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Until We Meet Again: September 2010

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Until We Meet Again. Living life one day at a time. Woman who cooks carrot and peas in the same pot is very unsanitary. I see", said the blind man, as he picked up the hammer and saw. I immediately put my pen down after a while of copying down everything from the slides in front. I looked around and saw a few nervous faces, or perhaps that was only my imagination, though I did hear someone trying to interpret the lines. I kept thinking and thinking, what could have possibly gone wrong? Sir said as he wen...

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Until We Meet Again: March 2010

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Until We Meet Again. Living life one day at a time. I'm on Tumblr now. It's really cool, it is, and if you aren't still using it by now, I suggest to take look, and perhaps then create one too :D. If you want to take a look at mine. Then be my guest. Okay, back to assignments. Finals too haaaa. Of the Place I Was Born and the Place I Was Raised. I know I shouldn't be talking like this all negative and emo-ish. Plus now I have someone to reprimand me whenever I'm acting up like this, haha. I used ...Yes, ...

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Until We Meet Again: October 2012

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Until We Meet Again. Living life one day at a time. He glanced at his watch, while squinting a bit towards the window to see the raindrops falling downwards the surface of the pane. For a moment, he thought of running towards the door, putting on the slippers of unknown origin and, and, and just dance in the rain? He shook his head, let out a sigh and duly dropped his body on the couch. You know, I really hate the rain.". Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Na na na na. Etonggg, or whatever you like.

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Until We Meet Again: August 2010

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Until We Meet Again. Living life one day at a time. You know what our parents would say about talking to strangers? About how we're not supposed to talk to strangers, in fear of stuff like kidnapping, infusing of political bullshit, using you as a jerk-off tools, as the case for the pedophiles, and many more negative reasons why. But sometimes, when you break the rules, you can get a lovely surprise you see. Omegle conversation log 2010-08-05. What brings you here? Like a lot of people around here. As th...

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Until We Meet Again: June 2013

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Until We Meet Again. Living life one day at a time. That's it. Nothing more here. Nothing else. I'm closing chapter here. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Na na na na. Etonggg, or whatever you like. View my complete profile. They who share my textbooks.

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Until We Meet Again: Goodbye

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Until We Meet Again. Living life one day at a time. That's it. Nothing more here. Nothing else. I'm closing chapter here. March 6, 2014 at 11:02 PM. Are u going to close ur blog? March 17, 2014 at 1:08 PM. Not really. Im just gonna let it be without any new post :). Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Na na na na. Etonggg, or whatever you like. View my complete profile. They who share my textbooks.

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Until We Meet Again: September 2012

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Until We Meet Again. Living life one day at a time. Eli the Barrow Boy - The Decemberists. Eli, the barrow boy. Of the old town. Sells coal and marigolds. And he cries out. All down the day. Corn cobs and candle wax for the buying. All down the day. Would I could afford to buy my love a fine robe. Made of gold and silk Arabian thread. She is dead and gone and lying in a pine grove. And I must push my barrow all the day. And I must push my barrow all the day. Eli, the barrow boy. When they found him.

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Until We Meet Again: November 2011

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Until We Meet Again. Living life one day at a time. Wordless Wednesday, eh? My sister Annies and her son Umar. I don't know why my sister won't have another child when Umar is already nearing 7 years old, but I know of better than asking, given how much my family like to keep secrets away from me. I think I know why, but it doesn't matter, as I just wish that they are happy, the both of them. Especially Umar, he's still young and innocent. Let Them Laugh, Let Them Frown. So I walk in the rain. Ps: People...

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Until We Meet Again: February 2010

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Until We Meet Again. Living life one day at a time. Love Me Because of Allah, and I'll Love You the Same. So you know, I've heard this story from around the neighbourhood, and it's a true story. It's just a simple story, but amazing nevertheless, and I feel like sharing a bit :). His wife died eventually, leaving him and their children alone in this world. He went on to live as a single father, taking good care of his children and never got remarried again. Alhamdulillah, and Barakatullah always to them.