tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24827162083269546312024-03-13T17:09:19.516+08:00Life, usually.the world through my perspective.Mohd Syafiqhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14430684345620857470noreply@blogger.comBlogger152125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2482716208326954631.post-2747343642461085732015-07-10T15:13:00.001+08:002015-07-10T15:13:49.963+08:00empty. 7 months without any entries. Is that a good thing or a bad thing I don't even know. So what's up? My laptop's charger has been dysfunctional since early May and I don't have enough cash to repair it. I haven't even told my dad about it cause I'm pretty sure he'll piss off and blame me for not being responsible enough about it. Currently having my 3 months semester break and as usual nothing fascinating happened. I have only been burning daylight, watched every channel that exists on tv, drove my family here and there, gone groceries shopping, and endlessly hang out with Rahman. <div>
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I wanted to blog so badly but every time I opened this new-post page, I instantly get no picture of what I'm going to write. Thought of movie reviews, but then I haven't even watched the latest movie in the cinema! Fashion reviews? Too difficult for me to describe about the linens and whatsoever.(plus I don't really have that many outfits in my wardrobe.) Daily activities? Too public. Eventually I end up closing this tab and continue watching music videos on YouTube. Pretty lifeless isn't it? If I can show you how many drafts that I have, you'd be really surprised because I have more drafts than my actual blog posts! </div>
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Btw, I just read my friend's blog post about 'pursuing your passion' and for a moment, I kinda feel like I found a new thing to do instead of watching the clouds moving or wasting time on people who doesn't get me. Perhaps this time I'm really gonna venture myself into the arts of photography. And who knows I'll be featured in the VSCO app thingy? It's okay to dream big right? </div>
<div class="blogger-post-footer">Told by</div>Mohd Syafiqhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14430684345620857470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2482716208326954631.post-53010797449096634952014-12-28T21:00:00.000+08:002014-12-28T21:00:37.926+08:00recovery. Hello again everybody.<br />
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Life has been very stressful nowadays because there's just too much to be handled. Feelings, studies, final exam, homesickness, financial problems and ugh you name it I kinda have all kinds of problems. I've never been as stressful as this in my entire 19 years of living, until the extent that I feel like all of this is just too much. So I just gotta find a solution to untangle every emotions, confusions, and unanswered questions in my whole existence.<br />
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At first, I tried ignoring all the problems that I'm facing and focus on what my true purpose of coming to college is. It didn't work out but I'm pretty sure it was worth a try though. Then I decided to take things more seriously and be slightly uptight to myself like for example, if I don't cure my procrastinating syndrome, will I ever get anything done on time or not? Frankly, it kinda worked for me but it lasted only for a few hours before I found myself lying on the floor beneath the ceiling fan trying to cool off the heat I had inside of me.<br />
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So one day while I was busy scrolling through twitter, I saw something that really make sense and catches my attention. I finally came to a conclusion; "pick yourself up and face the reality". Goddamit, for a second I thought that I was the most clever human being in the world. I mean like nothing makes more sense than the quote. Instead of letting myself lie on the ground to decay slowly, why don't I stand up and kick this crazy nuisance out of my life? That would be like the best thing to do to an 'almost-murderer' right? Hahahaha.<br />
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It has been 3 days already since I last wrap myself in my blanket and drain tears from my eyes. Obviously this method of holding on to a quote somehow is extremely helpful. Therefore, I officially denounce myself in a recovery phase.<br />
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goodnight earthlings. xoxo<div class="blogger-post-footer">Told by</div>Mohd Syafiqhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14430684345620857470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2482716208326954631.post-75271161041165253642014-12-23T21:57:00.001+08:002014-12-23T21:57:06.154+08:00clinomaniaHello people.<br />
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today is my 2nd day of my so called study week which frankly I haven't done any revisions at all. life's been tougher nowadays with the upcoming final exam, unexpected pubertal mood swings, heart breaks and most of all, the sucky feeling of 'homesick'. ugh I really dont know why is it always towards the end of the semester that I started to get all these problems. I need someone or something to help me get out of this mess and to help me to get this pain off my chest.<br />
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my original plan for today was to study and revise at least one out of 8 subjects but I am just too lazy to read literally anything. I just wanna be comforted by my dearly blanket, good internet connection and a nice cup of hot coffee (gosh how I miss hanging out in Starbucks with my good friends in KK).<br />
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lately I always have the need and ultimate desire to stay in bed. even though I don't feel like sleeping or whatever, I solely fancy to be on my bed, under my blanket all the time if I can. maybe I have this clinomania thingy going on. jeez. okay so it is starting to drizzle as we speak, I guess I'm going to go wrap myself like a burrito using my fluffy bedspread and drown into a deep sleep.<br />
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goodnight earthlings.<div class="blogger-post-footer">Told by</div>Mohd Syafiqhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14430684345620857470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2482716208326954631.post-86009392747362551532014-12-23T17:54:00.000+08:002014-12-23T17:54:08.280+08:00pretty clueless. Ever since the day I told you that I have a crush on you, I was expecting something from you. I wished that you would at least never do anything that would hurt my feelings when I see you with him. But maybe it is still partially my fault because I pretended that I was 'fine' whenever you hold him in your arms by the waist. Then you cuddled him so passionately that you seem like you're already lost inside your own fantasy that you kept on dreaming of all these while. You were so drunk in love with him that I can't do anything anymore to have your attention back.<br />
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I really thought you'd understand my situation and the condition that I'm living with in my everyday life. Unfortunately enough, I was wrong to the core. You don't understand a thing about the pain that I'm facing. Although you always tell me that you are worried about me, about how my feelings can change everything, I still am not certain that you really comprehend of those words you said to me. I mean like, come on, if you know what you're talking about I don't think you would act this way. You wouldn't tell me updates about your relationship with him. You wouldn't tell me how he makes you happy and how he makes your world go upside down. You really should not tell me things like that if you actually care about my feelings. Time after time, your words and actions gradually brought me to the extent that I cannot bear seeing you with someone else.<br />
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Do you still remember that time when I told you that I need to keep some distance between us but you asked me not to distance myself away from you because you wouldn't like the change that would happen? Yeah I obeyed you but look at what it did to me? I get hurt more and more every single day, to the point that I'll have to cry hard in order for me to drown in my sleep. I bet you didn't realize of how swollen my eyes are nowadays because you're too busy being in love with him.<br />
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At the same time, whenever our skins touch I still feel the same sentimen that we had when you were still under my halo. And when our eyes meet, it somehow made me believe like it was our first time setting eyes on each other. You always give me this weird kind of bloodrush whenever we're together, alone. Your face is fucking perfect and your facial bone is beyond imaginary. Let's not forget about your absolutely beautiful hair which always got me wondering and daydreaming whenever I look at you. Simply put, you are one hell of God's creation and I cannot stop admiring you from time to time.<br />
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Now, I feel pretty clueless because I don't know whether I should be angry at you or should I just let you be or should I just do both and go on with being hurt all the time. One thing for sure, you are my one and only eye candy.<div class="blogger-post-footer">Told by</div>Mohd Syafiqhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14430684345620857470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2482716208326954631.post-32406636049993193412014-09-18T02:33:00.000+08:002014-09-18T02:33:18.138+08:00can't find the words to tell. I know we've only known each other for about 3 weeks by now but like every love story goes, since the first time we made eye contact, I started to feel this huge crush towards you. It felt like the world around me stopped revolving for a while and the one and only person that I could focus on is you. Yeah I know this sounds obviously ironic like in any romantic movies or books that I'm pretty much sure we've all had read. But I don't really care because I can't find the right and original words to tell you about how I felt. I just hope that we'll always be in touch through thick and thin and yeah whatever it takes for me to get you into my "love zone".<br />
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Goodnight.<div class="blogger-post-footer">Told by</div>Mohd Syafiqhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14430684345620857470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2482716208326954631.post-64324112271705824862014-06-09T00:52:00.001+08:002014-06-09T00:52:49.006+08:00unhappyanother 2 more weeks to go before my technical training takes place. these hours and seconds left really needed to be spent wisely. balancing between family and friends is definitely ain't easy. for sometimes I prefer to be with my friends rather than with my family and vice versa. <div>
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I'm really sad for the fact that I may not be going back to Sabah during this upcoming Hari Raya celebration because of the expensive and all time hiking flight ticket price. It kills me slowly everyday for I can't imagine how will I stand not celebrating Hari Raya with my loved ones. and perhaps I should avoid scrolling through my instagram feeds because I'm pretty sure that people will upload pictures of them enjoying their Hari Raya celebration next to their loved ones and I'm also really sure that I'll get jealous. </div>
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I've seen too many movies that at some point in my life, I pretend like I'm in a movie. Not in those happy movies, but more to the sad ones. Usually in movies, they made it somehow a whole lot easier to find love and to keep love until eternity. I mean like two strangers bumped into each other and coffee spilled on both of them. Then both of them got really mad because at the same time they were late for work. After a few minutes in the movie, voila, they fell in love! From being mad towards each other, they suddenly got rid of the anger and fell in love with one another! And the next thing you know, they decided to get married! Don't you see it yet? How easy it is to find love in movies? </div>
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However, if you wake up and open your eyes and come back to reality, it is NEVER THAT EASY! You get to go through loads kinds of problems and obstacles and dilemmas and complications and misunderstandings and many more to come! Can't you see that it ain't always the same as it is in the theaters? Hahh. That's why I kinda regret of watching too many movies and to believe in everything that I watch. At the end of the day, all of it were just lies and dishonesty. It's definitely hard to find love and to help it to remain as long as possible. I don't wanna talk more of this because this will just be my next never ending rants. </div>
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I can't really remember when was the last time I go out to enjoy the night breeze, seeing the city lights, listen to good music, meeting good friends, hearing good stories, and most of all breathing in flavorful shisha. What I can recall is the feeling that comes along with the experience.<br />
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Being a semi-adult is one of the life-stages that is not easy to be dealt with. There are college pressure, relationship pressure, parents pressure, peer pressure, and life pressure. Yes, everything is about the never ending pressure. But what deviates all of us from being the same boring person is the way we compromise with the pressures. For some people, they would rather hurt themselves, thinking that it would make their problems a bit lighter. While some other would rather do it the healthier way, which is to talk to someone about their complications. And then here comes the people whom mix all of the methods together. What I'm trying to say is that they do it both sick and healthy way. I see these people as the 'inventive ones'. Don't ask me why because even I don't understand why did I label them that way. </div>
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During my high school years, frankly enough I was the naive boy. I did everything good and left everything bad. Or in other words, I was stupid and immature. Then, a few months after I left high school, a bunch of my friends introduced me to some 'horrible' activities. They convinced me (well I was curious too) to try shisha. And that was my first night out with friends without any parental advisory. </div>
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At first I was kinda scared and anxious of how it would taste like and how it would affect my lungs. Plus, I think doing shisha is not a really healthy thing to do. But for the sake of my curiosity, I did it anyway. After my very first puff of shisha, I felt as if I was slowly floating into the air. Then right after a few sniffs, I started to feel so light and airy which made me sang songs that even I don't know it was in my repertoire. Hahaha but yeah all of my friends laughed hard at my lame reactions towards the gassy flavorful thingy. </div>
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I guess those are all for now. Oh and I've been keeping up to date to this new reality tv show from astro which is "The Band". It's actually a good show to be watched because you'll see the vast improvements of some of the contestants and it also includes 1 contestant from Indonesia and 1 contestant from Singapore which are still in the running of becoming the first Malaysian singing group to be exposed to the whole wide world (As far as I'm concerned of). Anyways, for more info on this show, you can log on to <a href="http://www.theband.com.my/">www.theband.com.my</a> . </div>
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And don't forget to check out my covers on Soundcloud as well, just type in 'syafiqabdullah' in the search box and my account shall appear immediately after that. Thanks for reading! </div>
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This one tip here is very popular among all tips that I've ever heard of because it really does give a good impact. Attend to music classes, find a job, start baking, start cooking, start farming I don't care what you're gonna do but as long as it will keep your hands off of your phone and your mind off of the thoughts of your ex. The point here is that you really should keep your mind focused on something else instead of remembering the dusty memories of you and your ex. Try it to believe it. </div>
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Well there you have it people, 4 tips on getting over your ex or your crush. Truth be unfolded, the only thing that's keeping you from getting over someone is yourself. You have to be stronger than you are now because in the end of the day nobody will help you unless you help yourself out. Enough playing with those memories and start focusing on something new that will assist you in getting over those feelings and affections and emotions that is no longer there to linger with you. Just remember to stay focused, stop reminiscing, stay positive and most of all believe in yourself that you can do it. </div>
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<div class="blogger-post-footer">Told by</div>Mohd Syafiqhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14430684345620857470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2482716208326954631.post-67144562147352618032014-04-03T01:19:00.000+08:002014-04-03T01:19:21.124+08:00pretty much cluelessI knew I didn't want to go back Sabah when I realized of how boring and dull it will be if I go back home. Basically, I will have to stay home alone and not having anyone to talk to. Most of my friends are still in college by the time get back home and that makes it even more boring because I won't have any purpose to go out. To make things a little bit more sadder, I don't have a driving license and a car. Yeah my life sucks and freaking boring I know it. <div>
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Being the first child ain't always like how you think it would turn out to be. I don't get treated like one, I don't get what I want, I don't get what others get and I don't enjoy my life as much as I enjoyed living with my friends. Living with your friends definitely feels way different than living with your family. It is as if you are free to do anything you'd like. Try living with your friends lah then you'll know how much more fun it is rather than to stay home with family. I'm NOT saying that I hate my family okay. It's just that they're not that outgoing. </div>
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<div class="blogger-post-footer">Told by</div>Mohd Syafiqhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14430684345620857470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2482716208326954631.post-46571736790365616952014-02-16T02:06:00.003+08:002014-02-16T02:06:49.333+08:00Gravity. I have tried my very best to not to have feelings for you since the day I realized that 'we' are never going to happen. I even stopped talking to you for a while but NOTHING seems to work! I don't know what you are or where you came from or how do you keep me falling for you every second of every day. But one thing for sure, you keep on making me falling hard for you, just like GRAVITY. <div>
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<div class="blogger-post-footer">Told by</div>Mohd Syafiqhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14430684345620857470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2482716208326954631.post-92174340586165398462013-12-07T21:45:00.001+08:002013-12-07T21:45:30.471+08:00My Backbones.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Since I got back into college 3 weeks ago, I've gotten lazier day by day and I, myself don't even like it. Imagine living only with your friends without your parents guidance and assistance, it takes time for you to get used to it. But if you're the type of guy who depends on your parents every day, then it should be really hard for you to get used to the situation. Well thankfully I ain't that type of kid and I can stand on my own without my parents' assistance 24/7. Yeah<br />
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This semester, the lecturers have already warned us that all of us should quit fooling around and start focusing on finishing our assignments before the deadline. At first, I got really motivated to the point that I did my homeworks, revisions and everything so perfectly on time. HOWEVER, it only lasted for A WEEK. I don't even know what has gotten into me at that time. As far as I could recall, most probably it was because of my 'homesick' disease that is gradually becoming strong as we speak. You see, when I get homesick, I tend to be a terrible lazy ass. For instance, if get too lazy, I would dare to skip my prep classes and skip any meals of the day. I know its bad but I just can't help but to just go with the flow.<br />
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Anyhow, I'm starting to notice that my life is getting messier and stressful as each day goes by without any warning. After doing some research on my self, it is all because of this thing called 'Procrastination'. If you don't know what is the meaning of Procrastination, let me give you the definition.<br />
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So basically this act of postponing and delaying is just something bad and an enormous time consumer. Same goes to my story, I've been delaying most of my works including the most important ones such as my final year project, paperworks, lab reports that is due a week after the experiment, my laundries, replying text messages and my bath time and also my workout sessions. Instead of doing those important stuffs, I sleep.<br />
This thing has seriously got a grip of my life and now I'm trying so hard to let it go. I'm supposed to be at class doing my works and stuffs but hey look at where I'm at now? In my room, leaning my back against the wall, eating cakes and drinking a can of chilled Milo.<br />
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Watching other people rushing to get their works done also got me annoyed sometimes. I mean like hey you have 24 hours a day and you can finish that work for only like an hour! Why burden yourself if you have plenty of time to be spent other than finishing your works? I'm not being a pessimist here but I'm thinking things like how they should be thought of so that I could avoid stress and other things. Just to say this but if you try to take things slow and procrastinate a bit, I'm sure you'll feel more alive and relaxed. BUT, don't ever procrastinate for more than 3 days because believe me, you'll start to get furious and stressed at the same time. You'll start blaming yourself for delaying things at the first place, and you'll end up staying up late every night until you submit your works. I've done this before and it's better if I share it with you guys right?<br />
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Well, I guess that's a bit about procrastination today because I'm off to do my works so that I won't get stressed up again for I know how bad it is. Thank you for reading, and may you have a great week ahead! Au Revoir!<div class="blogger-post-footer">Told by</div>Mohd Syafiqhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14430684345620857470noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2482716208326954631.post-41125839690390466732013-11-06T03:15:00.000+08:002013-11-06T03:15:47.588+08:00Satisfied.Hello people. :)<br />
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Last week I retrieved my result via the college's students portal and my result was pretty amazing since I've never been this 'clever' back in secondary school. Hahahaha. Hell yeah I was extremely nervous while waiting for the result to come out. It was more nerve wrecking than waiting for my SPM result earlier this year. Well I bet you people want to know what's my result right? Here you go,<br />
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Just in case you can't see clearly, my CGP is 3.89 and I was very shocked and excited and truly happy when I knew it. But I still can't believe that I managed to get as colorful as this result.<br />
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I just finished watching The Mortal Instruments right as we speak. I couldn't sleep so I decided to watch movies. So basically the movie pretty much caught my full attention and it really kept me awake throughout the entire 2 hours of screening. This movie is filled with romance and action and magic and that's what kept my eyes wide open. The genre suites me well as far as I could see. Same goes to the movies 'I Am Number Four' and 'Beastly'. These 2 are my most favorite movies ever since puberty. Hahahaha. I must've thought that these kinds of movies shows my level of maturity which is not that matured anyway. :p<br />
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In conclusion, Mortal Instruments was da bomb and my result was awesome! So happy and SATISFIED. I think that's all for today, I'm going to bed. Goodnight people! :D<div class="blogger-post-footer">Told by</div>Mohd Syafiqhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14430684345620857470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2482716208326954631.post-42493253530081070482013-10-20T04:06:00.000+08:002013-11-06T03:17:09.287+08:00LonelyHello people.<br />
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It has been weeks since I last posted any entries and it was all because of procrastination.<br />
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So it is now 3:53 am in the morning and I just woke up because of a bad dream. That bad dream left me wide awake and now I am unable to go back to sleep. While I'm wide awake, I've been thinking of how happy I would be if there's someone in my life who cares for me just like how my parents do. Instantly I speak to myself that I would be happier than I am in present. But sadly enough, I don't have anybody else who cares for me just like how my parents do. All I have is my parents.<br />
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It's not like I'm being ungrateful or what, but I somehow feel envy of few of my friends who can get someone to love them besides from their own parent. And this thought somehow left me feeling lonely. Yes. I am feeling lonely in the middle of the night. I bet those who has girlfriends/boyfriends can easily call their partners to calm them down at times like these. While you guys enjoy your sweet talks with your partners, here I am still feeling lonely and isolated.<br />
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I once feel so loved and cared by someone and it felt so good thoroughly. However, that was last time. Now, when I even tried to reach out to that person, I don't get any reply. It's like I'm forgotten and stoned. The fact that I miss the person who used to care and love me is really bugging me and sometimes I feel so aggravated just for the sake of this terrible fondness.<br />
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Until now, I am still feeling lonely and isolated and forgotten. I hope someday my luck will change and happiness will kick in to my life.<br />
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Goodnight. :)<div class="blogger-post-footer">Told by</div>Mohd Syafiqhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14430684345620857470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2482716208326954631.post-73043403668680601442013-07-05T04:03:00.002+08:002013-07-05T04:03:12.847+08:00I Don't Know. Maybe I Miss You. I don't know what did I do wrong. I don't know what actually happened. I don't know why did you suddenly neglected me. I don't know why in all of a sudden you went silent. I don't know why in all of a sudden you started to glare at me. I don't know what makes you unhappy. I don't know what will make you come back. I don't know when will we start talking. I don't know how will we survive. I don't know what will happen to us in the future. I don't know how to handle with this situation any longer. I DON'T KNOW. <div>
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Once, we were considered as a thing. Even though it was only for a short period of time but still, memories were made and feelings grew. I miss your jokes. I miss your smile. I miss your smell. I miss your voice. I miss you face. I miss your style. I miss your personality. I miss your thoughts. I miss sharing problems with you. I miss the times when we used to laugh together. I miss the time when we used to sit next to each other. I miss those moments when you made me smile. I miss the way of how you used to make me smile even when I'm mad. I miss the way you made my friends jealous of what we had. In other words, I miss everything about you and me. </div>
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Not talking to you isn't something to be proud of or something to feel happy for. It is something we call as neglect. It ain't easy for me to stop talking to you after all we've been through together. I tried to break down the walls of my egoistical creature. However nothing happened. It was such a waste of time and pride. I've tried to live without your humor and positivity and I failed. Nothing seemed to work when you're not around. Now I'm feeling down and helpless at the moment. Been trying to go to sleep without tears swelling and falling from my eyes. Yet again not any of my attempts worked out. </div>
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I just hope that we could relive those moments back in the golden days. I miss you so badly and I can't stand watching you talk to everyone else except me. I don't want to hate you. I never want to hate you. I just want things to be the way it was. I hope you're doing fine without me. Although at times I caught you staring at me secretly. But I don't dare to make any assumptions. I don't wanna get hurt. If you're reading this, I miss you. Thanks for the memories. All the best in your way. :) </div>
<div class="blogger-post-footer">Told by</div>Mohd Syafiqhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14430684345620857470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2482716208326954631.post-31201669866020530272013-06-17T01:06:00.001+08:002013-06-17T01:06:39.455+08:00Hello College. This one is going to be just a quick update about where I'm continuing my studies now and what's happening in my life currently. <div>
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Okay, now I'm currently continuing my studies in the foundation level here in Kolej MARA Kuala Nerang, Kedah. I'm taking foundation in science and technology or most likely known as foundation in engineering. It has been almost a month after I registered here. Good news, I'm not the only one from Sabah. There are a few of my friends of the same school. </div>
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I was kind of fascinated when I first got into this so called 'college life'. My first thought on college life is that we will never be attached with those shitty rules ever again, we can arrange our own timetable, pick our own roommates, and most of all, the eternal freedom. But I was wrong. </div>
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WE CAN'T ARRANGE OUR OWN TIMETABLE.</div>
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It is kind of stressful for me because I'm not the kind of person who loves following rules and regulations. And I'm not the kind of person who'd like their classes be arranged by someone. And I'm not the kind of person who can cope up easily with new environment and new friends. I need time and space. On top of everything, all I want is FREEDOM. Living with rules is just so like secondary school. I hate it. </div>
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<div class="blogger-post-footer">Told by</div>Mohd Syafiqhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14430684345620857470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2482716208326954631.post-68476579863755769432013-04-29T23:07:00.001+08:002013-04-29T23:07:08.603+08:00Having A Coke With You - Frank O'Hara I'm missing my friends. Among my friends, there is someone whom I have a crush on. So that makes it a combo. I miss my crush and my friends. Haha. I'm still spending my holidays at home hoping that some kind of miracle would happen and take me away to somewhere fun and memorable. It's killing me slowly to sit home and do nothing. Literally, nothing at all. So, last morning, Beastly was on HBO. Since there was nothing better to watch, I stayed on that channel. There was this one particular scene of the movie where both Kyle and Lindy was at the rooftop and they read 'Having A Coke With You' poem. Okay in my opinion, this scene is so romantic and so deep. This is my favorite scene throughout the entire movie. Here's the poem :<div>
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is even more fun than going to San Sebastian, Irún, Hendaye, Biarritz, Bayonne<br />or being sick to my stomach on the Travesera de Gracia in Barcelona<br />partly because in your orange shirt you look like a better happier St. Sebastian<br />partly because of my love for you, partly because of your love for yoghurt<br />partly because of the fluorescent orange tulips around the birches<br />partly because of the secrecy our smiles take on before people and statuary<br />it is hard to believe when I’m with you that there can be anything as still<br />as solemn as unpleasantly definitive as statuary when right in front of it<br />in the warm New York 4 o’clock light we are drifting back and forth<br />between each other like a tree breathing through its spectacles</div>
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and the portrait show seems to have no faces in it at all, just paint<br />you suddenly wonder why in the world anyone ever did them</div>
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I look<br />at you and I would rather look at you than all the portraits in the world<br />except possibly for the Polish Rider occasionally and anyway it’s in the Frick<br />which thank heavens you haven’t gone to yet so we can go together the first time<br />and the fact that you move so beautifully more or less takes care of Futurism<br />just as at home I never think of the Nude Descending a Staircase or<br />at a rehearsal a single drawing of Leonardo or Michelangelo that used to wow me<br />and what good does all the research of the Impressionists do them<br />when they never got the right person to stand near the tree when the sun sank<br />or for that matter Marino Marini when he didn’t pick the rider as carefully<br />as the horse</div>
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it seems they were all cheated of some marvelous experience<br />which is not going to go wasted on me which is why I am telling you about it</div>
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<div class="blogger-post-footer">Told by</div>Mohd Syafiqhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14430684345620857470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2482716208326954631.post-2200848172134379812013-03-22T23:46:00.002+08:002013-03-22T23:46:13.955+08:00Short Grief. Hello blog. I just got my SPM examination result yesterday and I didn't get straight A's. My result is pretty much one of the lowest in my school, and among my friends in real life. Until now I'm feeling a bit miserable because I didn't achieve my target which is to get above 6A's. But at least I got an A+ on my Mathematics and an A- for both Chemistry and Biology. I was shocked to know that I scored these subjects. Because when I was still studying in MRSM Kota Kinabalu, I have never got an A for Chemistry but as for Biology, I kind of expected it to be an A-. Above all, I am very proud and grateful to Allah the almighty for He has given me an average result without any C's and D's.<br />
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Now what I've got to do is try to get over with my result and smile ahead of everything. As the saying goes, <span style="color: #0b5394;">Every Cloud Has A Silver Lining</span>. This might not be the end, but this is certainly the start of something incredible. To those who excelled their SPM examination, I would like to congratulate you. As for those who did not excel their SPM examination, I wish you all the luck in the world in facing the roughs and toughs of life. One advice from me, don't give up easily. Who knows after this you'll beat the other kids who excelled their SPM examination? Only God knows what will happen.<br />
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I'm still sad now but I'm certain that I'll be okay after a few short grieving underneath my pillow. I think that's all for tonight, Goodnight. :)<br />
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<br /><div class="blogger-post-footer">Told by</div>Mohd Syafiqhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14430684345620857470noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2482716208326954631.post-85844027749296115942013-03-19T00:24:00.001+08:002013-03-19T00:31:48.675+08:00We Are Young. Hello blog. :)<br />
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Today I went out to some places with few of my best friends to release all the stress and pressure that has been accumulated in our beautiful body for quite a very long time. At first I was a bit worried about going out 2 days before the SPM examination result to be announced. I mean, who knows if the happiness I felt before I get my result would affect my result? Sorry for being to superstitious. Hahaha.<br />
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I woke up early this morning just because of this hangout thingy. But I didn't take my shower directly after I woke up. Instead, I made myself a simple breakfast. Which is an egg sandwich. You know, you fried an egg sunny side up on a frying pan and put it in between two slices of breads with some chili sauce and butter. That is what I call as the simple but PERFECT egg sandwich. Oh you can also garnish your sandwich with some lettuces if you want it to be healthy. :)<br />
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Back to the story. After I finished my simple breakfast, I went upstairs and played the guitar just to waste some moments because it was only 8:40 a.m. and I needed to go out at 9:40 a.m. That's a 1 hour gap! Hahaha. To make this story short, I ended up being ready at 9:50 a.m. and I was a bit guilty when Hafiz told me that he was already at Wawasan Plaza waiting for me and the others. I rushed through the stairs and ran through the doors. As time goes by, I was already on the bus making my way to the city.<br />
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It was a big relief when I saw Hafiz sitting on the mini stairs on the entrance. After a short conversation between both of us, we went into the mall and waited for the others to arrive. While waiting, Hafiz bought a new pair of Fippers slipper and changed his shoes immediately. I guess he was not feeling comfortable wearing his shoes. It was already 10:30 a.m. and neither Ashraf nor Audrey has arrived yet. Hafiz was a bit pissed off because all of us promised to meet there exactly at 10:00 a.m. but I was the only one who arrived right on time. *gave my self a tap on the back*<br />
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Ashraf made it earlier than Audrey did. Ashraf was sent by his friend while Audrey took the hot and stuffy bus. When all 4 of us were there, Ashraf changed the plan a bit because he decide to take a cab instead of the hot and stuffy bus. I was kind of surprised because I have never took a cab around the city. And I was more surprised when Ashraf paid the taxi fare all by his own money. I really thought that we were going to share our money and pay it together but obviously I was wrong.<br />
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As we arrived at the beach, which was our first destination of happiness, we got out of the taxi and headed straight to the public washroom to change. Well only Hafiz and Ashraf changed their pants. I didn't bring any. Same goes to Audrey. Then we chose a perfect spot to sit and rest. I was grateful because the weather turned out to be great. No rains but only clouds and the sun. Too bad I didn't bring my extra shorts because if I did bring, I could sit on the sand and make things out of it. But never mind. After we settled down for some times, Ashraf and Audrey went to the nearest stall to buy some drinks while Hafiz and I stayed under the roof. It wasn't long before I started to fiddled with my camera and took some pictrures.<br />
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After a few snapshots, Ashraf and Audrey came back from the stall. They also wanted to take pictures and join in the fun. Oh note that Ashraf is wearing the blue shirt while Audrey is the one who is wearing the red shirt.<br />
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Those were the only pictures I can upload to you because most of the pictures at the beach is not that good for public viewers. Hahaha.<br />
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It was almost 1:00 p.m. when we took off from the beach to go to our next destination. And again, Ashraf paid the taxi fare. Thanks so much Ashraf! This time I sat next to the driver seat so I didn't get the chance to talk crap with the others at the passengers seat. But never mind. So our next destination for happiness was at OneBorneo Hypermall! Frankly I was so excited because it has been a very long time since I got into this large shopping mall. I think the last time I went here was during the Education Carnival last month. As soon as we got into the mall, things were kind of blurry because all of us haven't decide on what to do. I suggested that we try the archery which is located at the same floor as the 1Fitness Gym. If I'm not mistaken, the 3rd floor? Oh and again, Ashraf paid the expenses. Thanks a LOT Ashraf! Just so you readers know, that was my first time playing with bows and arrows. It was not that fun though. I don't know why. But I feel like I'm the Robin Hood or Katniss Aberdeen. Hahaha. Here are some pictures.<br />
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Again, I felt guilty to Hafiz because I didn't take a picture of him with his bow. Sorry Hafiz.<br />
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After we've build up our accuracy and strength, we went to the next activity. Bowling! At first all of us were so interested and excited about bowling. After all, it has been quite a long time since we last played bowling. We got to the bowling station and asked about the price per game. I was madly shocked because it costs only RM5.50 per game! That is a ton of difference between the bowling station at OneBorneo and Centerpoint which costs RM7.00 per game!. BUT, the condition of the bowling alley was extremely disappointing. The bowling balls? They were ugly. We even had to change to a different lane because of the BAD condition of the bowling alley. It was pretty funny. Hahaha. Ashraf won the whole game and Audrey came in 2nd place while Hafiz came in 3rd. I LOST. But, whatever. I didn't get the chance to snap any pictures because I was crazily infatuated with the bowling balls. Hahaha. Just kidding. And still, Ashraf paid the bills of the bowling fees. Thanks very much Ashraf!<br />
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Obviously, all of us got tired because of the activities we did. So Ashraf decided to have our lunch. Still, we were stuck in the middle of the walkway because we didn't know where and what to eat. There were so many choices to be made. For that, we chose to eat KFC. It's affordable, tasty and finger lickin' good! Pictures are as follows :<br />
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Clearly, we enjoyed every bits of the fried chicken. But listening to Ashraf's life stories as a chef was more interesting. I can't tell you anything because all of his stories are considered as a top secret. Oh, my friend Azizzami Raidin did call Hafiz while Ashraf was busy telling stories. However I didn't talk to him. In fact, I didn't want to talk to him. Because I want to listen to his stories lively in front of him with my own bare ears. Just so you know, Ashraf paid the expenses again. I couldn't thank you more Ashraf!<br />
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The clock struck 4:00 p.m. and it was time to say goodbye to OneBorneo Hypermall. Audrey needed to be at home before 6:00 p.m. or else he will be grounded. Well, he is still 16 years old and under the supervision of his parents. We nearly took the bus but Ashraf didn't want to feel stuffy and all so we took the taxi again. The fare was also paid by Ashraf. I love you bro!<br />
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We arrived at Centrepoint KK nearly 5:30 p.m. As I've mentioned earlier, Audrey needed to be at home before 6:00 p.m. so we escorted him to the exit and said our farewells. Our farewells wasn't short. It took us almost half an hour just to say farewell to him. The moment Audrey left was saddening. But we got over the feeling just when Ashraf decided to survey for cellphones. There were lots of choices to be made by Ashraf but after we drank Yoyo's Milky Tea and walked around the mall for some moments, he finally made his bold choice. He decided to buy BlackBerry Bold 9780 if I'm not mistaken. Hahaha correct me if I'm wrong Ashraf. (If he does read this.)<br />
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Suddenly I got a phone call from my mom saying that she wanted me to get home as soon as possible. I was so shocked and I panicked. But in the end my mom wasn't that mad. She just wanted me to be careful at all times. This is ALL BECAUSE OF THE SULU STANDOFF IN LAHAD DATU. CURSE YOU SULU. Exactly at 7:00 p.m. all of us walked to the exit. I almost took the bus but since I was terrified of PILAKS and SULU, I decided to take a cab instead. Well, all 3 of us actually took the cab. Hahaha. Just as I was about to take out my wallet, Ashraf abruptly lend RM50 to the taxi driver. Man, I was shocked as hell. He paid everything! I was speechless.<br />
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The time was ticking and I needed to get home as soon as possible. All of us got into our respected cabs. I was in the same taxi as Hafiz since we're on the same way. Ashraf had to be alone because of the opposite direction that we were to head. Thankfully ALL 4 of us safely arrived at our own house.<br />
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Today was such an amazing day for all 4 of us. There's nothing better than a good friendship that has been reunited. After all, what friends are for if they don't make you happy and do crazy stuffs? Life would be lonely if friends do not exist.<br />
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I think that's all for today's post. I'm tired and I need some sleep. Goodnight. I leave you with a song by Fun. It's perfect for this post. Until next time, goodbye readers. :)<br />
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<div class="blogger-post-footer">Told by</div>Mohd Syafiqhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14430684345620857470noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2482716208326954631.post-9824598152308598562013-03-17T01:19:00.000+08:002013-03-17T01:33:47.763+08:00Before the storm. Hello again blog. I'm kinda sleepy but I seriously need to write about this.<br />
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Dear <strike><span style="color: red;">Crush</span></strike>,<br />
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You may not know about my feelings towards you. After all, it would no longer be a crush if you knew about how I feel about you. All this while I've been very open to you just because I want to get closer to you. We shared a lot of things. Countless things to be exact. And it is surprisingly hard for me to back off and just forget about what had happened. Frankly I did think of forever and always but I'd knew that all of these are just temporary. In fact everything is temporary. Nothing lasts forever. Even human does not lasts forever. Someday all of these will be gone and vanished into thin air.<br />
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The time has finally come for me to realize that you'll go your own way after everything is no longer happening. I'll try to be okay without your love and affection. Just to tell you this, I am superbly thankful to the Almighty because He showed me the way to clear things out between me and you. All those moments spent with you I'll cherish until the day I've gone insane and perhaps senile? Haha. You are the best crush ever. You were always there when I needed you but I truly hate you when you are in your bad mood. You're kinda scary. HAHAHA. :3 <br />
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Before the storm comes, I think it is much better if I set you free. At least you'll not get caught up in the winds and hurt yourself. Just so you know, I appreciate everything you have done to make me smile or even go loco. You understood me like nobody else does. With that, I leave you with nothing but memories. Memories that I hope you and I will never forget. Thanks.<br />
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Here's a song from Miley Cyrus ft. Nick Jonas entitled Before The Storm. It suites well with our situation. Enjoy. </div>
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<br /><div class="blogger-post-footer">Told by</div>Mohd Syafiqhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14430684345620857470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2482716208326954631.post-18512802167764243062013-03-17T00:22:00.003+08:002013-03-17T00:22:32.466+08:00Anticipation.Hello blog. So here's the situation. SPM result is around the corner, I can seriously feel the pressure and it got me on my nerves. I'm not that sure of what and how to feel about it. Just for a sec, I was normal but for another sec, there I was lying on the cold hard ground. Ouh! Ouh! Ouh! Trouble! Trouble! Trouble!. Haha... I hate that song but I love Taylor Swift. :)<br />
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Back to the story, at this rightful moment, I don't feel anything about what's gonna happen with my result. I mean, I do want a good result regardless the fact that I don't always think about getting a good result. All I ever did was just go with the flow. When people starts talking about this upcoming result, there I go again with all the pressure and tension right by my side. I kinda think that my body reacts to the surroundings. haha.<br />
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I know most of you reader (do I have any? haha) would want to know about my SPM result. But all I can say to you is that, I will post about my result only if I pass with flying colors. If it turned out to be a bad thing, I'm sorry but my result will only be kept with me. Nobody will ever know except for my family and a few of my friends. Let's just hope that nothing bad will happen on the day I get my result. Just talking about this topic makes me nervous AGAIN! erghh.. I need to go to sleep. Goodnight.<br />
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<br /><div class="blogger-post-footer">Told by</div>Mohd Syafiqhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14430684345620857470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2482716208326954631.post-54608953532167662442013-03-12T23:54:00.001+08:002013-03-12T23:54:44.157+08:00What I've Been Listening To?Hello SEXY PEOPLES!<br />
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Today I would like to share with you about the most played back album on my iTunes. I know this might be a surprise, but frankly I've been listening to <span style="color: #cc0000;">Imagine Dragons</span>' album entitled <span style="color: #cc0000;">Night Vision</span>.<br />
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It happened last month while I was surfing across YouTube's ocean of videos and I came a across the Imagine Dragons' album playlist. Without much hesitation, I heard the full album and to my amazement, I managed to relate myself to their songs! Their full album suits with my kind of groove and it got me dancing to the beat.<br />
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The song that I love the most are It's Time, Demons, Hear Me, Underdog and Nothing Left To Say/ Rocks. They started to sing and produce albums since 2008 but I don't know why it is now that I realized the existence of their good music! Haha. But I bet most of you heard of their single It's Time. I mean, even Glee did an awesome cover of it! I think that's all for today. :) I'll leave you with It's time by Imagine Dragons and Glee version. Goodnight SEXY PEOPLES! :*<br />
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