa.html&quot;&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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It showed a left hand with a diamond ring and I thought it was hers.&lt;/div&gt;
Until she cleared it for me that it was for display purpose image only.&lt;br /&gt;
And her boyfriend only gave her a stainless steal ring as shown on her latest blog.&lt;br /&gt;
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And I teased her a bit by saying to ask her boyfriend to buy her one like on the picture.&lt;br /&gt;
She answered that her words wont budge him and she told me to tell him that myself.&lt;br /&gt;
So, I (not thinking very straightly) with haste type onto her boyfriend&#39;s wall about her wanting a ring and left it like that even after my senses came back to me saying this is a stupid idea.&lt;br /&gt;
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I hope this play out well...&lt;br /&gt;
I hope they both don&#39;t kill me~&lt;br /&gt;
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Currently being blown with boredom and no will to do my assignments...&lt;/div&gt;
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Have been goofing around since I woke up.&lt;/div&gt;
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Went to Mydin (It&#39;s like a mall) to shop around for food for the last three week I&#39;ll be in University.&lt;/div&gt;
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Still, the boredom is still there.&lt;/div&gt;
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Still goofing around in my room like typing this post and eating my chicken popcorn that I bought during my trip.&lt;/div&gt;
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I&#39;m bored~!!!&lt;/div&gt;
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30th of May 2012,&lt;/div&gt;
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It&#39;s literally 3:30 in the morning.&lt;/div&gt;
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I&#39;m still not done with my Database project, my Math assignment, my Data&amp;nbsp;Structure&amp;nbsp;and Algorithm group assignment, and my Operating System group assignment.&lt;/div&gt;
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Even though I seem to be lacking the urgency by writing this post, I need a stress reliever from the meltdown that going on my brain even if it&#39;s a&amp;nbsp;exaggeration on my part to skip out of thinking for a moment.&lt;/div&gt;
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I&#39;ve been browsing my Facebook News Feed from my friends and family.&lt;/div&gt;
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Scrolling down the page, seeing the updates from family and stupid post from friends, I saw updates about politics which are hotly debated in my country.&lt;/div&gt;
I do hate the damages that politics do onto my beloved land but the politics what still make it whole.&lt;br /&gt;
Why can&#39;t people be nice to others as they are to their own family and friends???&lt;br /&gt;
I know it&#39;s hard to do for strangers, even siblings fight with each other but we can still try to make amends and move forward to a better future rather than destroying each other for petty reasons.&lt;br /&gt;
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That&#39;s all I guess for now,&lt;br /&gt;
Need to get back to the work that I&#39;ve left laying around.&lt;br /&gt;
And sorry for the decrease in updates on my posts.&lt;br /&gt;
Have been busy and I dont have anything to write about.&lt;br /&gt;
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13th April 2012, Friday...&lt;br /&gt;
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That is a lot of bad luck in one lifetime even if I dont believe in those things...&lt;br /&gt;
Well,&lt;br /&gt;
Today did gone for the worse that I could ever imagine.&lt;br /&gt;
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My 2nd lil bro just got 2 interviews from different University that he pick.&lt;br /&gt;
But one of the interview requires you to stay there for 4 days.&lt;br /&gt;
He planned to skip that interview and go to the other one.&lt;br /&gt;
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But,&lt;br /&gt;
The ever&amp;nbsp;dramatic mother of ours would not accept my lil bro decision.&lt;br /&gt;
And as usual, I too, were suck into the tornadoes of dramas and shouting but mostly shouting.&lt;br /&gt;
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She told my bro to go to the interview and she will not accept any excuses.&lt;br /&gt;
Well rather than told, she was literally forcing him to go.&lt;br /&gt;
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How do I fit in this story of drama and shouting...&lt;br /&gt;
Well,&lt;br /&gt;
My part was the one who got yelled at.&lt;br /&gt;
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She was not satisfied by my figure,&lt;br /&gt;
She said it was becoming unhealthy of me to become even fatter since the last time she saw me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She kept&amp;nbsp;blabbering&amp;nbsp;on how thin she was when she was at my age&lt;br /&gt;
And how all my clothes would not fit me anymore and so on.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yeah, I know health is a great thing to be pursuing about...&lt;br /&gt;
But you dont have to add on the insult by telling about your perfect figure before you got married.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And in the first place,&lt;br /&gt;
Who was the one who kept feeding me with KFC, McD and other junk foods since I was little...&lt;br /&gt;
You should instill the good point of avoiding those stuff since then...&lt;br /&gt;
But you did the opposite...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Now,&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m&amp;nbsp;writing&amp;nbsp;it down this woe in my heart onto this post.&lt;br /&gt;
But nobody would care.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Alas,&lt;br /&gt;
My discreet complaints...&lt;br /&gt;
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Wednesday, 14 of March 2012.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There was a PC fair at&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.utem.edu.my/&quot;&gt;UTeM&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
So there was a lot of shops that sell stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;
One of them was a ring shop.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Due to the lost of my precious butterfly ring.&lt;br /&gt;
I decided to buy another ring.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This time the seller carved my name onto it after I chose one.&lt;br /&gt;
I asked him to carve my deviant name which was...&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot; Laika Zuain Ramtus &quot;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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March. 3rd. 2012. Monday. 0155.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Due to some complication of my action,&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;ve made some people fall into a few predicaments in these two past month.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yes, they got mad at me and scold me and&amp;nbsp;threaten me and all.&lt;br /&gt;
I dont mind because I know it is MY fault that it happened that way.&lt;br /&gt;
And yet my mind kept&amp;nbsp;contemplating about how stupid I was and how useless I was to the group.&lt;br /&gt;
If they were to kick me out of the group,&lt;br /&gt;
I was ready for it.&lt;br /&gt;
But they went lenient on me by giving me a chance with a warning of course.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a name=&#39;more&#39;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Due to that,&lt;br /&gt;
It made me feel guilty,&lt;br /&gt;
But I know this feeling doesnt last because my heart doesnt bear any remorse to people it met.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Due to that knowledge,&lt;br /&gt;
It made me feel sick with myself,&lt;br /&gt;
But I know the sickness would pass because my body doesnt even care about it the next day.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Due to that fact,&lt;br /&gt;
It made my soul detest myself,&lt;br /&gt;
But I know the&amp;nbsp;detestation would brush off because my soul was never there when I told them that I&#39;m sorry.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There was no feeling of guilt nor remorse to that little action I took that day because I was happy on that day.&lt;br /&gt;
Thus, the knowledge and feeling of&amp;nbsp;accept-ion just dawned to me as natural as the rising sun.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Do all this make me a terrible human???&lt;br /&gt;
Is it really bad to lie about your happiness while other suffer their torment???&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m confuse with all of this feeling concept.&lt;br /&gt;
I wish I could die so that nobody would be hurt by my action anymore.&lt;br /&gt;
I would slowly extract myself from society so that they wouldnt notice that I am there anymore.&lt;br /&gt;
So this incident will never happen to anybody else.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I would probably not to be miss,&lt;br /&gt;
I would probably not to be notice,&lt;br /&gt;
I would probably not to be mourn,&lt;br /&gt;
I would probably not to be cried,&lt;br /&gt;
I would probably not to be scold,&lt;br /&gt;
I would definitely...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I dont want to write the next sentence because it would probably arouse the feeling of worry or anger inside of peoples heart.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Thus, I bid ye fair well.&lt;br /&gt;
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12 February 2012 / 2131 hours,&lt;br /&gt;
Laying around in bed.&lt;br /&gt;
Bored and unmotivated by anything.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Kept browsing&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;http://9gag.com/&quot;&gt;9gag&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;non-stop since it took my soul~&lt;br /&gt;
But day by day, I grew tired of&amp;nbsp;re post, unrelated to gag images and other stupid unrelated things that shouldnt be on the site.&lt;br /&gt;
Still, I kept browsing the same site over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;
Sigh,&lt;br /&gt;
That&#39;s how bored I am.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a name=&#39;more&#39;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I usually browse through Youtube.&lt;br /&gt;
I always ends up at a few weird video such as about giving birth, skin cyst popping, parodies, and the videos that should not be&amp;nbsp;announce&amp;nbsp;the title...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Nowadays because of the fear of SOPA, PIPA and ACTA,&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;ve been downloading animes, series, and movies non-stop.&lt;br /&gt;
Plus I&#39;m returning to campus next week where internet connection is unreliable if you want to torrent stuff.&lt;br /&gt;
My lappy hasn&#39;t been shut down for a long period of time now.&lt;br /&gt;
And I even bought a new external hard drive to store all the downloaded stuff.&lt;br /&gt;
Even that was not likely to be enough.&lt;br /&gt;
FYI, it&#39;s a 1 TByte hard drive.&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m feel wary about telling this cause I might be accused and sent to prison just because I download some stuff over the internet.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Those bills are restricting human nature of wanting to share.&lt;br /&gt;
Sharing = Caring&lt;br /&gt;
Without sharing,&lt;br /&gt;
The feeling of care would eventually thin out in peoples heart erasing love and making everybody a soulless shell of carbon.&lt;br /&gt;
The rich getting richer, the poorer becomes poorer.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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Okay...&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m gonna a start a counting post title BoReD #(numbers)...&lt;br /&gt;
I wanna see how much I can make until I&#39;m sick and tired of it...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Okay, okay...&lt;br /&gt;
I know it&#39;s boring...&lt;br /&gt;
Heck, it&#39;s the freaking title of the freaking post...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yeah,&lt;br /&gt;
I promised that I would post my friends from High School right???&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;ll make sure next week it will be posted in my blog.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Well...&lt;br /&gt;
Please look forward for my entries~&lt;br /&gt;
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13th January 2012,&lt;/div&gt;
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Yeah I am officially home for the whole month...&lt;/div&gt;
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It&#39;s my semester break...&lt;/div&gt;
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XP&lt;/div&gt;
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So to all the degree student out there, Happy Holidays~!!!&lt;/div&gt;
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I moved from Batu Caves to Balakong when I entered this school on the year 2000 in May.&lt;/div&gt;
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Due to my father works.&lt;/div&gt;
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Let me introduce few of my friends that were closes to me during this times~&lt;/div&gt;
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Because at that time I was obsessed for few people only so my circle of friend is kinda small... XP&lt;/div&gt;
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(I hope I get their names correct because my memory is kinda rusty... ^_^;...)&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;Nur Diyana : She was like the gang leader in our group which consist of me, Intan, Zuraidah, and Liyana.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Putri Intan : She&#39;s one of the librarian in our class and a member of our little gang.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Zuraidah : The most talkative in our group whom the best friend to Liyana.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Liyana : The best friend of Zuraidah. If I&#39;m not mistaken she&#39;s the cleverest out the four of us.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Arif Adam : Well, I really dont have enough words to tell about him but I&#39;ll elaborate more when we go to the High School section of his story where he truly stand out as a close friend of mine until now.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Nur Ajla : Her story would also be continued during High School section of her story.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Haqfika : Her story too would be continued during High School section of her story.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Atikah : We called her &#39;Bika&#39; because she would be usually seen eating a snack named &#39;Bika&#39; which also sound a lot like her name. This nick name is still stuck among us friends until now.&lt;/li&gt;
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Well,&lt;br /&gt;
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The other classmate arent that close to me and I kinda unsure about their names.&lt;/div&gt;
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I dont want to get sued due to it.&lt;/div&gt;
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XP&lt;/div&gt;
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Plus I dont remember enough about them to write their meanings to me.&lt;/div&gt;
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So I&#39;m sorry to those that I cant elaborate more.&lt;/div&gt;
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How about your middle school friends???&lt;/div&gt;
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As I type this post,&lt;br /&gt;
I wondered...&lt;br /&gt;
What do I really want to tell to the readers today???&lt;br /&gt;
I pondered long for the answers...&lt;br /&gt;
But to no avail...&lt;br /&gt;
None came.&lt;br /&gt;
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I went blog-walking...&lt;br /&gt;
I saw few interesting title to start writing upon but I dont think it&#39;s appropriate to my style of writing,&lt;br /&gt;
So I didnt proceed with those selected titles...&lt;br /&gt;
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Later as I pondered what to type onto my post...&lt;br /&gt;
My close friend called.&lt;br /&gt;
We talked for a bit...&lt;br /&gt;
Then said our good byes.&lt;br /&gt;
Then I hang up.&lt;br /&gt;
At that moment...&lt;br /&gt;
I got an idea to write on my new friends at UTeM, my friends at JMC, and my friends from high school~&lt;br /&gt;
But that would be on another post entry cuz I want to&amp;nbsp;separate&amp;nbsp;them nicely so that you wouldnt get confuse~&lt;br /&gt;
And each post will consist of 3-4 persons so that my post wont be too long.&lt;br /&gt;
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So...&lt;br /&gt;
I hope you&#39;ll be interested to read them...&lt;br /&gt;
How bout you write about your friend too and post your site to me so that I can read about them too~&lt;br /&gt;
Happy&amp;nbsp;Writing~!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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So tomorrow is 1st of January 2012.&lt;br /&gt;
It will be a new year.&lt;br /&gt;
But I just cant get in the mood of celebrating new year&#39;s right now.&lt;br /&gt;
Got finals just right around the corner in 4 days...&lt;br /&gt;
Havent read or revise any subject...&lt;br /&gt;
What am I going to do???&lt;br /&gt;
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While everyone seems happy enough about the upcoming new year...&lt;br /&gt;
So I guess Happy New Year to all of you people in the world~!!!&lt;br /&gt;
And I&#39;m gonna get back to work.&lt;br /&gt;
Bye.&lt;br /&gt;
XP&lt;br /&gt;
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