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sottovoce

I love flowers.
I love spontaneity, and pleasant surprises.
I'm dainty and ambitious; really.
I nurse others.
There's more than meets the eye when it comes to me.


only me



N A D I A H
200788
ngee ann poly
school of health sciences
Children's Emergency, KKWCH

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reminders

- Dine at Tiffany Cafe & Restaurant at Furama
- Tree Top Walk at MacRitchie

my past

March 2005 April 2005 May 2005 June 2005 July 2005 August 2005 September 2005 October 2005 November 2005 December 2005 January 2006 February 2006 March 2006 April 2006 May 2006 June 2006 July 2006 August 2006 September 2006 October 2006 November 2006 December 2006 January 2007 February 2007 March 2007 April 2007 May 2007 June 2007 July 2007 August 2007 September 2007 October 2007 November 2007 December 2007 January 2008 February 2008 March 2008 April 2008 May 2008 June 2008 July 2008 August 2008 September 2008 October 2008 November 2008 December 2008 January 2009 February 2009 March 2009 April 2009 May 2009 November 2009 December 2009 January 2010 February 2010 March 2010 May 2010 June 2010 July 2010 December 2010

credits

Blogskin done by 16thday with image from Taringa .




Thursday, December 23, 2010

Update.

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Ku tetap memaafkan dan berdoa kau kembali
Sebelum diri melangkah pergi


I've been stupid. I fell for his charms once again, and once again I hoped for something good to come out of it. I'm back to reading "He's just not that into you" again. And I really think this is it. I'm sick of his disappearing acts in my life. I'm sick of falling prey to his charms. I'm sick of having my hope crushed every single time. I've had it. I think this time I'm really going to rid him from my life. Obviously he's just not that into me and if he think he can find someone better, so be it.

I deserve better too...

School has been fine. So many assignments and projects. I DO NOT WANT TO BE THE GROUP LEADER! I can't lead. I end up bearing the brunt of the work not because I hate group work or that I want all the credit, but because I don't know how or what to delegate for them to do. I worry that I would be asking too much from them and that I give them too much work.

Actually I came here to vent my strong feelings against children abuse. I was SO MAD to the point of tears when I heard or read about news of children abuse. But the song I'm playing on repeat has soothed my anger. I am still mad though when I think back of the stories. I hate the abuser so much to the extent that I go blind with rage. Literally. I couldn't see anything that I can remember when I get that angry. Hot tears would spring to my eyes though. Maybe that's the cause that everything got blur.

I'm really pissed. All the abusers should be caught and tortured and then sentenced to death no matter if the kid is still alive or not. Worst still if the kid dies because of the abuse. I really want to stress on the torture part. They're being let off too easily by being sentenced to death. I think they should get triple of what they'd done to the kids. But then again, God will do the works once the abusers die anyway.

In my own world,
6:30 PM