tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23004153352244744992012-02-16T20:55:43.666+08:00noisaholichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03233820940020901145noreply@blogger.comBlogger631100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2300415335224474499.post-4418452383022255882011-05-12T09:19:00.000+08:002011-05-14T04:21:53.505+08:00

Well work alone has been fun all along however like they all say, no matter where you go shadow follows.sigh.there is this one lady, approximately 30 of age, has been harassing me lately, mentally that is.honestly whatever her problem is remains unknown. she gloats at the sight of me in despair. she mocks and insults and degrades one like munching on butterscotch candies. a sadist, more like it.

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To all those who have pushed me...Thankyou.Without you, I would have fallen.To those of you who laughed at me...Thankyou.Without you, I wouldn't have cried.To those of you who just couldn't love me...Thankyou.Without you, I wouldn't have known real love.To those of you who hurt my feelings...Thankyou.Without you, I wouldn't have felt them.To those of you who left me lonely...Thankyou.Without you,

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Life has been good so far..I love my jobI love my darling boy friendI love the way I look nowThank you God!

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well well well what do you know? Ive landed myself a brand new job! praise the lord..i hope i stay longer here *winks*

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Why oh why am i blessed with such cold hearted boss?:(

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Sometimes I just wish i can climb into my head and see what's happening in thereI wish..

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I hear a whisperas leaves fall from treesA small voicein the cool autumn breezeIt tells of secretsall from the pastIt whispers them quietlyand whispers them fastThe trees turn colorsof orange, yellow, and redbut once winter comesall the colors will be deadand gone will be the secretsfor the time beinggone will be the autumncolors that I like seeing

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Yeap I just had a moral epiphany..no more dark poems, it is time to brighten up this place:)

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Since i blogged about rainbow, shall I blog about the rain as well? ohh I shall :)Raining straight downAnd all aroundI seem to be mesmerizedNothing worth getting lost in.Over my head with questionsNothing being said or doneMaybe its just my imaginationExcept that I keep on seeing things.Rain on meLike there is no tomorrowMaybe there isn'tWho knows?Honey you are the sunSo set for me in the

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yellow smells likeerased dreamswith a hint of passionand a spot of renewal.green smells likevelvet revolversand pretty dressedwith big pokadot bowsblue smells likedawned frostingwith chocolate edgingfor a million wedding plansred smells likegolden tokensand a rush of urgethat you’ve feel onceviolet smells likeswing sweatwith a thousand bodiescrammed into oneorange smells likesilver discswith

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I feel the anger in meThe selfless need to killI can see the blood before meAcross the floor to spillMy hands the color of cherriesSmashed right inside my palmViolence like thisIs done with inner calmHatred and angerRage toward the worldLike a lotus blossomThose feelings have unfurledSweeping out around meSucking it all inOnce its all overMy head begins to spinThe tragedy of my crimeHas reaped

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Silent, whispers echo.Giggle and snickerAn immature look,As you probably already knew.Just for you and your friends,It might be pretend,Yes or no is unsure.It's a sad story I will say,That it could happen to you one day.Sit and laugh,Not knowing you affect,Others and more that extend.Innocence, no nothing is sure,But my heart sways towards untrue.I believe all have it.But some must be dug,Up and

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What an odd personDoesn't know when she's in loveDoesn't know what she wantsDoesn't know if she wants him to love heror leave her aloneCan't seem to find her place in the worldCan't stop wondering "Why am I here?"Is there a purpose, does she have one?Can she ever know what it's like to feel content?To be truly happy?But don't sympathize herShe wouldn't want thatShe doesn't want people to feel

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You want the truth? well, here it is.eventually you forget. you forget the dates of wars, and how to use pythagorean theorem, and all that stuff you never really learned, just memorized the night before. you forget the names of all but one or two of your favorite teachers, and eventually you forget them too.you forget your best friend's home phone number and the lyrics to that song you must have

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Your skin on mineYour breath at my earI'm perfectly fineAs long as you're hereI don't want to breatheJust close my eyesI still can't believeThat you're mine.

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Trials shall come in your lifeAnd they will tell how strong you really areWhen you are through with the fightNo fight is easy, every one is hardBut if you succeed in the endFor you there will be no depth too farSome may force you to bendAnd some may make you want to breakBut always believe that you can winThere may be trials that you will hateBut if you win in the end you shall be great

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I have lost a very special part of me it is gone forever. I can't get it back.If there was a way to get it back i would love to but i can't.To love, again, and feel everything again but it is cold nowand lying here in my own blood i realize this now .I could have choose better but i didn't. i was so caught up in my own worldand how sad it was and was pushed to do it.but in my next life i will

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Everybody is looking...For someone...Everybody hopes...That they won't be alone...And so for all of you...This is your song...You don't have to see it,To know that it is thereBecause you can always feel it,When you know somebody caresIt might take some time,To fully realize,That no matter where you go,You are never aloneA kiss...A whisper...A look, a touch,Makes your heart beat fasterSometimes

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LostRight back where I startedMy mindAs far gone as I amLost foreverIn a place it can't be foundWandering the streets of lonelinessfinding light in eternal darknessthe sun sets never to rise againdepression sinking further into my skinas if the tattoo ink were bloodmy sane mind-never to return againseeing only what shouldn't be seenhearing whispers from those not allowed to speaksaying what i

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What if one day you came To find me gone?Checked all around, just to find All my words erased?Would you feel an emptiness? Would you grieve?Would you try to find me Ask me why?Or would you quietly Say goodbye?Erase the words I wrote Erase my memoryErase the soul that was bared Before strangers eyesPretend I never was part of your life Pretend the words weren’t for

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She holds herselfcries to sleepUnable to escape failureeven in her dreamsShe's wondering whetherthe jagged hole will ever healwhether the stingthe burn will fade and ceaseTrying to find her way home,to a place she could never trustShe's leaving trails of fragile hopes behindready to take the fallIt could've been easybut it never isIf only she could stop making mistakes

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FUCKTARD!

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Hearken to my rhyme;all will be revealed in due time.I'm perfectly flawed;personality mauled.Brooding with many a contradiction.Mind adverse to fiction.I cannibalize all my pain.My eyes are clouds and it rains.I'm not unique.I prey on the weak.I'm constantly thinking.My heart is shrinking.Suffering sets me free.I see only what I want to see.I'm battered and bruised.I lay upon the shelf marked "

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The HeadAn enigmatic planeThings enter, Things exitThings good, Things badThings happy, Things sadThe head can be twisted into unrecognitionThe pain and turmoils of life scar itExterior scares numben, Interior scares make you numbThe world twist and turns into a messed up existance where nothing makes senseThe good goes bad, the happy, sadNo escape from itBecause it is youYou feel nothing, yet

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Light brings with it no appetitefor those nocturnals such as Iwho struggle in its warm raysand yield to that harsh brightness.We wait for the cool waters of eveningwhich lead to the star-filled nightand the peace which comes patientlyafter the raucous children fall asleep.When their mothers retire through wearbut still not until their fathers fall asleepbefore the lord of all hollow's

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I saw RED today..Painful stabs of reality hit me with such force that my breathing was slowed to the point of near asphyxiation.I was standing here but I felt as though it was not me.That, I was outside my body looking past my emotions, to what my eyes could see.My heart had taken on a much faster pace and it felt too big for my chest.My arms hung loosely beside my torso, no will left for me to

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Repeat it in my head—The scent lingeringOn that last music note...Give me the jazz—That music you play;Whatever it really is,I want to hear it forever!What am I waiting for?Something to be streaked withThe color I have lost?Craziness envelopedThe remains of my life—Let it be waterFlowing awayTruth revealed at last?Let's be bored togetherOnly so long can I stand the hellWe'll scream to the

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leanbh, cén fáth nach dtuigeann tú mé? Kostek mé i ngrá le you.i thug mé féin a bholadh a you.your fós ar me.i chailleann tú mo love.i chailleann tú an oiread sin. an oiread sin till i caoin mo chroí amach san oíche. Chinn tú go dtí méid nach labhair liom níos mó. Tá a cheap tú le haghaidh an dara gur féidir liom na focail a mharú i ndáiríre? rinne sé. doimhin istigh Tá mé marbh agus gone.gone go

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Oh so coldAnd the wind is growing strongerThe last bit of warmth left in meFloods away through my eyesAnd as the tears grow coldAnd freeze a trail down my cheekThey remind me of how much time is leftOf how inside I feel so weakOh so coldAnd winter has just begunAlone and afraid I stand outsideIn the middle of nowhereAware of the snowI fall to my kneesAware of the darknessI watch my breath

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Cold like the desolate moonfeel the harsh wind blowthe sand across cold dead corpseslike the sea devouring the ship as its coursethe coldness of the dark beneath the violent wavessurrendering to that dark embracecold like the endwith blackened nightmaresno one thereno one that carescold like the touch of winterstarving and keeping the children homefrost bitten and eaten by the coldhypothermic by

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She is bitter and cold,She appears in your sleep,Crying for company,Wailing like a young born.She sits on a curb,Longing for warmth,She is the young, foolish lady,Drinking and smoking herself to death.You feel her in the bottomless pit,That is your stomach.She is the silent pain in your heart,Which engulfs your mind.The look on your face bewilders everyone.The anger, the hostility,You wish to rid

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Two stars in the heavensTwinkling so brightBewildered byEach others light.They're feelings growTheir love comes strongThey shine togetherForever long.When one fadesThe other criesWhen that one sobsThe other dies.It was made to lastIt will, it mustThey'll stay togetherWith faith, and trust.Two bright starsIn a lonely skyTogether foreverUntil they die.

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Love,Is beautiful,Is pain,Is wanted and needed,Like the falling rain.Love,It completes you,It doesn’t die,It moves,It’ll make you cry.Love,What I breathe for,What’s worth waiting?What’s inside,This game of baiting?Love,You can’t escape,You can’t deny it,You can’t ignore,Or try to forget.Love,Every waking moment,Every beat of the heart,Everything you do,For love from the start.Love,Find it within

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Give me your hand, said Loveand I will take it all away,I will give you joy for ashes,a heart of beautiful arraySo Sorrow looked upon himher heart filled with deathCan Love possibly heal me?she murmured in a whispering breathPain had always been her friendDarkness is what she knowsAlone, who could ever want herHer friend, Lonely, had told her soBut Love was so invitingHis warmth pulling her froI

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you make me guilty in ways you cannot possibly fathom.i'm collapsing onto buckled knees and forcing myself to choke back everyexcuse as to why i'm afraid to fall for you, because the truth is, i already have.ink-bruised hands grasp at the sweater pulled over my chest - over where myheart should be, but isn't, and i'm struggling to evert myself ; to somehow provethat inside, i am more than just

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if i could..i definitely would..sigh

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its but-biting cold in here!come gimme a hugp.s i miss you

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this is not new to me..you're a JERKtouchdown!

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we meet again..p.s i missed u depression, my old pal

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no woman, one is definitely better than two...unless you're considering an awesome threesome..fuck, you make me sick to the core, now that i have seen the other side of you..

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Saturday morning, i was taking an innocent stroll in the web park. hopping childishly for a minute or two, till i decided to log into my YM account. so i did, i was still strolling around the web, till i was startled by a buzz. a bee in the web? absurd. owh wait it was someone i know online! he buzzed me! yippe, a mate to accompany me on a lonely Saturday morning. he told he he got a car! wow a

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i logged in eagerly into my blog this morning but...i eventually forgot what i wanted to write on...owh well...silly me~

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This time, I wonder what it feels likeTo find the one in this life, the one we all dream ofBut dreams just aren't enoughSo I'll be waiting for the real thing, I'll know it by the feelingThe moment when we're meeting, will play out like a sceneStraight off the silver screenSo I'll be holding my own breath, right up 'til the endUntil that moment when, I find the one that I'll spend forever

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You may not be her first, her last, or her only. she loved before, she may love again. but if she loves you now, what else matters? she’s not perfect - you aren’t either, and the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can. she may not be thinking about

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Most people who claim to love someone don’t really love them, because they don’t know what love actually is.Possessiveness is not loveJealousy is not loveLust is not loveFear is not loveKeeping people all to yourself is not loveExpecting something from someone is not loveReal love is unconditional. All other “forms” of love are not really love. Most parents and kids don’t love each other, most

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no, nothing about music here. let me give a few hints, back in the 60s and 70s, when rock n roll was the sensational hit, what do people normally do? again no, not the singing along part, aha, it is the twist! yes it's the dance i'm talking about. but hang on, hold your horses, what i am going to convey here is merely my thoughts. mine and only mine.TWIST, the definition1. to combine, as two or

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the pic reminds me of the three of us, yup, the topmost would be pian aka the hermit crab, the second one would be jimmy the turtle lover, so duh, he gets to be one and me the snail. wait a snail?..haha, cant help it, the only one left so there, i get to be the snail yet the fast moving snail.awrite awrite enough of shelled tales.THE PLANtoday, my two good buddies, pian and jimmy drove all the

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well it is pretty weird on how some people actually go on an invisible mode when they're online.its beats me, why would anyone keep an unwanted contact in their list?imbecilic ain't it?well, the game has finally beguni'm on the count now,10..9..8..7.............

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presumptions are never correct, yeap mark my words. why did i say so?cause i had the most awesome weekend ever!well, at first i hesitated, only those i am close to knows how much i moaned and groaned on going for the team building camp in Selesa Resort, Bukit Tinggi, Pahang.but,it was amazing! the lecturers, fellow staffs, my MBA students are one crazy bunch of clowns.haha. yes they are indeed.

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i just don't get why i don't seem to be able to change my blogger skin. call me dumb call me stupid, i just don't two fcuks forit.all i need is a little advice. anyone?

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i am currently attempting to seek clarification with my inner thoughts. why, simply because i can't seem to choose between my heart and my mind. human aren't human if we do not perform mistakes in life. in fact, mistakes makes us perfect. how ever, i am so prone to make mistake but i don't gain perfection out of it. it beats me as i have encountered many mates to actually be a better person after

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yes, trouble in paradise for sure. imagine moving in a speed of light and tripping over a tiny twig.*crash booom bang*..and..*ouch ouch ouch*...sighs. gosh even the tiniest ever ant is not be trusted as they mite just end up stinging u leaving the most annoying itch ever!.what else when it comes to human especially women! ahh im sick of defending my own kind. sick n tired of pretentious acts and

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opps i totally forgot to wish every blog readers n authors n every one else a very matured n wisdomful new year ahead!

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have u ever for once wondered how the hell u fell in love with that one particular person?have u ever figured out how u came to know u are actually in love?how sure are u that what u have for him/her is love n not lust? pretty confusing huh?well, i just happened to be a normal human being like every one else n i never knew how i found out i was in love before!so happens that this morning i

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not only for preggers but also for all women...yea, i bet ALMOST every woman will wake up either hating a man or hating the world or hating themselves..haha...thats the fact...some will wake not thinking of basically anything, pretty weird but yeah there are some, n we call them the lifeless souls..haha..what do i think of firstly when i wake up in the morning?....lotz, as mentioned above, hating

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A woman meets a man in a bar. They talk. They connect. They end up leaving together. They get back to his place and as he shows her around his apartment she notices that one wall of his bedroom is completely filled with soft, sweet, cuddly teddy bears.There are three shelves in the bedroom, filled with teddy bears carefully placed in rows, covering the entire wall. She is immediately touched by

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With all my heartI can still remember the daysI've been hurt so many timesA hopeless world of broken promisesSo much suffering and the pain still remainsKnowing what I like and I've taken the riskSo confused and I don't know how to deal with itFor I know it feels the same, so does the hurt..Why trust and love seem fading in our world?Does good deed now seek an audience?Like charity waits for

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i miss the sea..i miss the ocean...haha what difference does that make?nevermind..i miss my sea buddies...i miss my ocean brothers..what am i doing here in the office?staring at the pc for like 8 - 9 hours..blankly, reminiscing the past...worrying about my future....illustrating my life here on this page....what am i doing?why am i wasting my precious piece of life given to me like this??all this

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i dont need them...they're all around me!i act like one too sometimes..where do they get all those crap from?..beats me...i dont need them...may people are worshiping them..guess they're becoming one too!no no...i dont need them...its alright..i dont mind living without them...i dont need them...made up my mind..i dont need them!

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its not my biological head im talking bout people...head as in my damn dumbfucked boss..dear god, that freak is driving me nuts!!!...im leaving, yes to another department, so the guy is flashing his real colours to me...damn him!!a new gurl came in(duh...my replacement larr)...she studied in UNSW (ooooooo....), so our fren got all worked up n started pampering her..he even escorted her to the

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who the hell said silence is golden??..seriously gonna whack the clown to came up with such a quote!u mean u like being quiet or some one being quiet to you?..that's crazy talk man!for a very talkative person like me, silence is somethg i protest strongly...well, who the hell can live his/her life not talking at all...err maybe there are a few of u out there but hey, give yourselves a break,

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HELOOOO PEOPLE!yea yea i know some of u will go like 'what the hell happened to your previous blog gurl?!'well, deleted it!..haha...to much of emotional crap over there AND hehe, i have forgotten my ID...damn heck im back..n yes i need to scratch down my sorrows, despairs and not forgetting my wild experiences n joyous moments down!..for these part two years (i think so) many many incidenta

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