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Revival of Rotidua | Repository of Rants
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Riddling Reasons and Wretched Writings. Asymp; 2 Comments. Nothing comes to mind except this:. Pak Pandir entered a competition only to find out at the end that he lost. He walked out, fuming mad screaming “Siapa Ahmad Maslan ni? Larr; Previous post. Next post →. Thoughts on “Revival of Rotidua”. May 6, 2015 at 5:58 am. Haha And welcome back! May 6, 2015 at 7:05 am. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public).
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Ideally | Repository of Rants
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Riddling Reasons and Wretched Writings. Asymp; Leave a comment. I like it when…. There are no dirty dishes in the sink. All plates and cutleries are at their designated home. The floors are squeaky clean.and that smell of freshly mopped floor. The floors are free from fine particles like dust, strands of hair or paper rockets. The laundry has been folded neatly ready to be transported into owner’s wardrobe. The family gobble down whatever i cook for them…apa sahaja. The bathrooms are scrubbed. Kelengkapa...
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Life as a SAHM | Repository of Rants
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Riddling Reasons and Wretched Writings. Life as a SAHM. Asymp; 3 Comments. It has been a month since the hijrah. Some mornings, ridden with guilt I watch Firhad off to work. Seeing him knackered on the couch on Sundays (because that’s his only off day) makes me wanna advertise myself back again. May Allah accept Firhad’s work as ibadah, may he be in taqwa and may he be rewarded in this world and hereafter. Only, Tini is still around. More to come, Insya Allah. Larr; Previous post. Next post →. You are co...
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deep intellectual philosophical ramblings: let the sky rain potatoes
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Deep intellectual philosophical ramblings. Best before July 2007. Tuesday, December 12, 2006. Let the sky rain potatoes. I wish i were six; when my biggest worry was whether Cornelia the teacher's daughter would throw my shoes up in the tree again. or whether i'd be able to get the chair with the arm-rests before she beat me to it. today my biggest worry is. oh where do i begin? Okay maybe not so much the last one. God i hate being an adult. Posted by nu. at 10:11 pm. Sun Dec 24, 03:28:00 am.
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deep intellectual philosophical ramblings: September 2005
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Deep intellectual philosophical ramblings. Best before July 2007. Tuesday, September 27, 2005. A letter to the Velcro Federation (part ii). Or maybe the drugs have just kicked in. Anyways. yesterday i did some shopping and guess what. i've decided to take up oil painting! I bought an easel, and some canvas, and paints, and brushes, and a water-mixable-fast-drying mixer thingy, and even a palette knife! Photos soon, promise! I'm high, you guys. high on lots of early-morning caffeine from my bitterly s...
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welcome to my life
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Welcome to my life. Thursday, December 22, 2005. Im perfectly healthy now. No more worries. I get back my time. I don't need pills or any help now. Vacation is a therapy for me. To gain back my energy and soul. Im FRESH, ENERGETIC and I feel ALIVE. Posted by nurshahaneem at 4:39 AM. Tanah merah, kelantan, Malaysia. Get to know me.then u know me. View my complete profile. WHAT WOULD YOU DO TO RELEASE YOUR TENSION? Wira Mimie Baby Ateh Jefry Macho. S to the E to the V to the E to the N!
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welcome to my life: June 2005
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Welcome to my life. Thursday, June 09, 2005. Kata-kata tapi bukan mengata. KAWAN tu ibarat lebah,. Habis madu sepah dibuang. KAWAN tu umpama bunga ros,. Dipandang cantik dipegang sakit. KAWAN tu seperti air. KAWAN tu bak bulan. Dipuja dan disanjung tp nun jauh di sana. Kawan tu mcm makanan,. KAWAN tu seperti lembu. Mengikut saje ape dikata. KAWAN tu tak ubah macam durian. Bau je busuk tp sedap dimakan. KAWAN tu macam biskut. Sekejap ade sekejap takde. Ada macam-macam jenis kawan. Monday, June 06, 2005.
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welcome to my life: August 2005
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Welcome to my life. Friday, August 05, 2005. Have u ever heard about my new OLD MAID? Nope I dont think so. Well, SHE supposedly take over our previous maid's job. She should do all the household chores in this villa. Unfortunately she is the truly lazy ass MAID. Brief description about her:. 1 She's old. 4o's. Wut I should call her? Kakak or mak cik? 2 She's lazy. Not that hardworking maid from Indon. Kene suruh baru nak buat! 4 She cant be intsructed to do this and this and this. Go to hell la! Good by...
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welcome to my life: Dedicated to you.
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Welcome to my life. Friday, January 13, 2006. To divide one's life by years is of course to tumble into a trap set by our own arithmetic. The calendar consents to carry on its dull wall-existence by the arbitrary timetables we have drawn up in consultation with those permanent commuters, Earth and Sun. But we, unlike trees, need grow no annual rings. HAPPY 2XTH BIRTHDAY MY DEAR ROOMIE. Posted by nurshahaneem at 9:41 AM. Tanah merah, kelantan, Malaysia. Get to know me.then u know me. Can somebody help me?
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deep intellectual philosophical ramblings: shoulders hunched, collars up
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Deep intellectual philosophical ramblings. Best before July 2007. Friday, February 02, 2007. Shoulders hunched, collars up. I have spent most of January thinking about most of 2006. the worst event of last year was my grandmother's death, and also the fact that i couldn't be home with her when she was dying, or for her funeral. i sometimes find myself thinking about her as if she were still alive - and then catching myself when i remember that she's gone. What if the directors don't like what i wear?
