I'm Not Going To California

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Even though Christmas almost here, no humiliating woolen deer sweater needed. Temperatue was undeniably hot. Literally HOT. Living in tropical island has the chance for getting sun burnt highly - D'oh. and getting bored by only two seasons in year. You can get summer almost half year long congratulations for summer lovers. But hey, I can survive through all the weather complainment.
I'm on my Christmas holiday. It came when I started to enjoy school. Not part the so-called-effective learning class. But the folks there. I mean, holiday would feels a whole lot better when you have a plan. Plan for something to do. Unfortunately, I don't have one. No travels outside/inside country. Just stays in town. Extremely pointless.
To be honest I was not pissed off like I used to. I just have to find something entertaining through the days. Dude, I'm on it! .....
Sorry for the lack of posting, it still because the same old reason. Just doing some undeveloped repetition. Either because I'm just too busy brainstorming useless thoughts, or my fingers just too slow to type and I got bored before it done, or I've lost my vocabulary to create one match paragraphs. It's just strolling around there.
Days were absolutely fine these past times. Once I had a day out with my international class and it was hell of a fun day. Quoted from a friend of mine "Even don't have a time to opened twitter because we are so occupied"
Zombieland looked even more cool when we watched it with a bunch of friends.
And then Festival Kemang, an annual event, that almost every year I attend. The good part of this Festival was, when I got home I always have different stories every year. Last year this, and this year that. Couldn't pick the best, it's just thrilling.

..Now I need to be more creative to came up with various entry.
2010 almost here. Wow.

A piece by : Fiya Muiz
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Miserable At Best

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I don't like to go with the fact that I couldn't keep up to write blog every day.
Tonight most of the lamps were off, I am the only one who left awake in the room. Else were sleeping under the blanket, cuddling with their dreams. Me myself sitting in front of the pc, guarded by the city of angels movie.
I don't have the desire to sleep just yet.
Here's the story, I was lying on my long red couch, I took one from four pillow there. And I smelled something that build my passion to write even more.
I know I have something to write,
and it always refers to that in these past couple of days, it was burning like a bonfire. It got awfully defined when I could not express it to few words or sentences. Frustrates me.
but in the same time I know I could not write freely here cause there might several eyes read and spread. I'm not ready yet. The boundaries were always there. And that's what restrained me for keep flooding the post.
I could not write things that actually I'm dying to mentioned. To discuss.
My tummy hurts. My eyes were heavy. My thought about his scent was deliriously addictive.
I would to get rid of it, but I could not.
Right now it might lead somewhere I should not reach. Limits are there, exist.

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With All Due Respect,

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In every movie (specially romance -red) I always found some phrases that I could took home, those was my favorite piece in a movie. At the time when you could feel it through your vein and air suffocates you from breathing.

"Sparks? You're looking for sparks? If you're looking for sparks, it might intended to create fire, and then it might burned yourself. That's hurt. That's love"

Credits: Accidental Husband.

Pictures taken: @ Barcode, Nacil's birthday party. December 12th.

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Writers Teach Their Thoughts To Misbehave

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All the pressure for feeling all the feelings that could have existed giving me a certain rush. I probably require a decent meditation for healing my abstract mood. I wonder most of the time I write an entry would anybody struggling with words like I do? Oftenly I pressed backspace every time this line added more words and piled to sentences, I feel wrong. although there is no such boundaries that tied how my entry should be. But at the end when I feel right, it taste like you have won the latest war. Oddly enough I don't really like to write on a separate paragraph, it's just makes some gap between the line, even so it might best to be done for preventing any misdirection in reading but I don't like it but seems like I have to do it too. Okay, move to the next paragraph.
I have been sitting here almost all day doing pointless thing until I randomly found an interesting blog of someone I know. Some of her post, very intimidate me. The way she writes all the unfamiliar words kind of amazed me, somehow I already knew she loves to write. Deep down I feel like a challenge to beat her. No offense, but I like this kind of vibe that the blog gave me -- I have to write. I want to write.
Another new built paragraph: Day has entered twilight, where the sun was on its perfect round shape with strong orange color. I am still here, write non-sense post. All my thoughts were spread around the room. On my phone background image, where there was a figure stole my attention recent days, reminds me a lot to his scent mixture of burnt cigars that has been my favorite.
It was nothing. Seriously nothing. I was not ready to get involve deeper with him than just a simple praise in this paragraph. He should stay it. In this line.
And then the thought of my marks in school that was not quite astounding and it's getting me worried because I always expect astounded one. Or maybe something wrong with my expectation, Ah please spare me!
I had enough.



xx

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Tonight Is A Good Night.

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Not a single trip could top what I just had in the last five days. In spite of that, yes sure, there was few imaginations in mind what would this trip going to be. But as soon it happened, voila. Being in someone's else country with your friends it was hell a lot of fun. The part what's going on along the road was indescribably fun. To mention one by one could have just make me more hate the fact that it already ended. The whole madness going on when we were on the shopping center, a lot of jaw drop of amazement on every scenery at the universities we have visited, the screams and all the laugh on the hotel corridor, the loud hotel room accident, the sleepy bus paparazzi photos. Those was just remarkably wonderful. Countless.

Feeling so occupied these past five days, way beyond expectation, but that just how things work. Vacation made to be beautiful because you have reality awaits. That was the only sucks part on the board. So Singapore trip ended so fast. and Reality awaits

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