<?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: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-4193257662737055229</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:33:40.595-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Life Of A Great Girl From Humble Beginnings</title><subtitle type='html'>This blog is like my diary. i write true juicy stories bout myself n the things surrounding my life in it. u can comment on any posts u like, either harsh or sweet. i woudnt care less. im a free-thinker, my emotions arent automated n ill consume everysingle word u have to say. but u must remember, no one ever said malaysia is a free country. bring me down..n ill bring u even lower.

U.NOE.U.LOVE.ME</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skylitementhol.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193257662737055229/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skylitementhol.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Duchess Cornelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14749263945251010055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5-Gh8F26-I/S9C9ryxVxSI/AAAAAAAAABA/P8hCsLkItw0/S220/DSC_0027e.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193257662737055229.post-2942332886326569648</id><published>2011-09-12T02:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T02:28:01.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiyya working peeps!</title><content type='html'>Sssshhhhhhhhh...im&amp;nbsp;at my office. i just finished all my work and i have an hour left before i can leave, and facebook has been seriously boring, even my favourite handbag website didnt amuse me either. something is wrong with me. i NEVER. and i mean EVER feel bored loooking at handbags. Maybe im stressed out. I realllllly want a perfect birthday present or treat for my bucuk bucuk. and its so stressful!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;why is it so hard to find a perfect gift for men? im sure tag-hoyay will be a superb birthday gift, but im too stingy and 5k for a watch is just ... zzzzZzzzz.. sorry im seriously not a fan of watches. i did found acouple of interesting Tag watches, in the Monaco range. but when the salesperson was explaining the exquisiteness of the watch, all i saw in his eyes were Balenciaga handbags. So i guess&amp;nbsp;ill find something else. hi hi. actually i&amp;nbsp;DID found something else. but im not gonna spill it here. ngeh heh heh. he'll be soo happy.. ;8) i just cant wait to surprise him and see that oh soooo mngade look on his face. ngeee... he has been complaining alot about how he wants a *tut* and how he needs a *tut* okay i know im not helping u understand this at all but sweat not my lovely friends, as i promise ill spill the beans once we've celebrated his birthday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo, he'll be turning 25 this year...awww...oh so tua. hahahaha. aih..i love him so much, he's so much mature now, sometimes i feel like a child! seriously, i dah la sangat mengada2, its like a dad-daughter relationship. euw. i did not just say that. i mean he truely cares for me like a man! hehe, idk how to say it, maybe u love birds out there will understand. anybody who has experienced true love wud understand ;) when u are accepted for who u are and he loves you no matter what&amp;nbsp;eventho u have flaws, and mengada2! :8) this year god has been so nice to me. i can&amp;nbsp;finally see a glimpse of my future, bright bright future! *insyaAllah*. because im gifted in such a way that i met sooo many successful people lately and insyaAllah, ill thrive to be one of those lucky ones driving behind BMWs and Audi's and lets not forget my one and only fairlady! success is what u choose and work hard for. it never comes just like that. im working towards that direction, and dear god, i hope next year will be even better! * i promise i will stop buying expensive handbags* :p ciao, its 5.30pm! :8))))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4193257662737055229-2942332886326569648?l=skylitementhol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skylitementhol.blogspot.com/feeds/2942332886326569648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skylitementhol.blogspot.com/2011/09/hiyya-working-peeps.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193257662737055229/posts/default/2942332886326569648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193257662737055229/posts/default/2942332886326569648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skylitementhol.blogspot.com/2011/09/hiyya-working-peeps.html' title='Hiyya working peeps!'/><author><name>Duchess Cornelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14749263945251010055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5-Gh8F26-I/S9C9ryxVxSI/AAAAAAAAABA/P8hCsLkItw0/S220/DSC_0027e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193257662737055229.post-8327571716361540295</id><published>2011-02-22T10:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T10:42:39.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dedicated to the heavy ones</title><content type='html'>Dear bloggers, usually when i write and post an entry, i would never really go and check on it again. but recently, i read all &amp;nbsp;my posts, and they were kind of...spiritual. huhu. most of u must think that i hate god and have a sad depressing life. but believe me, i know better to never stop believing in GOD, and to tell u the truth, bila i sedih je i will blog. so thats how u get all the depressing entries on my page. hahaha. So, as i just mentioned, i am quite sad right now. haha, if not i wouldnt be typing on this goddamn laptop. but i guess, its not a major problem la. just, ive been quite tired lately thats all. and i have this really huggggeeee fear, like seriously. of becoming FAT. i know some people who used to be so goddamn skinny even a bird would get confuse and starts to land on their shoulders. and after 5 years, boom! they expand like a hot air balloon. sometimes, i just wonder...like what the hell happened to u man? what did ur parents force u to eat or something? because, its only logic that someone gains weight due to an OVERDOSE of calorie and lack of exercise. (thank god im a sportswoman). and on the other hand, some of the fat people whom ive known since i was small, phiiuh! alamak. like supermodel la. seriously. owh that one i know for freaking sure why. exercise and diet and the strict control of food consumption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for me. i can say that im quite proud of my body (e cheh ;-)) haha i mean, since i was 15 or so, my body weight seems to be constant, i never really gain any weight, nor lose any. i guess i am not skinny, and im not fat. im kind of in the middle. (OH SO PROUD) most people hate their bodies. i assume i speak for everyone when i say that its true. people are never really satisfied with anything, let alone how our appearances are like. tho actually i used to be partially anorexic when i was in my teenage-hood. maybe 18-19. seriously, i remember what i used to eat everyday. salad, salad, and salad. i would count every single calorie that i took per day. and i never exceeded 600kcal/day. hahaha. even gula2 pun i would count u know. and if i didnt know how much calorie it was, i would just put a rough reasonable figure and add it to my daily list. THAT BAD. seriously..and i think i weighed about 42kg. hehe. and now i am 45. hahaha. i know. not that much difference.but u know, if i weigh 43 and below, i am underweight? ;-) haaa....so there u go. i am 45 kg, and im proud to say that eventho raya storms in and out every single year, i can still have control and manage to lose weight until it reaches 45 again. usually ill gain 2 to 3 kg during raya. sometimes, i NEVER gain any kg AT ALL! even if i stuff my face with 2000kcal worth of rendang lemang, lontong and kuih muih, 3 days in a row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess, there are 3 factors that contribute to this agenda. or miracle. or magic. or whatever u call it.&lt;br /&gt;A) metabolism - im sorry, if u are born with a low, not-so-active metabolism , then.. i guess i have no advice for u. huhu. im sorry. i just know that u can improve ur met rate by exercising. and smoking is bad for ur health! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B) Exercise! (my personal fav) - okay so do what ever sports u want, it cud be anything, as long as u sweat for 30 minutes a day, ull be fine man. even naik turun tangga is considered exercise tau. but dont get me wrong. it doesnt mean if u play badminton, or clean the house, or whatever, ull get skinny and toned. u need a specific exercise&amp;nbsp;routine&amp;nbsp;for shaping that certain part of ur body. for instance, u have wobbbly ugly thighs full of cellulites. my advice? JOG WOMAN! dont just eat saltines with dip infront of the tv. get up and run or something. do laps, skipping or even aerobics. work? busy?tired? then dont complain ur FAT! most people do not take exercise as something important. they just feel like they are oh so busy with the corporate world and whatsoever. the key is TO MAKE TIME FOR EXERCISE. if u finish work at 6, then stop. why are u still writing and konon2 rajin infront of ur boss? if ur sick, ur boss is gonna fire u anyway. maybe even the insurance company will return all ur savings and cancel ur policy. dont think that ur young. you can do whatever u want (im advising myself actually, since i have been slacking off quite a bit) what? u think in 20 years, ull still look pretty and sexy? and those wobbly thighs are still adorable to ur man? dream on! wobbly thighs are ugly. but wrinkled, vein-bursting, cellulite-clad wobbly thighs? A pure disgrace. and people, its not only because of how u look like. its for ur own health. u are not getting younger people. so please. just becoz ur a ranting. celluliteless, oh so gorgeous, it doesnt mean ur healthy and u can skip exercise anytime. yang gemok tu. ha paham2 la sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Food selection.&lt;br /&gt;-when u go to a mall, what comes first to ur mind? it wud be handbags, if ur asking me. :) hey lari topik! okay, about food. oh first thing pergi KLCC, Pizza. fast food. nasi bryani. bla bla bla. u know how much calorie a plate of ns bryani contains? hahaha. now ur scared is it? &amp;nbsp;i found this really cool website that has this database of food together with its calories, check it out a. cekodok.com. so whenever im at a restaurant, before ordering, i would just browse tru the website to give me a rough idea of how fat ill be in the next hour. haha. theres also this website that shows u what type of exercise cuts off the most calories. and how much calories ur supposed to lose- it is different for everyone, a skinny person doesnt have lose that much of calories as a fat person. theres a reason to that. its because the calorie uptake for a skinny person per day is ALSO diff than a fat person. so, skinny people. jangan ingat kau boleh melantak suka hati mak bapak kau je. fatter people get to eat more calories as they need more energy to move that heap of disgracement (ok thats not even a word) pendek kate. i cant eat 2 waffles but my bf can. haha. figure out sendiri la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but unfortunately i dont have the website and i dont remember either. but im sure u techy techy people shud know la how to google and find out for urselves. so..do u feel better now, or u feel like killing urself? jangan. tak baik.it is true that u shud love urself for who u are. but remember, being fat can lead to alot of diseases. and by not doing anything to avoid that, it means ur a SINNER. berdosa. tuhan marah. sengaja letak diri dalam jeopardi. jeopardy sebenarnye. haha.ok la, cool ape jadi sihat and kurus. orang pun ramai suke. u pun rase confident. orang tak kutuk2 behind ur back.takyah lipat baju besar2. save ruang dlm almari. im mean right? but i dont give a shit la sbb im quite scared myself , hahahahaha. takut la sial jadi gemuk. but i will promise on my grandpa's grave(!!) that i will never turn fat, even after mngandung anak ke 10. i will never forgive myself if i turn fat, and ill carve a D on my forehead with my brother's machete. for Disgrace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thats how,&lt;br /&gt;ms angkuh director movie panggil utk berlakon jadi BFF fasha sandha pun tanak,&lt;br /&gt;sees it&lt;br /&gt;;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*oh oh and please jangan jadi gile kate merokok boleh kuruskan badan. ajaran sesat adalah DOSA!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4193257662737055229-8327571716361540295?l=skylitementhol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skylitementhol.blogspot.com/feeds/8327571716361540295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skylitementhol.blogspot.com/2011/02/dedicated-to-heavy-ones.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193257662737055229/posts/default/8327571716361540295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193257662737055229/posts/default/8327571716361540295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skylitementhol.blogspot.com/2011/02/dedicated-to-heavy-ones.html' title='dedicated to the heavy ones'/><author><name>Duchess Cornelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14749263945251010055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5-Gh8F26-I/S9C9ryxVxSI/AAAAAAAAABA/P8hCsLkItw0/S220/DSC_0027e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193257662737055229.post-2779426190832719563</id><published>2011-01-16T07:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T07:36:01.654-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sorrow</title><content type='html'>lately ive been thinking. ive been thinking about this incident that happened quite a while ago. I thot that i had already moved on. but it seems that the memories are not as vague as i want them to be. it sucks how you cant turn back time and be a better person that u wanna be. the wounds in my heart are still fresh and bloody. i am still that girl i was 5 years ago. i dont know if i can ever accept someone just the way they are. being closer to god is my next target. i have been reading this blog about all the details important in my religion-Islam. I feel that it fulfills my day , somehow. since i dont really think of that someone anymore. i know, i may not be as religious as other people, but i know deep in my heart, that i still have faith in him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alot of people have been stepping in and out of my life. i learnt a bit or so from each relationship i had. but i am mostly regretful of the one relationship i wish i could fix and mend. only that its fractured and slowly slipping away. i feel so sad in my heart that i cry sometimes just thinking of it. i wish i could understand the dynamics of human behavior. i do not understand it, and it has caused a number of hurtful incidents. i am so sorry for not being the most perfect person on earth and i hope my absence will make u feel better and help u to be a better person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love always,&lt;br /&gt;Farah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4193257662737055229-2779426190832719563?l=skylitementhol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skylitementhol.blogspot.com/feeds/2779426190832719563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skylitementhol.blogspot.com/2011/01/sorrow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193257662737055229/posts/default/2779426190832719563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193257662737055229/posts/default/2779426190832719563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skylitementhol.blogspot.com/2011/01/sorrow.html' title='sorrow'/><author><name>Duchess Cornelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14749263945251010055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5-Gh8F26-I/S9C9ryxVxSI/AAAAAAAAABA/P8hCsLkItw0/S220/DSC_0027e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193257662737055229.post-161650285620778821</id><published>2010-12-03T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T08:20:31.504-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TIRED</title><content type='html'>Byk kerje,&lt;br /&gt;Cuaca panas,&lt;br /&gt;Hujan lebat,&lt;br /&gt;Tak cukup tido,&lt;br /&gt;Client mengada2,&lt;br /&gt;Kereta kaler hitam, panas&lt;br /&gt;Tak tint2 lagi, panas&lt;br /&gt;Period tak datang2, paranoid,&lt;br /&gt;Peaches asyik punggah makanan die, penat mengemas,&lt;br /&gt;Tak dapat selesaikan sume kerje before bf dtg, tension.&lt;br /&gt;Salah faham dgn bf, gadoh, nangis, kene marah dgn syah, make up balik dgn bf, suke.&lt;br /&gt;Tertekan sebab ada masalah&amp;nbsp;accommodation, syah rase bersalah.&lt;br /&gt;Penat nak fikir pasal accommodation..&lt;br /&gt;Tgh tgk2 kat mudah.com, just utk bf.&lt;br /&gt;Tak cukup minum air kosong, kulit pun stress.&lt;br /&gt;Tertekan nak tunggu bf dtg sini, lambat lagi&lt;br /&gt;Wlaupun 3 bulan je, tapi macam 3 tahun.&lt;br /&gt;Rindu bf.&lt;br /&gt;Penat asyik makan McD breakfast je dgn die.&lt;br /&gt;Penat asyik kene drive balik sorang2.&lt;br /&gt;Tension pakcik pemotong rumput asyik kacau i tido.&lt;br /&gt;Benci tgk bintik2 hitam kat atas bibir bf.&lt;br /&gt;Tension bf asyik letak tangan gemok atas bahu i. dahla berat.&lt;br /&gt;Tak cukup makan makanan berkhasiat.&lt;br /&gt;Letih letih letih!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4193257662737055229-161650285620778821?l=skylitementhol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skylitementhol.blogspot.com/feeds/161650285620778821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skylitementhol.blogspot.com/2010/12/tired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193257662737055229/posts/default/161650285620778821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193257662737055229/posts/default/161650285620778821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skylitementhol.blogspot.com/2010/12/tired.html' title='TIRED'/><author><name>Duchess Cornelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14749263945251010055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5-Gh8F26-I/S9C9ryxVxSI/AAAAAAAAABA/P8hCsLkItw0/S220/DSC_0027e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193257662737055229.post-7298505522576143873</id><published>2010-10-24T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T07:29:38.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yabba Dabba</title><content type='html'>Here i am, sitting on my bed, typing away on this half-broken-but-still-working laptop of mine. The day feels gloomy. its nearly 12pm but the sun is nowhere to be seen. maybe even the mighty Lord noes and understand what im going tru and how i feel. &lt;i&gt;How do i feel&lt;/i&gt;? Work has been really tough on me. When i first came to the MIEA training course, one of the lawyers had told me, 'Anyone can be a RE agent, but NOT everyone can be a RE agent' i was determined that this job is truely for me. and i do enjoy it. free working hours, meeting new clients at fancy restaurants and cafes. getting LOADS of money in return (touch wood). But i do realize one teeny weeny problem. its really mind challenging. and to be honest, with my bf being 50 million miles away, i have never felt so alone before in my entire life. i have lost a shoulder to cry on, an arm to hold on to,&amp;nbsp;a hot body to tightly hug and cling onto,&amp;nbsp;&lt;s&gt;&amp;nbsp;soft lips to kiss&lt;/s&gt;, a.. err, nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point is, i am feeling quite low these past few days. i have lost some motivation that ive built earlier in myself. I need my bf here so badly. :( i kind of miss him. but then again..i feel like missing him is just making things worse. so at the moment i have chose to go&amp;nbsp;separate&amp;nbsp;ways with him. im not sure if he understood what i meant the other day. sigh~ I cant imagine people having to cope with their bfs or gfs living so far away from them.like in the states of zuwembia (not too sure if thats a country)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is. its hard. really. n i dont like it. i dont care if other people tell me that long distance is a normal n a doable thing. i just dont like it. im the type of person who needs to be hugged everyday. and to have dinner with everyday..and i like my hair to b played n twirled, (but not tucked behind my ear, ugh god no)..and i like the idea of having someone close to me whenever i need him. :( sob sob. today we were discussing on our current status. honestly, i have no idea. i wud love to be his friend still...but im not sure if i can treat him just as a friend. this morning when we had that talk, i asked him..'so macam mana kite sekarang?' then he replied, 'takpayah la persoalkan keadaan kite..kite same je mcm dulu, sampai skarang , sampai bile2..i nak kite bersama sampai bile2..' that was one of the nicest things he had said to me in a long time. there was a silence after that then i mentioned to him about of vacay next year to Bandung. and it seems that he's still interested. Hell yeah im going to Bandung! its the ultimate shopping heaven (to me at the moment, well thats wat everyone has been telling me, even Rohaizan)..sooo, 'do u still wanna go with me'? 'why not, i kan still bf u'...so i guess we are still a couple then? im quite confused. im not even sure if he's going to be at my birthday partay. &lt;i&gt;oh god, that wud be awkward&lt;/i&gt;. who's going to dodoi me to sleep then? mmmmmm, i wan i wan..i miss and love him. im not sure i wanna be &lt;i&gt;just friends&lt;/i&gt; with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dah la i tgh dmm...its so frustrating to be upset about everything when u are physically and mentally tired. sigh~ Anyway, bib said that she wud be sad too if we'd ever break up again. seems that she really likes pali. i mean like who wudnt? he's so cute, n polite to almost everyone including all my friends, he doesnt dislike my ex bfs..he never forces me to watch stupid malay movies. he lets me pick our dinner spot.he doesnt pushes me away when i need him (only sumtimes when he's really busy at work) but still...he genuinely loves me for who i am. The only mistake he did was what i wud like to call &lt;i&gt;past&lt;/i&gt; rite naw. everyone makes mistakes. he also did some mistakes in the past but i guess i can live with that..mmmm..im gonna wait for him to call. recently for the past few weeks, he has been calling me every nite to dodoi me to sleep..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmmm, i have to figure this whole thing out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4193257662737055229-7298505522576143873?l=skylitementhol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skylitementhol.blogspot.com/feeds/7298505522576143873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skylitementhol.blogspot.com/2010/10/yabba-dabba.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193257662737055229/posts/default/7298505522576143873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193257662737055229/posts/default/7298505522576143873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skylitementhol.blogspot.com/2010/10/yabba-dabba.html' title='Yabba Dabba'/><author><name>Duchess Cornelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14749263945251010055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5-Gh8F26-I/S9C9ryxVxSI/AAAAAAAAABA/P8hCsLkItw0/S220/DSC_0027e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193257662737055229.post-7347065009274430637</id><published>2010-08-23T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T12:25:44.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ive committed a sin.</title><content type='html'>I bought quite a lot today. shooooooooooes. which im not supposed to. and a bunch of bracelets and stuff. i feel so angry and annoyed with almost everyone recently. They're just getting on my nerves too much. MELUAT tau tak. MELUAT. Seriously. Ugghhh...!!!!!!! fiuh..okay. a little bit better. i almost bought a bag tonight T-T. U noe how dangerous it is for me to be in a bad mood? i cud spend 1k on my hair, just like that, without&amp;nbsp;realizing. I did spend 1k on my sunglasses. OMG. I just feel like eveyone is not giving me the support i need. or maybe im expecting too much? noo. i dont think so. wat is the use of having parents and a bf if they dont support n understand me? there are times where i feel soo stupid that i just wanna break off with every single commitment i have and just work and enjoy life. n i dont have to listen to any crap anyone has to say to me. tension betul tau tak. thank god im not fasting today. because ive been swearing alot, mesti dah batal puasa. The thing is..long distance relationship is starting to get me. i just cant deal with it anymore. alone. i feel like im going tru it alone, n i HATE that. im such a stupid girl. someone shud slap me right naw. tension la sial. bodoh betullah. i give up la. serious shit. im choosing career as my top priority naw. despite the negative feedback my family is giving me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanna hear the truth? wat i truly feel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i layan everyone else baik giller. sangat2 baik. and i dapat balasan mcm sebutir pasir tau tak. i usaha giller babi to make everything fine n ok. but, when i do it alone. i feel USED. so im not gonna let everyone else use me. when i dah stabil giller babi with my work, i can leave all of u behind coz im gonna be so inlove with my work none of u wud matter anymore. i simply dont care anymore. success is wat i want most out of life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4193257662737055229-7347065009274430637?l=skylitementhol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skylitementhol.blogspot.com/feeds/7347065009274430637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skylitementhol.blogspot.com/2010/08/ive-committed-sin.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193257662737055229/posts/default/7347065009274430637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193257662737055229/posts/default/7347065009274430637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skylitementhol.blogspot.com/2010/08/ive-committed-sin.html' title='Ive committed a sin.'/><author><name>Duchess Cornelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14749263945251010055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5-Gh8F26-I/S9C9ryxVxSI/AAAAAAAAABA/P8hCsLkItw0/S220/DSC_0027e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193257662737055229.post-8159798232806534762</id><published>2010-08-05T03:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T03:25:31.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its a dilemma, but a good one.</title><content type='html'>So remember when i said i wanted to do R.E in the future after i graduate.? it somehow backfired on me (not quite yet) because my family is giving me a hard time of not appreciating n supporting me on this matter. but thats okay. i will still pursue ur prawn business dad. n scientific sales for uncle hashim. and R.E for myself. and skin care product whatever for my step dad. what? u think thats a lot of job to do at one time?well u havent heard of my another job. which i am so happy i got it. :D he heheh he...well, actually i was just appointed today.=) im not gonna tell u guys yet. ur gonna have to read it in the&amp;nbsp;next blog..hehehehe...today is just one of those days where i feel really lucky. if there is one thing that ive learnt today, its that putting all effort n too much effort in anything u do doesnt really help u sometimes. all u gotta do is lay back n relax. but be determined for the actions u take are those that count. i have come up with a new quote/ motto today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;Putting full effort in&amp;nbsp;anything doesnt give u everything&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Hehe, how do u like it? well, convocation is on tuesday. i am so psyched!! i cant wait to nod to my canselor n retrieve my scroll n honor n everything! bib's class at 4 will be cancelled. see, even her lecturer noes that i am too important for her,vice versa. ahhh...i truely feel lucky recently. i have alot of people around me who loves me n supports me (except for the R.E matter). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am practically waiting for sara to come and pick me up. we are going to marriott putrajaya for dinner with my sis n her husband. i dunno if my mum is coming too. we'll c..anyway, i just came back from tioman n kuantan..dude, tioman was awesome. we basically went snorkeling almost every single day. the corals were soooooo beautiful, i seriously want a waterproof camera right naw. and i even had a swim with all sorts of fishes.fed them with&amp;nbsp;bread sommore.&amp;nbsp;ikan kerapu got. nemo got..we even saw a baby shark while we went to one of the islands for a quick swim at the waterfall.. the waterfall was seriously breath taking n awesome n magnificant all at the same time. the water was sooo cold n chilly n nice. it was a hot day too. seems like the weather there was totally on our side. in the days we werent snorkeling, it had rained cats n dogs, but on alternative days, it was sunny n everyone (including the boys at the cafe) were in a good mood and smiling all day long. owh n we also met TOMMY, who seem to be an environmentalist. he was doing projects for the turtles, life saving n stuff, n there was this one turtle who seem to be blind. her name was Jo. n she's a medium size green turtle. i dont noe if&amp;nbsp;i or my mum took a picture of her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;welp, i gotta go naw. i hope marriott serves goose liver pate at their resturants. cause im in a mood for some fear-factor food. (btw, if goose liver pate was ever in the fear factor competition, i wud totally win, it taste&amp;nbsp;awesome!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4193257662737055229-8159798232806534762?l=skylitementhol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skylitementhol.blogspot.com/feeds/8159798232806534762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skylitementhol.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-dilemma-but-good-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193257662737055229/posts/default/8159798232806534762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193257662737055229/posts/default/8159798232806534762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skylitementhol.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-dilemma-but-good-one.html' title='Its a dilemma, but a good one.'/><author><name>Duchess Cornelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14749263945251010055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5-Gh8F26-I/S9C9ryxVxSI/AAAAAAAAABA/P8hCsLkItw0/S220/DSC_0027e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193257662737055229.post-2853910306049987100</id><published>2010-07-23T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T09:13:29.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ive got a feeling</title><content type='html'>It has been quite a while since i had the time to write. or maybe just because ive been extremely happy recently that i dont need this blog to counter my depression. haha.. anyway, really, i am happy. im gonna share with u all what has been keeping my face glow all the time and how optimistic i&amp;nbsp;have become. n how i embrace everything thats been thrown at me (either good&amp;nbsp;or bad). My view n perspective on life has totally change, and for once, i will admit, that i do feel a notch mature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know about other people out there, but id like to share with u how it feels to have finally found the one. At the beginning of ur acquaintancy, have u ever thot of the person&amp;nbsp;as just a friend, but somehow u keep on smiling whenever u think of him/her? u dont noe the person too well, but smehow rather u can sense that the person is special, but u dont no in terms of what yet. n when u do fall in love, u can never tell if the person is the right one for u or not. no one does. its God's will. but we as human can actually get hints from the Almighty..Have u ever felt like u are soo comfortable with that person, that u can tell him/her anything without even a second hesitating? like it comes so naturally u sometimes look at the person as ur bestfriend, rather than ur lover? have u ever felt that its not always bout the mushy wooshy things u do with him/her, its not always about sex. sometimes, u just enjoy the person's companionship, n spending an evening walking tru the midst of people in the busy heart of KL seems to torch a light in ur heart n trigger a smile on ur face. have u ever felt that everything is going to be okay because u have each other? that he/she will always be there for u wherever or whenever, n vice-versa? Have u ever felt that u dont depend fully on that person, only that u noe u will help each other tru no matter what. Most importantly, when uve found the right person, u will noe by heart, that he/she's the one. because u dont really care bout his or her flaws. u wudnt mind if he/she stinks a little, or laugh hysterically every single time. or doesnt share the same race with u. or watever. at the beginning of a relationship, EVERYONE wud care. but nobody's perfect. u will love that person head-to-toe if he/she's the one. n u will noe it. n its only u. no one else. i have byright found the one. 3 years ago. it took me 3 years to actually realise that i do love him with all my heart n that everything will be okay if we go tru it together.=) i love him more n more as each day passes by n i do look at him as my bestfriend n not only a lover. we come from a different background n lifestyle. but so far, so good. like i said, everything will be okay if u guys go tru it together. always. n before i move on to my next topic, i wud just like to add that, declaring ur relationship DOES MAKE A DIFFERENCE. believe me. it does. u might see it as just a title or whatsoever, but ur perspective on the idea of being in a relationship, ur respect for ur partner, ur intensity of love is so much greater. aaah...just talking about love makes my day A-okay. its not as easy as it may seem, but its totallly worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since i was a little girl, my mum has always wanted me to become a doctor. so i had that 'dream' of becoming a doctor untill reality hit me.i was 16 years old then..i thought to myself, that NO WAY i wud study for soo long just be a doctor. i wud&amp;nbsp;never get married!&amp;nbsp;i knew that there were alot of other opportunities of work n the broadness of the area, but i was so young at that time n i didnt have a clue at all. n this dilemma i had did not stop when i was at the age of 18. no no..it stopped on the day i finished my college. aha, seriously. when i finished my studies in genetics over at UKM, that was about 4 months ago, n on the day i finished my last paper, which was i dont-noe-what. (haha) , i still didnt noe what i wanted out of this life. so i decided to elongate the time for me to make up my mind, so i applied for&amp;nbsp;a short semester n took sommore boring subject to fullfill my free time. haha. seriously..then during my short semester, i had trouble sleeping. because, i cudnt think of wat i wanted to do after graduation. i had a pretty bad time handling my insomnia. then at one night, when i wasnt thinking of my career dilemma, i started to think&amp;nbsp;of the movies that i have recently watched.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;i was lying on my side, hugging my bantal busuk..n suddenly this vague image of a pretty, sexy girl from a movie came into my mind. GOSH, i love that movie. but i cudnt remember the title. she was wearing this red sexy dress n was leaning on her superbly beautiful sportscar infront of a mansion. she was there&amp;nbsp;for a purpose. she was about to sell the mansion to this hunky to-die-for guy who was interested in buying the property. so she was there to show the guy around the house. n i think the house was 5 million dollars or so. when that line of images came into my head, i suddenly smiled to myself. i always had that thot that i cud sell houses like that lady. i enjoy meeting new people n showing them around pretty houses. n actually selling them..&amp;nbsp;the personality totally clicked with mine. n then that was the moment that changed my life forever. the next morning after i woke up, i straight-away open up my laptop n browse tru what was called, real-estate. and so naw my dilemma is over. after finishing my education period,worth 16 years,&amp;nbsp;i have finally found my dream job, that has nothing to do with my degree. but thats okay. after going to the R.E courses n training, i have never adore the business of real estate more in my entire life. all my batch mates n principals say that they see the potential in me n that its good that i have this awareness when im still soo young&amp;nbsp;n they are also pretty sure that i will succeed like the lady in my dreams. hehe. i cudnt help but telling them about the lady in red. i somehow have a very strong feeling that i am made for this business. my personality totally clicks with what is required. and also, i have found the perfect place to start working this august. n i cant wait to start working too!! how many people in this world can actually work, doing wat they LOVE to do, n not because they are forced to?? how many people in this world can actually live their dream jobs? i am so glad that i am one of them ;-) im so grateful that i am free from this dilemma. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are alot of other things that i wud like to share with u guys, but since there are too many, maybe ill slip in 1 or 2 the next time.hehe. i have this new idea of helping everyone to be n feel more optimistic. we have to believe that things will get better, because sometimes, when we believe so, we tend to act more mature n handle our problems better. n somehow, all the efforts will finally start to fruit u noe? just keep on believing, it might come true. ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, i am on the way on creating&amp;nbsp;2 more blogs, one is a joint-venture between me n my pali. n the other blog is where i am going to advertise all type of houses for sale/rent, and every details about it. if u guys have any enquiries, please feel free to acknowledge me yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4193257662737055229-2853910306049987100?l=skylitementhol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skylitementhol.blogspot.com/feeds/2853910306049987100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skylitementhol.blogspot.com/2010/07/ive-got-feeling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193257662737055229/posts/default/2853910306049987100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193257662737055229/posts/default/2853910306049987100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skylitementhol.blogspot.com/2010/07/ive-got-feeling.html' title='Ive got a feeling'/><author><name>Duchess Cornelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14749263945251010055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5-Gh8F26-I/S9C9ryxVxSI/AAAAAAAAABA/P8hCsLkItw0/S220/DSC_0027e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193257662737055229.post-7017245229003254769</id><published>2010-06-27T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T12:46:22.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 minutes with Farah's down-side</title><content type='html'>When i was younger, okla, actually eversince i was born..i wasnt just born like every other child in this world with a demure attitude and an impressive patient meter.&amp;nbsp;Instead, i was born with the combination of my mom and my dad's unbelievable tantrum.&amp;nbsp;well naw that they are older, they seem to have shifted their ways of releasing anger into something more..boring. my mum wud usually just sit infront of her computer typing away on whatever that she's doing. n my dad? FISHING. n not just fishing like all other people; under the bridge or likewise. he wud actually go out to the sea n just. . . .FISH. i can say that i noe my parents really well..when somethings not right, they wud express it in the (weirdest way?) safest way i cud call it because i noe they dont want me to notice or something. but u noe like how a mother can detect whenever her child's in trouble? its actually vice versa. i DO noe whenever my mum is upset or my dad is stressed at work.. and seeing how they handle their feelings n emotions, i start to ponder on the possibility that i am not their biological child. (so not true, my mum once almost tore away&amp;nbsp;some poor makcik cuci tandas' face because she wudnt let my mum use the toilet, and my dad once scraped some bastards' car because the owner parked it right behind of my dad's big ass volvo) so, cut to the chase. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i was younger, i had really bad , n i mean really bad temper. my emotions were so unstable, just by some unlucky day for anyone, i cud be mad at even the simplest things. and when i had bfs in the past, uuuuhhhhh *merengus kesimpatian* MIND MY BAD MALAY LANGUAGE. i felt bad for them..i mean, i always shouted at my ex bfs. haha..to think about it macam kesian giller dowh..i was like one hell of a raging bull that cud kill anyone at any moment. n usually when im mad, i wud always punch my fist into anything that i cud reach for.. n usually i wud break something. there were times i had to pull out pieces of mirror that got stucked between my knuckles (good lord xde parut). it was that bad. i guess so much happened during my entire childhood n when i grew up, i didnt really cope with everything that happened in the pass or even present. so pendek kate, i was in a denial state n yang menjadi mangsa mmg bf i lah. n errr lemme think wat else i did..OWH..i cried alot..im such a cry baby, up&amp;nbsp;to this day..well naw not so anymore la..but when i was younger, i used to cry alot whenever i felt stressful n mad. n i still remember till naw that i wud cry n brush my teeth so hard that my gum wud bleed. it was how i released all my anger. n i wud cry, n mumble till i fell asleep. phew. n my bf wud call n call n finally give up. good lord i salute u guys!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N naw, after some long years, i have finally started to control my temper bits by bits..i have the smallest patient meter anyone cud ever have. (thats why i always remind everyone to not mess with me) because when someone upsets me, i get so grumpy n that may lead to something horrible n terrifying. seriously, u DO NOT WANT TO SEE ME GET MAD. who knew that a 5'2" little girl cud have such great energy n a freaking loud voice that&amp;nbsp;wud sometimes make me look like i have been possessed by a satan. &amp;nbsp;haha..u can either ask my ex bfs, or my mum, or my sis or my brother. they all know how i am like when im mad. So, at the age of 21, i can sense that i have improved myself in controlling my anger. usually&amp;nbsp;ill get mad when someone i love upsets me. it cud be my bf, my family members or my friends. orang lain kalau bwat hal slalunye i x brape nak kesah. but when people who love me do things that break my heart (i am byright the most sensitive person in the world) i wud be so devastated, that finally jealousy/sadness/upset-ness wud turn into ANGER. i wud usually cry of anger n not because of sadness. seriously. have u ever heard of the song 'hit 'em up' by TUPAC? yeah, u noe how he&amp;nbsp;raps like a mad cow at the end of the song? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Naw ur about to feel the wrath of the menace, nigga, hit 'em up"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is exactly how i feel when im mad. i totally feel him. R.I.P Tupac Shakur. well anyway, instead of knocking n punching things. i have finally found an alternative way to release my anger. wanna noe what? ill tell u at the end of the story. its more dangerous from what ive ever done before, but i cant help it, n it seems that, that is the only way i can be OK after being&amp;nbsp;mood-ruined. besides that, i usually listen to songs n sing along. that helps alot. n today, i drank 2 bottles of coughing syrup. man it tastes so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did i just say today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have u ever cried , not cry like waaaaa(!!)...no, not like that..its like, u wanna cry out loud but the&amp;nbsp;upside-down feeling inside u, is just like making u confused n ur brain misintreprets n stops ur eyes from pouring out. n u can feel ur face&amp;nbsp;getting hot n u notice at one&amp;nbsp;point that ur actually sweating...and uh..u place&amp;nbsp;both ur hands on the sides of ur&amp;nbsp;forehead n just pressing hard as if u want to just shove everything out of ur head. n spontaneously ur mouth utter or morelike mumble words. not really words, but the sounds of fighting agony..well, that was after&amp;nbsp;downing&amp;nbsp;those 2 bottles of coughing syrup. n not to mention chain-smoking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N u noe what is the most unexpected thing i wud think of? is to drive down to eim's house n just sit&amp;nbsp;in my car at his&amp;nbsp;parking lot n just stare at his apartment's window. i dont noe why, but i have been thinking alot about him lately. maybe i miss him. well i do miss him. hmmm...not all those fights, no...just i needed someone to make me feel ok.. well, crap. that didnt happen. i dont think&amp;nbsp;he wud wanna see me. EVER again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so instead, i risk my life by not wearing any seatbelts. i&amp;nbsp;ram up behind any fast vehicle infront of me. (n being raced with after). i dont stop at any redlights&amp;nbsp;('cept for any junctions with cars, im not that stupid thank u very much). i blast off the radio..i dont hit the&amp;nbsp;brakes if i think its not necessary. i never brake at any corner i come to. i raced with a white TRD today. the driver got mad (since i ram up his butt), i got a little thrilled n laughed at him. i overtook him and he passed me by at some traffic light&amp;nbsp;where i was turning right.&amp;nbsp;he was suprised to&amp;nbsp;see that after-all, it was&amp;nbsp;a cute raging&amp;nbsp;bitch behind the wheels of his competitor. so he wasnt mad but smiled back instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i guess naw uve got ur answer. n yes. i release my anger by driving at the speed of 200km/hr. n&amp;nbsp;also initiating other people's rage by&amp;nbsp;ramming up right behind their butts n have a thrill or so by racing with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im a fast driver, im a safe driver.n yes, im a raging bitch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4193257662737055229-7017245229003254769?l=skylitementhol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skylitementhol.blogspot.com/feeds/7017245229003254769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skylitementhol.blogspot.com/2010/06/10-minutes-with-farahs-down-side.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193257662737055229/posts/default/7017245229003254769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193257662737055229/posts/default/7017245229003254769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skylitementhol.blogspot.com/2010/06/10-minutes-with-farahs-down-side.html' title='10 minutes with Farah&apos;s down-side'/><author><name>Duchess Cornelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14749263945251010055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5-Gh8F26-I/S9C9ryxVxSI/AAAAAAAAABA/P8hCsLkItw0/S220/DSC_0027e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193257662737055229.post-9006233205944631545</id><published>2010-06-23T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T13:45:11.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Farah Suhaila's soft side (romance part 1)</title><content type='html'>I want to be &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;loved&lt;/span&gt; unconditionally. always. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want that person to always say that he loves me. that i am &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;the only one&lt;/span&gt; he always thinks of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want that person to always be by my side (not necessarily being present, just support me) whenever i feel insecure n whenever im at my &lt;span style="background-color: black; color: magenta;"&gt;lowest ground&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want that person to always touch my hair, n tuck strands of it behind my ear n whispers how &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;lucky&lt;/span&gt; he is to have me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want that person to see me as not only a lover, but a &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;good friend&lt;/span&gt; who he can always come to and share his problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want that person to not feel intimidated by me but instead see me as a &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;spirit arouser&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I want that person to know that its okay to look at other hot women out there (since i check out hot guys all the time too), but immediately says that i am byright &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;prettier&lt;/span&gt; than anyone in this world.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5-Gh8F26-I/TCJsY91zIYI/AAAAAAAAABg/aX7svy5AcEw/s1600/IMG_0705.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ru="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5-Gh8F26-I/TCJsY91zIYI/AAAAAAAAABg/aX7svy5AcEw/s320/IMG_0705.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I want that person to know that he can always&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt; talk &lt;/span&gt;to me eventho im mad. infact, i want him to talk to me when im mad. its not like i cant tolerate on anything. the faster he talks to me, the shorter the period the fight will be, the faster both of us wud heal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I want that person to always &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;hug&lt;/span&gt; me as if he doesnt want me to go anywhere far from him. even 1m.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I want that person to play me romantic songs on&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt; his guitar&lt;/span&gt; n let me sing (since i have a great christina-aguilera voice)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I want that person to acknowledge me as someone &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;really important&lt;/span&gt; in his life to his friends n family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I want that person to always have my back when im being &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;bullied&lt;/span&gt; by other stupid&amp;nbsp;girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I want that person to be fair to me. NO EGO at all (coz i have no ego left in me when it comes to him)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I want that person to call me n say he's sorry for being sucha &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;stupid asshole&lt;/span&gt; but is still lucky to have me coz he knows that ill forgive him for his stupidity anyway ( which is true).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I want that person to know that being in love with me is not a GAME. its never about who wins n who losses. its just about how much he cares for me to admit his mistakes n same goes to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want that person to forgive me for being sucha &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;bitch&lt;/span&gt; sometimes. but only because i love him so much (he doesnt noe that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want that person to know that im trying my best to NOT be mad, NOT being clingy, NOT being a cry baby all the time, NOT being so dependant on him (so not true) just so he can have his so called RELAXED life. but life is hard. u must know this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want that person to know that ive been waiting for a long time for him to &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;propose&lt;/span&gt; but he never does. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want that person to stop being so egoistic n just love me&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt; for who i am&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want that person to LOVE me, without restraining himself from whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want that person to know that i believe in him (to make me happy). all my friends believe in him. even my mom who kind of dissapproves him also believes in him&amp;nbsp;. the only person who doesnt believe in him...is &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want that person to know that life right naw may seem like this. but we always got to believe that it will get better. as long as we are&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt; together&lt;/span&gt; n we put effort together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want that person to know that any problem in this world ade&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt; jalan penyelesaian&lt;/span&gt; nye. there is nothing that cant be fixed (except for my scar).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want that person to know that my hantaran will stil be&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;RM 22,222.22&lt;/span&gt;. Its not about the money. Its about an event that girls get to feel once in a life time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want&amp;nbsp;that person&amp;nbsp;to know that i dont want anyone else anymore. No one could make me happier than u n ur lame jokes, no one could make me cry like u do, no one can make me do crazy stupid wild things, like u do. no one cud gain my &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;respect&lt;/span&gt;, like u do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want that person to know that i am indeed a &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;jealous person&lt;/span&gt;. n i surely hate anyone who have taken ur virtue together with them -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want that person to noe that hidung i sumbat skarang ni, n my &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;batuk&lt;/span&gt; is getting worse, n no one wud ask me 'dah makan ubat ke belum' except u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want that person to know that im planning to &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;quit&lt;/span&gt; smoking soon. because i want my children to turn out normal n not retarded like their mom. (xgelak, serius ni).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want that person to really appreciate me n see me as an important person in his life n actually &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;show it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want that person to&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt; never ignore&lt;/span&gt; me because of some stupid football match or watever mamak. what if i die tonight? we never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want that person to know that i have a &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;disease&lt;/span&gt;. n a critical one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe ill still see sunlight tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe ill still hear ur voice tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe ill never get a chance to see u or touch u for the last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe god will take away my soul tonight. or maybe urs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im tired of living so stressfully n unhappy. we dont have that much time. actually we dont have any time at all to be stressful. &lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;i just want&amp;nbsp;to be happy&lt;/span&gt;, enjoy life n enjoy loving someone n to be loved my someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n most importantly, GROW OLD with someone who i love alot. but thats not gonna happen if EGO is in the way, n mature thinking shud lead us in the right direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, i sure as hell want that person to know that i love him, i have always loved him, &lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;it has always been him all along&lt;/span&gt;. 3 years back, or 2 years back, or 1 week&amp;nbsp;ago. it has always been u.&amp;nbsp;n its a BIG LOSS if u let me go now, its a loss if u dont appreciate me now, its a loss if u keep on thinking and thinking of whatever it is that u r thinking without expressing them or &lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;putting ur thoughts into action&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because darling. it is true that when i love someone or something, i&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt; will love them with all my heart&lt;/span&gt;. unconditionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but. my heart is not as strong as it may seem. n i wont probably be here forever. take the risk, live a happy life? or regret forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4193257662737055229-9006233205944631545?l=skylitementhol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skylitementhol.blogspot.com/feeds/9006233205944631545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skylitementhol.blogspot.com/2010/06/farah-suhailas-soft-side-romance-part-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193257662737055229/posts/default/9006233205944631545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193257662737055229/posts/default/9006233205944631545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skylitementhol.blogspot.com/2010/06/farah-suhailas-soft-side-romance-part-1.html' title='Farah Suhaila&apos;s soft side (romance part 1)'/><author><name>Duchess Cornelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14749263945251010055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5-Gh8F26-I/S9C9ryxVxSI/AAAAAAAAABA/P8hCsLkItw0/S220/DSC_0027e.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5-Gh8F26-I/TCJsY91zIYI/AAAAAAAAABg/aX7svy5AcEw/s72-c/IMG_0705.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193257662737055229.post-4188335375853078095</id><published>2010-06-22T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T08:01:50.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jealousy comes with a price</title><content type='html'>So i noticed one thing. well actually a lot of things. one of them is that i notice girls hate me. if i didnt noe the person, she will be staring at me like i killed her cat or something. and if i DO noe the person, she will avoid me so that ill be left out on whatever matter it is that i am supposed to know. even about college assignments..yeap, thats true..i think on earth...they have a term for that..its called&amp;nbsp;'JEALOUSY'. or to be more demure, i'd like to call it ENVY. i get it. alot of girls are jealous of me. what other reason wud they hate me? ive got to be honest, ive never really thot of this before. i wud always think that maybe my make-up was bad, n maybe my hair is untidy..or maybe i forgot to take off the pricetag from my 200 worth of headband. or maybe just becoz im ugly? (which is a total lie, lalala). BUT, after talking to my good good GFs (which wud never backstab me ofcourse) about it, we, well actually they concluded that most girls are jealous of what i have n what i am...since im sooo pweetttyy..lalala~ haha..&amp;nbsp;and HELL NO its because im mean. becoz i aint mean. most of the girls who dislike me dont even noe me that well..so dont be judgemental okay. and i finally agreed to whatever my gfs said. I abruptly rewind all the situations n events that had happened before and they are seriously right .huhu. This girl stared in disgust at me today, just because her bf was looking at me all the way. (yes, i noticed). owh and how about that time at the cashier, when the salesgirl suddenly became so moody when i came up in line. she was all so nice to the other customers.?? AND, when i asked whether they had a new handbag in particular&amp;nbsp;at armani last year, that acne-smothered face son of a gun said that the handbag was the last piece they had. and Ace ( my nice GUYfriend over at armanis) said the next day that they atually had 2 more at the back..and that the acne bitch was a trainee..&amp;nbsp;i kinda doo noe why..to think about it. ive never been mean to any of these girls, but why do they treat me so peculiarly? hmmm...OWH, yang paling penting sekali. FACEBOOK...u see,&amp;nbsp;some girls, muka tembok..nak add i , nak berkawan dgn i..but when they find out, that they can never be me, n they feel soooooo intimidated by me, guess what??? they delete me from their friendlist. rmai dah i perhatikan bwat&amp;nbsp;mcm tu..well, &amp;nbsp;i have 3 words for u. ADA AKU KESAH? *laughing as bitchily as i can* u see, i never care what other people think of me..u nak jealous, jealous la..nak delete me from FB ke FS ke...silakan..i x rugi ape2..but YOU, mmg membuktikan kat i something. that ur a coward-low self-esteem beyatch n cant see other people who are better than u.. sepatutnye, if we are friends with people that we think are superior toward us, we should be glad we have found friends like that and take them as a role model or whatsoever. ini x, kalau asyik nak berhasad dengki n menutup dunia sendiri supaya lebih kecil, n xde ape2..then rugi lah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i dont give shit. i dont give shit bout&amp;nbsp;what people think of me.. my FAMILY loves me. my FRIENDS love me. FOR WHO I AM..&amp;nbsp;So what made u think dgn mendelete i dr facebook u, i akan rase terhina, serba salah..sedih n lain2? haha...dream on la girls. that will never happen. i am very independant, i dont even need a guy to live, apetah lagi la perempuan2 mcm korang yang tau pokpek gossip pasal kejahilan orang lain instead of ur own sins. Ingat la, slagi korang sume x mintak maaf sebab mngumpat benda bukan2 pasal i, judge benda buruk&amp;nbsp;pasal i..anggap i macan2 la...korang memang xkn dapat keampunan dari tuhan..ingat u bleh gossip pasal i and masuk heaven? dream on on that too la. Menyebarkan berita burok yg salah mengenai seseorng adalah lebih teruk dari mencuri tau..ha, ingat i jahil sgt ke agama. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang nak berkawan dgn i tu, ur most welcomed, i like being friends with people who think out of the box, who has self-confidence n noe what they want in life. n knowledgable too..because these people bring benefit to me n vice-versa..tapi, klau yang tau bergossip je, jealous x bertempat, keyakinan diri 0%, tau mengenang nasib yang x kemana, NO THANKS, dont even think of adding me as a friend. because these type of people la yang akan backstab i in the end. n im sure to everyone else too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, if my parents never say anything bad bout me n bout whatever that ive done in my life, n they terima me as a WHOLE,&amp;nbsp;dont even think u akan dapat that chance to ruin it by saying things that are TRUE, but only to YOU. everyone ade pendapat masing2.. if i dont&amp;nbsp;cross over into ur territory, i expect u to stay far SHIT away from mine.&amp;nbsp;got it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4193257662737055229-4188335375853078095?l=skylitementhol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skylitementhol.blogspot.com/feeds/4188335375853078095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skylitementhol.blogspot.com/2010/06/jealousy-comes-with-price.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193257662737055229/posts/default/4188335375853078095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193257662737055229/posts/default/4188335375853078095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skylitementhol.blogspot.com/2010/06/jealousy-comes-with-price.html' title='Jealousy comes with a price'/><author><name>Duchess Cornelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14749263945251010055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5-Gh8F26-I/S9C9ryxVxSI/AAAAAAAAABA/P8hCsLkItw0/S220/DSC_0027e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193257662737055229.post-6738776879808143723</id><published>2010-06-19T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T07:43:44.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UNWANTED</title><content type='html'>i am literally crying right naw. it just hurts too much..i am totally unwanted. inappreciatively ignored. i rase sedih. i just sometimes breakdown n cry, n i havent cried in quite awhile. nobody gets me.nobody understands me. i try so hard not to&amp;nbsp;cry,&amp;nbsp;because i dont want other people to think of me as someone who cant live without attention, love n moral support all the time. but the fact is, i do. i am just like every other human being in this world. i pun nak someone to be there for me when i really need someone to talk to, or to share my problems with.. if&amp;nbsp;i nanges sket je..nanti orng ingat im not tough enuf to face this world or something. if i nanges sket je, people akan ingat i ni melebih2 or watever.all they think&amp;nbsp;is i nanges for something completely remeh n stupid.&amp;nbsp;but life is soo unfair. everyone deserves to be happy. sume orng tak tau what im going tru n stuff.&amp;nbsp;i depend totally on NOTHING. its something i shud be proud of, but i have feelings too u noe..sometimes i tgk orng lain..they have family members to talk to. bf/gfs to talk to all the time. n friends who wud be there regardless of anything else. regardless of anything else. i just feel sad..sometimes, people will ignore me when im soo sad n down for something really stupid..they wud rather do something else just to let me down even more..i might sound okay..but i try really hard to avoid making everyone so worried about me. its just sad u noe. i just cant take it anymore. i hate crying. it makes me feel weak..but what can i do, its only normal to feel this way.. i rase macam i have nobody. nobody at all.. all those promises. just simpan baik2 je la k.. jangan la bwat janji yang u x boleh tepati. gave me alot of hope but not really into it..i just want to end this. maybe i should go to australia/UK after all..xde sape pun yang hargai i kat sini. &amp;nbsp;i hate crying ;-((&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4193257662737055229-6738776879808143723?l=skylitementhol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skylitementhol.blogspot.com/feeds/6738776879808143723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skylitementhol.blogspot.com/2010/06/unwanted.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193257662737055229/posts/default/6738776879808143723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193257662737055229/posts/default/6738776879808143723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skylitementhol.blogspot.com/2010/06/unwanted.html' title='UNWANTED'/><author><name>Duchess Cornelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14749263945251010055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5-Gh8F26-I/S9C9ryxVxSI/AAAAAAAAABA/P8hCsLkItw0/S220/DSC_0027e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193257662737055229.post-4491019740034138492</id><published>2010-06-12T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T13:01:15.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Take a deep breath Farah. . . . . . . . (!!!)</title><content type='html'>okay......(breathing out) fiuuuuh........ i was gonna write about how superbly emotionally messed-up guys are. how stupid they are, how angry i am with them right naw, n how stupid of&amp;nbsp;me to even worship them (sumtimes). i am stupid. i always let my emotions take over...but this is the fucking last time i will ever be swallowed into their masacre (OMG I HATE IT). And i will never ever depend on them (despite that i miss being called at night before going to bed) and i will never ask them how they are doing at the moment. n watever else...i am soo damn pissed off right naw...i cud kill a cow.. i cud be driving my brothers car right naw which is fucking fast btw..and i cud just bloody run over a cow right naw. why are guys so egoistic, n stupid. n stupid. i typed it twice. im not saying they are stupid as in academically (so freaking true) , but they are born to be so shallow n low in their emotional thinking. i am starting to think n ponder on the fact that god created men to be with women (snort) seriously, are we even meant to be together? ( if u realise, i said in the beginning of my blog, that i am NOT suppose to write about superbly emotionally messed-up guys, but i am anyway). GGrrrrrr.....i just dont get it why guys cant be as simple as they CLAIM they are. fuck my ass. Guys are even more messed up than girls. all u do is say OKAY OKAY. but actually u wanna say more, but u dont wanna hurt the girl's feelings? Yo stupid, dont u even noe, she's already hurt anyway? whatever else u say is not gonna change or make a difference. STUPID. omgawd. enuf with guys. i dont need a freaking BF. I am sooooo damn bloody fine on my own i dont need anyone to call me at night anymore. (so not true) . n i dont need anyone to take care of me. i am not a baby anymore. n i am certainly NOT UR BABY. so u can F off. ok, breathe in............haaaaah.....okay, i feel so much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but its true tho..i am so independent..all i want is attention from a guy who i like n who loves me. but if i aint getting it, im not gonna die darling. infact...there are sooooo many guys out there who wish to take me out on a date. theyre just a phone call away..i can have 200 replacement with a snap of my finger. uhuuhh *Boastful smile with slutty voice*. whatever. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo...*giddy smile* wat i actually wanted to write was about...hahahah...omg, GUYS. but the story here is about&amp;nbsp;all wonderful n intelligent guys (who are a bit stupid also but its ok) who worship me instead when i was a bit younger. =D .. to be exact, it was the time when i was in matrix..n those times....omg...i wudnt change it for anyything...seriously it was one of the best moments ive ever encountered within this 22 years of life..n i must say, that matrix was&amp;nbsp;full of drama, n love n lust..n everthing was so perfect. (except for my dad's suprise.i bet u noe about it). so, i remember having this fling with one of the jocks in the soccer team.&amp;nbsp;His name was..TUUUT. (lol) and he wasnt handsome..but he had this really really pleasing personality and everything about him was palatable.. n i liked him. so we usually had lunch together, n i remember how crazily chaotic it was when everyone on the team found out. because i was sucha HOTTIE when i was in matrix (like dude, i was wearing tudung at that time n i was still a hottie) n they all called me FaraHot. hahahah..seriously im not being boastful, its just the truth. n the truth hurts, for u..n not for me. so too bad loser. *uhuh uhuh* =P okay okay...so every guy on the team wud come up n make fun of him, because he wasnt that too much of a hottie&amp;nbsp; n they cudnt figure out why i was hanging out with him..so finally, we broke off..seperate ways..me with my jogging buddies&amp;nbsp; n, him with his bunch of ballsacs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, i met this guy..his name was TUUUUT..haha im sorry i cant say. he was a HOTTIE. he was a winner. he&amp;nbsp;had everything that a gurl wud want in a guy..he has the looks, the brain..n everything..but it was sucha shame that he had a gf..a 2-year relationship or smething..but it was really fun with him...because one of my lecturers actually wanted to hook us up (like seriously)..n she was all the time so fucking stoked&amp;nbsp;about getting to put us in the same group or same area. we shared alot of college activities..it was such good times. i missed my matriculation..because sooooo much happened in that 1 year..n all of it was good memories..with drama, i mean like real drama, not drama drama..where i got the leading role as princess beauty..*omg, such shocking news, who wudve guessed?* hahahha..seriously, i always get the role of a pretty princess or something that equals to that. if not princess, a spoilt princess..haha....its just me u noe..i guess i am really spoilt..not that i ever deny it..i do realise it..lol..watever..n wat else...i miss the food..omg, the foood at college, was freaking bloody awesome..most people hate their college food..but mine? na-ah...it was superbly delicious all the time n they had the yummiest tea-break selections. i really miss the food there..i havent found yet any malay stalls that cud ever compete with the food at my college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why im opening the story on matrix&amp;nbsp;is because, i read my older blog...n omg, i kept on smiling every 2 seconds..i just miss the time i had in matrix SOOOOO muchhh! i miss my friends, my bfs..my guy friends, n more bfs...n scandals..n everything..it awesome. it was a year of rebeliion..but at the same time, i got to learn about myself n exploring my true potential..dude, i was a national public speaker man..uh huh...*slutty voice again* hahaha..u can never be in a fight with me, cause i wud kick ur ass&amp;nbsp; i always have something to say..maybe because we were trained to always speak spontaneously about almost anything..there was this one time, my lecturer asked me to talk about rambutans...n i kept on talking for 5-7 minutes..just on rambutans..hehehe..i love public speaking..because i have that confidence that i never knew i had in me, n public speaking just made me realise that i do have that potential..*sob*..i miss it..so much...but im so old naw..i cant be in a public speaking comp&amp;nbsp;anymore..thats so highschool..wat i want naw..is to join one of those youth activist clubs. oh ho, seriously..it cud&amp;nbsp;bring me alot of&amp;nbsp;benefits. A hot guy's phone number for example. haha. goodnight nocturnals! u noe u love me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4193257662737055229-4491019740034138492?l=skylitementhol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skylitementhol.blogspot.com/feeds/4491019740034138492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skylitementhol.blogspot.com/2010/06/take-deep-breath-farah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193257662737055229/posts/default/4491019740034138492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193257662737055229/posts/default/4491019740034138492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skylitementhol.blogspot.com/2010/06/take-deep-breath-farah.html' title='Take a deep breath Farah. . . . . . . . (!!!)'/><author><name>Duchess Cornelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14749263945251010055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5-Gh8F26-I/S9C9ryxVxSI/AAAAAAAAABA/P8hCsLkItw0/S220/DSC_0027e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193257662737055229.post-3549298865497531545</id><published>2010-06-08T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T11:58:33.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>priority</title><content type='html'>so, im finally done with college. just a little bit more and ill finally be graduating in August. i have a car. i love my car. i have tremendously amazing friends, i have&amp;nbsp;a fat cute n spoilt cat. a fat cute n spoilt rabbit too..&amp;nbsp;and im hopefully going to get my dream job.. (OMG i am so psyched!!) n if possible, im going to rent a house in shah alam. n u noe what? for the first time in my life, im not afraid of pursuing all this ON MY OWN..instead, i feel excited, i feel like im entering into the world of adulthood. i feel that nobody can ever take this away from me..and for once..ive never thot of having a BF or whatsoever. i mean, before, i was still studying n love was always a part of it..but i noe myself very well..i am one independent woman..n just the thot of working n all...it makes me soo happy that i just dont find love as one of my top priority anymore..like i can totally skip all the love drama right naw n just concentrate on my future job..(!!) omgawd..i am so thrilled...eventho i noe that my mum does not approve my choice of profession..but muuuum, i love the real estate industry world! its totally me..cant u see =)) i like interacting with people..i love working with lots of challenge being put at my face&amp;nbsp;n most importantly, i love jobs that offer u lots of money depending on ur effort n skill. because babeyh..im totally gonna work my butt off..for something that i totally like! omg im soo happy i pray to god i get the job...errr...-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo.....enuf with my future career..i wonder what my friends are doing naw? i noe that some of them got into UMBI n stuff...haish..sometimes i just wonder if what im doing right naw is the best for me..but im gonna follow my hunch n it says that real estate is where i belong..owh god..im smiling away n im hoping that everything works out perfect. =)) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok..enuf for naw..im sending in my resume soon..this year is going to be brilliant for me..because last year it was a blast..we have to believe it just keeps on getting better u noe. ? aite..love u guys wherever u are. muacks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4193257662737055229-3549298865497531545?l=skylitementhol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skylitementhol.blogspot.com/feeds/3549298865497531545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skylitementhol.blogspot.com/2010/06/priority.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193257662737055229/posts/default/3549298865497531545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193257662737055229/posts/default/3549298865497531545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skylitementhol.blogspot.com/2010/06/priority.html' title='priority'/><author><name>Duchess Cornelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14749263945251010055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5-Gh8F26-I/S9C9ryxVxSI/AAAAAAAAABA/P8hCsLkItw0/S220/DSC_0027e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193257662737055229.post-8893384709304559723</id><published>2010-05-23T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T13:40:58.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions</title><content type='html'>1) I am about to commit a sin. or rather im planning to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I think ive always let my emotional state control everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I dont believe in true love. I only believe in short term happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I am not sure of how i truely feel right naw. i dont noe whats&amp;nbsp;real n whats unreal anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I am partly broken. n it seems, all these&amp;nbsp;years, ive only manage to seal&amp;nbsp;the wound n not heal it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I swear that i will never let anyone break my heart ever again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) The consequence from that is i cant seem to let myself love anyone 100% anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) I have trouble seeing other people success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Only to make me put more effort to work harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) I am very bad at Bahasa Melayu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11)&amp;nbsp;I want my children to be superb in English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12)&amp;nbsp;I actually hate Malays. eventho i am 75% Malay. That doesnt mean i like Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) I cant stand Malay thinkings n whatever topics they have to converse with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) I was brought up by my family in the open-minded&amp;nbsp;way. So, no one can ever blame me for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) If i had to choose, i would marry an Indian rather than a chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) anti-poligami&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) Harap kau puas hati. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) I am not afraid to admit my flaws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19)&amp;nbsp;I hate people who like to&amp;nbsp;bring up racism issues. as so religious issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) I used to&amp;nbsp;unsure of what i wanted in life.&amp;nbsp;This&amp;nbsp;year, im totally sure. and it does not involve men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) I am the cause for some other people's pain n misery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) I only say sorry&amp;nbsp;when ive done something wrong. If ive said it to u, just because i was being forced to or whatever, then im sorry to say, uve been punked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) I believe that i can never be too nice to people. This world is just a game. The sooner u give in, the sooner ull get out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) I have no idea why its hard for me to be friends with girls. Girls are freakin backstabbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) Its also hard to be friends with guys. By the end of the month, he'll say "i love u". so there goes the friendship right into the drain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26) I hate n love my ex Bf at the same time. naw thats twisted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27) I wanna move on but i dont know how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28) Everytime i think of what he has done, i feel hatred n it keeps on boiling up inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29) Scorpios are revengeful. but i have passed that stage. i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30) It took me 2 hours to write down my 30th confession. i was thinking hard, n yes..i do love him =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4193257662737055229-8893384709304559723?l=skylitementhol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skylitementhol.blogspot.com/feeds/8893384709304559723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skylitementhol.blogspot.com/2010/05/confessions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193257662737055229/posts/default/8893384709304559723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193257662737055229/posts/default/8893384709304559723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skylitementhol.blogspot.com/2010/05/confessions.html' title='Confessions'/><author><name>Duchess Cornelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14749263945251010055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5-Gh8F26-I/S9C9ryxVxSI/AAAAAAAAABA/P8hCsLkItw0/S220/DSC_0027e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193257662737055229.post-6056338812846226293</id><published>2010-05-04T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T08:53:58.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fit over Finnegans.</title><content type='html'>i was soo upset. n i actually threw a fit over at finnegans a couple of days ago because i couldnt stand how DUMB guys can sometimes be. seriously. i was shouting n there were tears in my eyes. running down my hot bursting-into-flames cheeks. Syah was saying about how i should understand Mr. u noe who. n how i should give n take n dont expect too much. dont be too pushy. hello? i was once the victim. shouldnt i atleast have some triumph in some situations?in all situations actually. i did nothing wrong. all i want is a little reassurance that i am truely loved by Mr u noe who. i am a GIRL. we are very emotional human beings. n guys are very stupid&amp;nbsp;n lack of interpretability skills especially when it comes to understanding us, WOMEN. i just felt so angry because i am not in the position to understand people n whatsoever. people shud totally understand me instead. Everyone around me should noe damn well that they cant just&amp;nbsp;live an easy life tru me. na-ah. no freaking way. not everything should be done ur way. i could feel that the people sitting behind me was already shifting, n fidgeting&amp;nbsp;n staring at the back of my head, as if wanting to noe if all that shouting came from me. =D&amp;nbsp;Syah calmed me down n whiped away all my tears that were rolling down hard.I just wished that Mr. U noe who wud understand me better. maybe he's not even interested.&amp;nbsp;that would be a bummer.i mean if u dont noe how to pujuk someone, u can always ask. well i dont mind. because afterall i will be the one smiling at the end. but i guess sometimes its&amp;nbsp;EGO. like omg, EGO can kill me. EGO in a man can totally 200% kill me.twice. Like with Z before, omg...he has the tallest ego a man could ever afford to have.&amp;nbsp;n look what happened to us? i hate it.. i hate this game. i just want something natural n free..n no hustle n stuff.&lt;br /&gt;well, anyway,&amp;nbsp;we made up..because i decided to let&amp;nbsp;go of this one..but next time....ha, jangan harap.. =) i love u too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4193257662737055229-6056338812846226293?l=skylitementhol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skylitementhol.blogspot.com/feeds/6056338812846226293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skylitementhol.blogspot.com/2010/05/fit-over-finnegans.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193257662737055229/posts/default/6056338812846226293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193257662737055229/posts/default/6056338812846226293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skylitementhol.blogspot.com/2010/05/fit-over-finnegans.html' title='Fit over Finnegans.'/><author><name>Duchess Cornelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14749263945251010055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5-Gh8F26-I/S9C9ryxVxSI/AAAAAAAAABA/P8hCsLkItw0/S220/DSC_0027e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193257662737055229.post-3659151954695957247</id><published>2010-04-22T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T13:58:10.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Manic Friday.</title><content type='html'>Some might be sleeping. Some might be playing their X-box 360. Some might be having sex at this very moment. Some might be throwing flour n eggs at their loved ones. Some might be studying (shud be me but im not). Some might be watching discovery channel and sipping on tuborg. And some. . .might be stressed out by&amp;nbsp;some psychotic asshole which called to mess up their mind. That is me. well, im not the psychotic asshole. im the victim. Never in my life, have i encountered such a psycopath which doesnt get what im tryna say. Never in my life either had i encountered such a BIG headed , world-best manipulator. And never in my entire life have i encountered such a mind-messer which i&amp;nbsp;had fallen for in the beginning. And yes, Mr Z called me last nite and caused sooo much pain n sickness in me, i swear i cud feel my heart beating soo fast it almost went out of its conformation. I feeeeel sooo mad at him i almost regret even knowing him. but i dont. he's a nice guy n deserves someone like him. "ill wait until u finish ur exam, n by then, i wud like to hear an answer from u like you've promised". And so, i have less than 10 days to make up my mind whether i shud work out our relationship or just move on seperately. i know the answer SHUD BE that i just walk off. like Christina Aguilera did tru her song , 'walk away'. . i sing that song everysingle day n i totally get it. I mean, farah, dont torture urself. eventho ill be the bitchiest bitch n feel soo guilty for the rest of my life. if uve read my recent blogs, i was explaining on how im the type who cant say NO. im toooo kind to see other people sedih or watever. But this time is diff...i feel like i cannot take it anymore. even if we get back together..it will NEVER b the same.. he has to face the fact, i have to face the fact, that this thing will always come between us in the future. And soo...i guess i dont need another 10 days..i can make that desicion right naw.. I dont think ill be easily swept away after this by any guy..because what Z has done for me..i think nobody can ever do it better than him.. such a shame both of us are crazy big headed people who cant loose in any situation =P... seriously..ARIES VS. SCORPIO = madness+destruction+WAR. i just feel n think that we arent actually compatible enuf to not kill each other. hehe..omgawd Z...ill miss u sooo much u have no idea..i love u..but it has to stop right here, right naw.. im not the tunduk-tunduk material kind of girl. im bossy in my own way..we just arent meant for each other ya noe? if only u wud understand what im tryna say..sigh~..i have a test in less than 4 hours n im typing away writing this blog. how can i think anymore when he has messed up my mind. thanks a bunch Z, woo woo! i appreciate ur last effort in making me insane. good job. To those who have psycopath partners, my advice is, if u can accept them n dont turn crazy by the 50th time u guys have a major fight, then i suggest u keep loving them n cherish them..dont ever let them go because if u can go tru that..it must be REAL TRUE LOVE that is anchoring ur bond together. =) i wish my time will come soon. hey im still young. 21 is like zero in a way. hehe. Maybe ill print this blog out n leave it on his door steps. it cud be the last love letter ill ever write to you Z. =( I love u and i miss u..i wish u all the best in life..u are sooo kind to me n ive never had the slightest intention to make u even think that i was fooling around all this while. When u find someone new, u will realise that i was just&amp;nbsp; a harbor that u stopped by to gain experience n share a little joy n pain. ur true destination will come soon ur way. Just keep believing in urself like u always do. I might not be there for u anymore. but im still here. alive. n my iphone is never out of my sight. Drop ur ego sometimes n gimme a call aite psycopath ? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your tomel, your pembuli, your merajok machine, your gadoh buddy, your moral supporter, your everything. . .&lt;br /&gt;FSZ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4193257662737055229-3659151954695957247?l=skylitementhol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skylitementhol.blogspot.com/feeds/3659151954695957247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skylitementhol.blogspot.com/2010/04/another-manic-friday.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193257662737055229/posts/default/3659151954695957247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193257662737055229/posts/default/3659151954695957247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skylitementhol.blogspot.com/2010/04/another-manic-friday.html' title='Another Manic Friday.'/><author><name>Duchess Cornelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14749263945251010055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5-Gh8F26-I/S9C9ryxVxSI/AAAAAAAAABA/P8hCsLkItw0/S220/DSC_0027e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193257662737055229.post-2910389835339628895</id><published>2010-04-20T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T14:48:57.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wow, i never knew i was that mad</title><content type='html'>okay, so this past few weeks, i have been extremely emotionally unbalanced n i feel like i kept sooooo much anger in me. towards everyone including GAWD. i mean GOD. Just read my recent blogs n ull noe what im talking about..i shud, shall, maybe. . . . apologize? maybe when im ready. owh wait a minute..i mean, NO, im waiting for people to apologize to me instead. whatever, i dont really care much bout those issues. what captured me today was that i had a date with Zaim. well not a date date..just i met him to settle things..n i feel like we didnt settle anything. -_- he kept talking n talking bout all the stuff that&amp;nbsp;has been happening to him eversince we broke up. or...rather he left me..i mean dumped me.. 5 times. so yes, to those who have been wondering whether royal highness farah suhaila has ever been dumped before or not, the answer is yes. n 5 times. huhuhu..im actually laughing while im typing this..because never in my whole entire life, some guy dumps me for 5 times in a row..omgawd, how IMPOSSIBLE. i mean like, never ever.. just i messed up. seriously..n im not joking, so stop laughing..i feel bad. i noe i screwed our relationship. n im not proud of it..just, the thing is, we were never officially GF/BF. Just when i saw him today..all those annoying feelings just came back. gripping on me like an aching gum. i just feel that he should be mature in the future, if we dont ever get back together. sometimes..wait, i mean i ALWAYS feel extremely annoyed by his attitude. seriously...i noe i can never change him. he is mohd zaim anyway...i have no right to change a person unless the person is willing to change. but on the other hand, i felt like i could hear voices screaming from deep down in my heart. this void in me..is crying that i miss him. sometimes. i feel soo lonely since he went away. i think about him alot..i noe he will never forgive me. but what i can do is truely apologize n hope ill never make the same mistake. because obviously i cant turn back time n undo whatever that i have done. ALL my friends say that im not the one to be blamed. i did have difficulties loving him the way i love my ex bf. but i guess i was wrong for not letting him go earlier. he wouldnt have to feel such great pain like he's feeling rite naw. My ex penah cakap yang die hanyut or something. when i think about it, i feel that way rite naw. even at this very moment while im typing away on my Vaio lappy which cracked because my mum sat on it ...GRRRR.....! i have nothing to hide, nothing to keep a secret anymore..i am completely honest about my feelings..I DONT LOVE ANYONE AT THIS MOMENT. i might feel slight affection towards my EX..but i am soooo lost..i have always been that kid that finds it hard to trust people. once u have broken my trust, then the next time will always be fake for u..ill always be watching from far away even tho i have the most sincere face being put on. name it, my mum, my dad, my brother. everyone else. i dont easily trust people i guess its just my nature. sigh...im longing for that true love to come n just sweep me off my feet. at the moment, i just dont noe what i feel.. 'i love you' doesnt sound quite the same anymore to me...ive grown up alot..ive learned alot from bitter memories..it has all accumulated n made me a stronger person. i have done alot of mistakes in my life. sometimes i wish i cud turn back time n undo allll of it..but without mistakes, there is no life. time flies away sooo fast u cant afford to waste time regreting regreting n regreting. take it all in n move on with ur head held high. and this is exactly what&amp;nbsp;im doing naw. n because of this, i have moved on.n left all my sweet+bitter memories behind. and to open up all the steel-crates ive locked them in, is just impossible. i threw the key away. heh...funny, but true. im sure uve felt the same way right? locking bad memories n the past somewhere at the back of ur head n not wanting to open it.ever. the thing is, memories will never fade. it depends on us to put the picture in view or to just leave the picture as it is. as for me, i always look back at those pictures, remembering the sweet memories and not the bad ones. because all the people in those pictures, are the ones i have once loved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4193257662737055229-2910389835339628895?l=skylitementhol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skylitementhol.blogspot.com/feeds/2910389835339628895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skylitementhol.blogspot.com/2010/04/wow-i-never-knew-i-was-that-mad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193257662737055229/posts/default/2910389835339628895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193257662737055229/posts/default/2910389835339628895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skylitementhol.blogspot.com/2010/04/wow-i-never-knew-i-was-that-mad.html' title='wow, i never knew i was that mad'/><author><name>Duchess Cornelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14749263945251010055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5-Gh8F26-I/S9C9ryxVxSI/AAAAAAAAABA/P8hCsLkItw0/S220/DSC_0027e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193257662737055229.post-3601586797504443700</id><published>2010-04-15T01:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T01:40:53.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I will change if u FORCE me to</title><content type='html'>When Zhaf said this world is actually fair enough to everyone, i went home n thought about it. and what he said was true.i mean Justin timberlake made it clear with his song what goes around comes around. So i guess ill&amp;nbsp;just accept whatever shit naw happening to me as a punishment. Just i never thot the punishment will be on someone whom i love. or more like LOVED. Im not just talking bout guys here. i mean my friends too. sometimes, i just feel like they're taking&amp;nbsp;adv over me because im telling u, im a nice person n its hard for me to say no. i think ive never backstabbed any of my friends, n i never turn u guys down. but i want u to think, what have u done for me instead? in realtionships, we have to give n take. but i feel like ive been giving all along n never&amp;nbsp;receiving anything. i actually dont mind, but lame2 when i think about it, macam im quite dissappointed. i mean, do u guys really think ill still be here if u guys keep on acting like bitches? no. n like zhaf said (again) dont play with people's feelings. kau nak blah, kau blah. xyah la sakitkan perasaan orng lain. i have my own patient meter. and once it has past that, im really sorry to say, but i wont stick here any longer. i might be there, present in ur daily life..but i wont be that nice of a friend anymore. ive been so good to everyone n ia2 kan to everyone. mengalah dengan everyone. but im just a human being. u cant expect me to cover ur shit n clean ur mess everysingle time. Just because ur family is diff from mine, it doesnt me i have to sabotage mine rather than u sabotage urs. just because i lie to my mum more than u do, it doesnt mean i have to do it all the time for the sake of u not lying to urs. and how fair is that Zhaf? we look at the world in diff perspectives. everyone does. just dont expect me to see it the way that u see it. dont expect me to understand ur situation ALL THE FUCKING TIME. consider mine the next time. im bored of this town. fuck off. and im sincerely gonna say this. sape yang terasa tu mmg biarla terasa, sebab i dah banyak gile terasa dengan kau. just because im nice n forgiving (not quite), dont think u can barge tru my door, n minta maaf in taik-est way n nak berbaik dengan i. Dah bwat lancau banyak dengan i in the past, dont think ill be so damn nice untuk berbaik mcm tu je. im not stupid la k. i gave all of u alot of chances, when i was in ur situation, mintak peluang untuk memperbaiki diri, ingat baliik, did u give me any? did u give me any chance to even explain myself? NO, exactly. SO jgn ingat ill give it to u senang lenang. Im a fierce bitch, u should noe this. i might not even be the slightest nice person afterall. i forgive, but never forget.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4193257662737055229-3601586797504443700?l=skylitementhol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skylitementhol.blogspot.com/feeds/3601586797504443700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skylitementhol.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-will-change-if-u-force-me-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193257662737055229/posts/default/3601586797504443700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193257662737055229/posts/default/3601586797504443700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skylitementhol.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-will-change-if-u-force-me-to.html' title='I will change if u FORCE me to'/><author><name>Duchess Cornelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14749263945251010055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5-Gh8F26-I/S9C9ryxVxSI/AAAAAAAAABA/P8hCsLkItw0/S220/DSC_0027e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193257662737055229.post-5041765304280211448</id><published>2010-04-11T00:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T00:17:27.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Lost Lamb Seems To Still Be Lost.</title><content type='html'>i have no idea&amp;nbsp;whatsoever about how i feel rite naw. its like, i dont even noe if i love u anymore. or if i hate u.. all this hatred is boiling up in the pit of my stomach. and its killing me. i just feel like running away. fucking far from here. why bother care n love me when all of u are just hurting my feelings? baik korang gi berambus jela k. dont..please la..jangan la berlagak and ego sangat as if ur sooo damn rite in everything that u do.. if u really love me than fight for it, dont be such a pussy la k.. everything that u do is killing me. its not suppose to hurt this way. i am not supposed to be hurtful like this, after all shit that all of u did to me. u noe what? when i am REALLY REALLY GONE FOREVER, then only ull noe how REGRETFUL N FUCKED UP U CAN BE without me. and when that time comes, dont even think of knocking on my door. ever again. u are a goner, a loser, a lonely crap if u dont have me. its a BIG LOSS FOR U N NOT FOR ME. everyone says that. so hey, guess what? i dont give shit if u hurt me naw, cause yang rugi u la k. hope u have a blast in ur torturing exp on me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4193257662737055229-5041765304280211448?l=skylitementhol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skylitementhol.blogspot.com/feeds/5041765304280211448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skylitementhol.blogspot.com/2010/04/little-lost-lamb-seems-to-still-be-lost.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193257662737055229/posts/default/5041765304280211448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193257662737055229/posts/default/5041765304280211448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skylitementhol.blogspot.com/2010/04/little-lost-lamb-seems-to-still-be-lost.html' title='Little Lost Lamb Seems To Still Be Lost.'/><author><name>Duchess Cornelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14749263945251010055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5-Gh8F26-I/S9C9ryxVxSI/AAAAAAAAABA/P8hCsLkItw0/S220/DSC_0027e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193257662737055229.post-651858374972826076</id><published>2010-04-10T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T11:56:54.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey you up there! i just dont get it what u're tryna do</title><content type='html'>Okay, so first of all, u had me soo confused with my own feelings when i was 9 years old. like wow, my brain was not even fully developed yet. okay fine. i went tru all the pain until i was 18. 9 fucking years. was that enuf for u? what lesson cud u ever want me to learn out of that? that never choose a long distance relationship coz it sucks n it will never work?never let ur husband out of sight? never be too egoistic? which one is it?&amp;nbsp;wow, i totally learnt alot! thank u! n then what, u had all those nice people betraying me to get into my circle of comfortness? wow! maybe i get ur point. u didnt want me to trust people that easily. THANK U SO DAMN MUCH. i certainly find it hard to trust anyone. especially naw. OWH OWH WAIT, u did send me another hurtful msg that only u noe what cud teach me. destroying my relationship with everysingle people that i love? by the cause of other FUCKING OUTSIDERS? for what again? owh owh..maybe its time to just say sorry to OLDER people becoz in the olden days, people wud do that eventho they were right. but we are talking bout STUPID IMMATURE OLDER PEOPLE. how fascinating! u want me to BOW to stupid people like that n have no dignity for myself!? What is it that u really want me to see n look at? that i was wrong ALL ALONG. U MADE me like this dont blame me coz i cant take things the way they are. i DID NOTHING WRONG. u have no right to punish me like this. u said u will be there for me. but u are here to gimme alllllllllll this mess that arent even mine. thank u soo much. Why send me a guy which i fell for n take him away from me? twice? why send me all these nice guys that i seem to like but not sure enuf if its a true love feeling? what pengajaran lagi la u nak i terima? In my entire life, ive done nothing wrong to people whom i love or loved. n u FUCKING NOE that. so why? why why why? crave it on a stone, on a beach or something coz seriously i dont get it. why is it that GUYS who cheat on their wives&amp;nbsp;can still live happy n live with that lie all along?why is it that WOMEN who send their FUCKING EMBRYOS straight to hell can still find happiness in life. ARE U CRAZY OR SOMETHING? tell me la. i might not be the most religious person on earth, but i do have that faith in u. i still believe that ull hate me if i betray you. yes! i have been betraying u, becoz u left me here..alone..in all this mess that arent even mine! is that fair? is that fair? i am not like the others. u should have known. u do noe. ur just ignoring me. i love u. but do u? i hate all these people who keep on hurting me for things that ive done.those things that ive done..i dont deserve to be punished. salah silap i, bukan seperti i bunuh orang, its not like i buat benda yang teruk giller. but ape yang i dapat? i x dihargai. when i love something, ill take care of it. i will love it with all myheart..u noe that. i x patut dihukum sebagaimana i dihukum skarang. i mmg benci betul all those hurtful things. my heart ni..disalut je...x pernah sembuh pun.. i&amp;nbsp;sentiasa maafkan orng.i maafkan&amp;nbsp;semua yang bwat salah kat i. tapi jangan harap la i akan lupa. and jangan ingat, senang2 kau masuk hidup aku, kau boleh buat sesuka hati. owh no, u x kenal i lagi.. once i&amp;nbsp;DAH BENCI kat u, dont even think of recuperating any kind of relationship we have. lovers ke, kawan ke. FUCK OFF. ingat aku ni bergantung sangat ke kat korang..?nampak je mcm aku bergantung kat korang, but the truth is tanpa korang pun hidup aku boleh berjalan&amp;nbsp;seperti biasa la. mati nanti pun sorang2 la..ive been going tru life&amp;nbsp;ALONE my whole entire life. huh....challenge la i lagi...i mmg suke.&amp;nbsp;i mmg x kesah lagi la pasal anyone anymore. kau nak bwat ape, kau bwat.&amp;nbsp;jangan ingat la kau boleh&amp;nbsp;change aku sesuka hati. kau sape? hati i keras macam batu. i bukan la orang yang u nak cari gadoh. klau i nampak baik , sbnrnye kat dalam aku x peduli pun.&amp;nbsp;okay? kalau dah bwat taik kat aku, mmg kau dapat balik la.&amp;nbsp;hidup ni x senang. n jgn harap la tru me, u akan senang gak. mmg mimpi la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ikhlas from me. hope u like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4193257662737055229-651858374972826076?l=skylitementhol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skylitementhol.blogspot.com/feeds/651858374972826076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skylitementhol.blogspot.com/2010/04/hey-you-up-there-i-just-dont-get-it.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193257662737055229/posts/default/651858374972826076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193257662737055229/posts/default/651858374972826076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skylitementhol.blogspot.com/2010/04/hey-you-up-there-i-just-dont-get-it.html' title='Hey you up there! i just dont get it what u&apos;re tryna do'/><author><name>Duchess Cornelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14749263945251010055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5-Gh8F26-I/S9C9ryxVxSI/AAAAAAAAABA/P8hCsLkItw0/S220/DSC_0027e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193257662737055229.post-2462933047844866659</id><published>2009-11-20T12:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T12:46:26.965-08:00</updated><title type='text'>craving for maggi mee..</title><content type='html'>i want maggi mee!!!! i was supposed to eat it yesterday..i went to visit Z cause he was sick. and i NOE that i kept one maggi mee dlm cawan tu kat umah die. n it was gone! and he had the guts to say that his workers dh makan dulu...heheh. just kidding...aloh...i can buy maggi mee tomorrow.. laksa or tomyam? sluurrrpp! i feeel like eating it naw but its like 4.30 in d morning&amp;nbsp;n im so lazy to get up from my bed and eat..maybe i should have it for lunch tmrw. ngeh heh..i remembered when i was small, my dad would make maggi mee for me and my brother in a huge periuk where he'd put all sorts of stuff in it.. onion lah, daun ape nth..and egg..and my dad is not really a big fan of kuah so our maggi were always like mee goreng instead. haha..man, i LOVE my maggi to have lotsa kuah yang boleh dihirup...(tgh bayangkan jap).. owh yeah.. and then dengan telur goreng kan..sometimes kalau i rajin, dengan nugget nugget skali i msk. walla-wey! imagine this..ur sitting in ur living room next to&amp;nbsp;a sliding door and infront of a tv..its raining cats and dogs, and the tiles are really cold and it goes tru up ur spine..ur watching..lets say tom and jerry.. infront of u is a big bowl filled with hot steaming maggi and you have telur goreng and nugget ayam.. and beside you, theres a cup of hot english breakfast jasmine tea and a teapot for refillment. dont you feel&amp;nbsp;perfectly happy? i think its one of those perfect moments if ur starving..ummph uuumph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but before that..ns lemak ss 16 first! woo-hoo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4193257662737055229-2462933047844866659?l=skylitementhol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skylitementhol.blogspot.com/feeds/2462933047844866659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skylitementhol.blogspot.com/2009/11/craving-for-maggi-mee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193257662737055229/posts/default/2462933047844866659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193257662737055229/posts/default/2462933047844866659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skylitementhol.blogspot.com/2009/11/craving-for-maggi-mee.html' title='craving for maggi mee..'/><author><name>Duchess Cornelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14749263945251010055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5-Gh8F26-I/S9C9ryxVxSI/AAAAAAAAABA/P8hCsLkItw0/S220/DSC_0027e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193257662737055229.post-7600539962453259966</id><published>2009-11-19T14:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T14:41:57.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If my dad claims im the princess of all princesses, then why arent the birds chirping for me in the morning??</title><content type='html'>I wont deny this. i DO get everysingle thing that&amp;nbsp;i want. i thot that statement was overstated. but its all tru, from head to toe. from A to Z. from north to south. No kiddin. I mean like, there had to be a way for me to get the most appealing birthday present for my brother. Even if it cost me a million bucks. well, maybe not a million bucks *smirk* and who cares if my BFF gets perfume everysingle time she gets a year older? GOOD people deserve getting the best. including me. im....a nice person. i do charity work..im a member of the WWF.. i donate to blind people (even tho i whine about it rite after)..i feed the ducks and fishes in the pond. i help alot of my friends out..well despite the one incident that caused dear A to b unexpectedly&amp;nbsp;called to the student's adivisor's office.. *didnt do it*&amp;nbsp; shrug shrug shrug. i think God is somehow punishing me. after all these years of&amp;nbsp; being a successful heartbreaker, i cant help to say but you really&amp;nbsp;got me on that last realtionship i had with my ex. but i learnt my lesson..well....not really..i&amp;nbsp;became bitchier&amp;nbsp;eversince. and whos fault is that naw? and the truth is..i dont like being the person i am rite naw. i mean,&amp;nbsp;all this&amp;nbsp;is no doubt Fara's true nature. but com'on.. that was in highschool.. i cant date more than 10 people at one go..its a BURDEN!. i can have everysingle thing in the world..but im not happy. my heart is missing something. and i noe what it is..TRUE LOVE..i feel so pathetic typing all this down. but what can i say..God created us so we could embrace each other. Ugh...i can barely hear myself talking rite naw. if it were useless junkies that&amp;nbsp; can be thrown away like tissue papers, it would be fine. my job&amp;nbsp; would be so much easier. but all of them are so nice and total gentlemen. This love triangle. mmm wait.. this love octagon-le is just a big lump of superglue and its making my hair all sticky and it hurts! all i need is a BIG HUGE scissor to cut every strand of my hair that is pulling what is left of me! you wouldnt undertsand. U readers will never understand. its hard being me. My bestfriend is drama. and its not even a living thing. i cant avoid drama. drama is smothered allover me.maybe its even written on my forehead. *sigh* i never like creating drama. but somehow, im a magnet to it. and i noe, before its too late..i have to save myself from this mess. i need to make the right decision. i can either pick one, or pick none. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth is: i think i already did. i actually have feelings for someone. but its not&amp;nbsp;UR time yet to noe.&lt;br /&gt;-xoxo-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4193257662737055229-7600539962453259966?l=skylitementhol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skylitementhol.blogspot.com/feeds/7600539962453259966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skylitementhol.blogspot.com/2009/11/if-my-dad-claims-im-princess-of-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193257662737055229/posts/default/7600539962453259966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193257662737055229/posts/default/7600539962453259966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skylitementhol.blogspot.com/2009/11/if-my-dad-claims-im-princess-of-all.html' title='If my dad claims im the princess of all princesses, then why arent the birds chirping for me in the morning??'/><author><name>Duchess Cornelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14749263945251010055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5-Gh8F26-I/S9C9ryxVxSI/AAAAAAAAABA/P8hCsLkItw0/S220/DSC_0027e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193257662737055229.post-3659115439226243237</id><published>2009-09-14T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T12:00:49.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE, DESPERATION, AND DESTRUCTION</title><content type='html'>LOVE? wat about love? i almost forgot what it means already. ive already forgotten how it feels to be loved and how it feels to love someone. i hate love at the moment. all i had was bitter memories. well not all of them. just that love can be so powerful it cud either jump u to the next level or destroy u. love can make u feel real happy at times and make u sad..so sad that ull never be able&amp;nbsp;to describe them in words. love teaches you the real meaning of life n wat i really got out of it is that life is nothing more but a&amp;nbsp; game. ur game starts at the time u were born. and it ends when ur dead. u pick ur path carefully as u grow up because there will always be consequences for everything u choose to do and choose not to do. u get high ranks if u choose the rite path and get bonuses too. u get credit. but on d other hand, u might fail and ur game is over. this game that human live in can never be restarted. u can only regret whatever that has happened. or cherish the blissful moments one can ever achieve. love makes u a better person or otherwise, a bad one. after failing a couple of relationships, i know now that u can never change a person. no matter how much u love the person,&amp;nbsp;dont ever try to change them because u noe by heart, u dont wanna change urself either. and there's so much more to it, not just tolerance, its how u adapt urself to the way the other person thinks. i guess thats what u call chemistry between 2 people. u dont have to say soo much, because u know what ur partner would wanna do and say or respond to wataver there is in life. and i think u wud noe that u found the rite person if uve found this. i guess im not lucky enuf YET .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;i wouldnt say im&amp;nbsp;DESPERATE to find true love. like i said before, i like it like this; being single. but sometimes i feel an emptiness inside of me. its not that bad. just maybe i long for that feeling of being loved. u noe, like someone cares for u, n there will always be that person who wishes u goodnight and calls u in the morning , checks up on u to see whether uve eaten and stuff like that. i MISS those moments. maybe coz ive been rather spoilt my entire life. not like being dependant on people..just im spoilt in a way that i like being cared by people. thats all. im not desperate, i just hope my time will come soon..haha.. but i do have a feeling ill be single for the next 4 years. becoz...hehe..adelah..mmm...to tell u the truth..there're already 2 guys in the waiting list to actually, seriously propose to me. they're all working dudes with big cash, perfect smile, n bright future. they even text my mum occasionally to say hi. it doesnt freak me out tho..coz i noe its ME who makes the decision. not them. they can pour all sorts of candy syrup into my mum's cup of tea but they cant win me over like that. i dont noe why i never give 2 shits bout pputting effort to atleast getting to know them better. i just dont wanna rush things. im soooo young..but i tgk everyone else has serious relationships n i feel really left behind. omg, thats the stupidest thing ive ever said. haha. but i truly feel that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some how, after all life has taught me, i have begin to settle into the old fara.&amp;nbsp; rebellious, egoistic, keras kepala,&amp;nbsp; never give 2 shits bout other people's feelings. this one, i noe damn well why. coz life has forced me into this.ive been tru many bitter phases and i dont want myself to be hurt ever again. not anymore. so ive built my broken heart and its seriously stronger naw. ive locked it and god noes where i left the key. and naw........its a big huge problem for me..i cant find the freaking key to my heart..i lost it. maybe itll be closed forever. i cant seem to like any of the guys i date nowadays.n seriously..no matter how charming or nice they are. they do everything for me but it never triggers my emotion. coz i lost the key. great. naw ill be single for the rest of my life. haha. forget bout the 4 years. ill be&amp;nbsp;on d front page of&amp;nbsp;the duke and duchess magazine, so successful in life but no husband. how sad. ugh..how sad..but whats worse is that im giving all sorts of hope to all of the guys that im dating at the moment. i feel real bad for them. like i treat them nice n all, but they're expecting more of me. i think ive&amp;nbsp;DESTROYED them at the point they say 'im totally in love with u'. i made it clear tho that we're all just friends n stuff but woopsie woop, they dont wanna listen to me. no holding back. sukati dieornag la..i have better stuff to do. im sooo mean at the moment. n i dont feel guilty at all. sigh~ this&amp;nbsp;really is&amp;nbsp;a problem. people might say that they noe me. maybe. maybe not. but one thing u shud noe bout&amp;nbsp;FSZ is that&amp;nbsp;she used to b&amp;nbsp;the biggest heart-breaker ever. n&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;i have a premonition&amp;nbsp;that she's coming back.for good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4193257662737055229-3659115439226243237?l=skylitementhol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skylitementhol.blogspot.com/feeds/3659115439226243237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skylitementhol.blogspot.com/2009/09/love-desperation-and-destruction.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193257662737055229/posts/default/3659115439226243237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193257662737055229/posts/default/3659115439226243237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skylitementhol.blogspot.com/2009/09/love-desperation-and-destruction.html' title='LOVE, DESPERATION, AND DESTRUCTION'/><author><name>Duchess Cornelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14749263945251010055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5-Gh8F26-I/S9C9ryxVxSI/AAAAAAAAABA/P8hCsLkItw0/S220/DSC_0027e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193257662737055229.post-2310138295280316959</id><published>2009-09-13T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T07:25:55.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ary vs Ariey</title><content type='html'>Men can sometimes be so damn desperate. ur closest example. Ariey.Owh for those who are feeling a bit lost n confused, Ary is my ary. as in arikrishnan-my-husband ary, but ariey is the malay version of ary who also lives in bangi but wait. ary doesnt live in bangi. wtaver. anyway, ariey. 2 years back. or 3 years back. he used to have a crush on me. its kind of obvious that he still does. he asked me out infront of my mom. that was too brave i think.he cud ave went home registered as an OKU if u noe wat i mean. so last nite i was watching manutd against spurs in bangi with ary and ariey. haha, ok so before ary came, ariey was being so nice n annoying i wanted to smack his face. sitting close n letting me feel his breath on me. euw. so when ary came, i changed places with him so ary was sitting between me n ariey. haha score! i was like padan muka u homo freako faggy.then after that i kept on talking and talking with ary i forgot all about ariey who was sitting there like a dope, thankgod his friends were there so i didnt have to feel so bad about it.im so lazy to write today so im gonna skip to the event that made me wanna laugh so hard. i was gonna leave with ary after the game was over. and like obviously&amp;nbsp; ary was gonna walk me to my car. i mean like i was standing next to him n gesturing to leave already. and ariey, who just couldnt let go n cudnt stop being a bitch dengan semakknye berkata, 'xpela, ill walk u to ur car' and i pun..ok lah..watever. its so annoying. after giving ary a hug, we went seperate ways with mr doggy following me ,sniffing my back n still being all euw-ly romantic. ugh. he said super sweet stuff that&amp;nbsp;nobody wud believe anyway. i just smiled n said ' so im expecting all sorts of kuih agar-agar from ur mom this monday' and so there goes. 10 types of agar2 for me this monday. double score! i feel glad knwing soo many people who like me. like hey, i get free stuff all the time! free starbuck stamps, free Sarawakian dessert specially shipped for me, free dinner, free lunch, free cigarrette. special-priced handbags,u name it. i even have a goddamn PA naw. not penasihat&amp;nbsp;akademik but personal assistant! my life gets easier and easier every single day. even&amp;nbsp;the manager&amp;nbsp;at the xerox shop had to open his shop on a sunday, just coz I, princess of all princesses had to use the laser jet for her college assignments. ok, maybe thats too much. ut he did come all the way from his house and gave me special service. haha. dont think too far naw. anyway. i feel so lucky. thats all. lucky all the time.&amp;nbsp; owh god so sambung bout ariey. he didnt let me close my goddamn door. i was already putting my car key into the ignition but he was still babbbling like a 5-year-old like, take care. when u reach text me..bla bla bla bla bla bla bla..seriously..i wanted to laugh so hard already,siap guling2.... he had that desperate, i-dont-want-to-let-u-go-not-just-yet look on his face and he grabbed my shoulder as if we were in titanic the movie or something. like i had H1N1 n i was about to die. owh watever. i didnt text him anyway. he called me much later to wake me up for sahur. n he said he was jealous coz i didnt give him a hug like i did for ary..hahahaha..thats the funniest, owh wait. the dumbest thing ive eber heard. hello dude, me&amp;nbsp;and ary, we're married. for 10 freakin years. and ur just a dog&amp;nbsp;i adopted 2 days ago. u gotta work harder&amp;nbsp;for ur credits man.&amp;nbsp;i just dont see any rreason for him to be jealous. he's not even my bf. jheh-sius! Ariey is actually a really HOT guy. like seriously bitchyly handsome with his dimple and watsoever. but im just not attracted to him. he's like a goddamn sniffing dog and im allergic to dogs like him anyway. feel free to take his number girls. he's all urs.&lt;br /&gt;i was supposed to tell u bout the confession i was gonna make. but not naw. i have so many work to do i dont even have time to sleep.maybe in the next post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but to spice things up..just so u noe..a faraway land princess seems to be bored with&amp;nbsp;her father's&amp;nbsp;almighty kingdom. she wishes to fly away.. fly away from the perimeter that kept her safe for ages, since she was born. but dear princess..where are you going naw?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4193257662737055229-2310138295280316959?l=skylitementhol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skylitementhol.blogspot.com/feeds/2310138295280316959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skylitementhol.blogspot.com/2009/09/ary-vs-ariey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193257662737055229/posts/default/2310138295280316959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193257662737055229/posts/default/2310138295280316959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skylitementhol.blogspot.com/2009/09/ary-vs-ariey.html' title='Ary vs Ariey'/><author><name>Duchess Cornelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14749263945251010055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5-Gh8F26-I/S9C9ryxVxSI/AAAAAAAAABA/P8hCsLkItw0/S220/DSC_0027e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193257662737055229.post-9176391182174529987</id><published>2009-09-09T07:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T07:09:38.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cookies, milk and a whole lot of memories</title><content type='html'>So, lets see.. rmember when i said i was gonna meet F on tuesday? that never happened. well it did, but i met him on monday night too. n i tell u, the cats and dogs werent tied up at all. im such a bad animal breeder. the whole time goin out with Z, F kept on calling me on my cell. n he actually merajok. can u believe that? and Z obviously wasnt stupid enuf to not noe. so i had a really really terrible time squeezing all the plans in that one day. so like it or not, i had to meet F that same night coz he was being such a pain in d ass. well, the pain eased off anyway =) we had the most romantic night, i mean he still say those little words that can make me smile the whole day. " why dyu still paint ur nails, i told u its not good for u" hehe. like seriously, i was waiting for him to say that. not that i had my nails done. just that my nails are so pwettty that F thot i had french mani done on it. =P he held my hand and studied my nails as if i was like one of those experimental subjects he works on everday. well i could be..haha. anyway..i kept my eye on him till he let go of my hand. it was so cute. when i was talking to him bout something, he wud just place strands of my hair behind my ear and pick up dust or watever shit stucked on my jeans. it was sooo cute. but u noe wat the cutest part was? he said he'd wait for me forever. haha. actually i think its stupid and freaky..i mean like com'on, ull be off studying for 2 years , and ill be off to aussie doing my MBA. 2 years can change us alot. but he said that he vowed the same thing 2 years ago (which is true), so what  difference wud it make if he waited 2 years more?. i wanted to laugh but his eyes were so serious i just sat there quietly. he said he has plans for his future and stuff n i was included.hehe. it was so sweet i swear to god. he said he'd give n provide me anything i wanted. =P that is a totallY WRONG thing to say to a materialistic person like me. but he'll be making big bucks anyway. so who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yawn~ i just came back from bbuka puase with S, Z and F. it was funny, we actually bumped into each other at the restaurant, or rather like S came n yell n smack me on my shoulder saying "x gune, datang sini bukan nk ckp" when i was innocently playing n twirling my hair n i thot to  myself, that voice sounds familiar. haha.tgk2 makcik S. haish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway , i got lots n lots of assignments to do, so better start on it.&lt;br /&gt;For the next post, ull hear a story..or better yet a CONFESSION that ill make on the topic of LOVE, DESPERATION n DESTRUCTION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u noe u love me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4193257662737055229-9176391182174529987?l=skylitementhol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skylitementhol.blogspot.com/feeds/9176391182174529987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skylitementhol.blogspot.com/2009/09/cookies-milk-and-whole-lot-of-memories.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193257662737055229/posts/default/9176391182174529987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193257662737055229/posts/default/9176391182174529987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skylitementhol.blogspot.com/2009/09/cookies-milk-and-whole-lot-of-memories.html' title='cookies, milk and a whole lot of memories'/><author><name>Duchess Cornelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14749263945251010055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5-Gh8F26-I/S9C9ryxVxSI/AAAAAAAAABA/P8hCsLkItw0/S220/DSC_0027e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193257662737055229.post-7044843674679826002</id><published>2009-09-06T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T12:31:01.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my first date with F after one year and a half.</title><content type='html'>tonite was awesome. i finally met&amp;nbsp;F after soo long. ive been missing him alot and seeing him again makes me real happy. he has short hair n he looks cute. same smile. same laugh. he's a little fat naw. he said he cudnt even fit into the clothes i bought him before he left for egypt. nevermind, he still looks the same to me. we&amp;nbsp;were talking&amp;nbsp;the whole nite and we didnt feel awkward at all. as if we just met a week ago or something. he couldnt resist touching me thats for sure ;-) god im so happy he's back here. atleast i have someone (who shares GREAT chemistry ) to talk to and never feel awkward saying or doing anything. im suppose to meet him again tomorrow but then dah ade plan with&amp;nbsp;Z pulak. so i promised to meet him on tuesday instead before he heads back to johor. i certainly dont feel any guilt juggling guys at one time. its not that i did anything wrong. but Z didnt seem to be pleased with the whole idea of what? me having a close friend named F? i mean, seriously? wat the hell is his problem. ugh..anyway..D was admitted to the hospital today for food poisoning. i feel so bad actually. for not knowing. so i decided to visit him tmrw before going out with Z.&lt;br /&gt;F's smell is all over me. i can sleep like a baby tonite =) goodnite peeps. lets hope the cats n dogs are well leashed tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4193257662737055229-7044843674679826002?l=skylitementhol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skylitementhol.blogspot.com/feeds/7044843674679826002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skylitementhol.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-first-date-with-f-after-one-year-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193257662737055229/posts/default/7044843674679826002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193257662737055229/posts/default/7044843674679826002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skylitementhol.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-first-date-with-f-after-one-year-and.html' title='my first date with F after one year and a half.'/><author><name>Duchess Cornelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14749263945251010055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5-Gh8F26-I/S9C9ryxVxSI/AAAAAAAAABA/P8hCsLkItw0/S220/DSC_0027e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193257662737055229.post-8935329980170840487</id><published>2009-09-05T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T11:23:17.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey hey hey, look who has boobies naw.</title><content type='html'>So i finally decided to create a new blog on blogger.com. i used to have an account here. n i do still have it. but i havent posted anything since 2006, cause i was busy blogging on friendster after that. most of my hot juicy stories are alll written on friendster. n so i stopped blogging on friendster cause i discontinued my account. n since i have fans who LOVE reading my blogs, i decided to come back and write again (gosh i feel like a writer naw) hehe. believe it or not, i was actually traumatized by this whole blogging-activity cause something came up a few years back which left me hurt n almost destroyed. but, naw im all grown up, i believe i can handle critics more maturely naw. n i wont ever give 2 shits bout anything ANYONE has to say to me nemore. one of my juniors, which is a GUY, said he lovesss reading my blog n used to read it every single day. he said that he understood more bout life n that my stories are just so pure n interesting n all fascinating in one go. im proud to share my stories n thinkings and blogging is just the perfect way for me to express what i feel bout almost anything. before i start, here's the url to my old blog. but i must warn u. it was my blog when i was young n naive. so excuse all my grammatical errors n childish love dramas. childish, but in a cute way i wud put it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://stoictransparency.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://stoictransparency.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lets see. one of the questions people keep on asking me is that whether im with someone or not at d moment. okay, first off, im single. every single rumor u guys heard bout me with the subang jaya guy is a lie, with the Secret recipe marketing manager is a lie, with the guy on my facebook is a lie n GOD FORBIDS with my ex is totally a lie! i am not in a relationship with ary krishnan. he is and will always be my bestfriend. forever n ever. just that my friends used to think we were in a relationship ( i dont noe why) n we were so tired of denying it. so thats why i decided to just iyekan to everyone. okay are we clear with that? and at the moment, im just hanging around with zaim and a couple of other guys. im seriously tired with relationships. its detrimental! but i wont lie bout famy tho. to those yg sibuk2 tanye famy that day, ok, he's a medical student. currently studying in egypt. once vowed that he wud wait for me (owh how cute) he shares the same birthday with me n is totally like me. haha. cept that he's not as bitchy i wud say. i love him. he cares for me unlike anybody else. i loved him even before. even when i was in a realtionship with mr.fadzli mohamed. it was distance that drew me away actually. but whatever. he's here naw. n still the same as he were 2 years back. i wudnt say ill be hooking up with him. not in the mean time. i need to be single for a while. i actually like it like this. haha.&lt;br /&gt;so we have come to the end of the first chapter of 2009. u will see more of me tomorrow.  ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4193257662737055229-8935329980170840487?l=skylitementhol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skylitementhol.blogspot.com/feeds/8935329980170840487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skylitementhol.blogspot.com/2009/09/hey-hey-hey-look-who-has-boobies-naw.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193257662737055229/posts/default/8935329980170840487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193257662737055229/posts/default/8935329980170840487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skylitementhol.blogspot.com/2009/09/hey-hey-hey-look-who-has-boobies-naw.html' title='Hey hey hey, look who has boobies naw.'/><author><name>Duchess Cornelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14749263945251010055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5-Gh8F26-I/S9C9ryxVxSI/AAAAAAAAABA/P8hCsLkItw0/S220/DSC_0027e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
