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Miss Marigold Body Beautiful

Miss Marigold Body Beau­ti­ful, sub­sidary title of Miss Tourism Inter­na­tion­al 2009 World.

Nuff­nang being one of the sil­ver spon­sors con­tact­ed me to join the event. Maybe because Robb thinks that I’m cute and I can take good pic­tures, but that is only him to know.

One of the road­shows that I was invit­ed to was held at Sun­way Pyra­mid Con­course area where 45 con­tes­tants. The whole event was spon­sored by Marigold HL milk.

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Writing

You have to believe me when I say this, but I have been busy as hell with uni’s assign­ment.

Wake up in the morn­ing, break­fast for my dear, and off we went spend­ing the whole day in the uni. Back home, the usu­al hang out togeth­er thing, din­ner and off to bed. I bare­ly had time to mas­tur­bate myself (not real­ly because I have my dear to help me out).

Gosh, I nev­er knew uni stuff is that much. I don’t need more time, just more ener­gy to put myself in front of the com­put­er and write some­thing.

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These Blues

Is this the New Year or just anoth­er night?
Is this the new fear or just anoth­er fright?
Is this the new tear or just anoth­er des­per­a­tion?

Is this the fin­ger or just anoth­er fist?
Is this the king­dom or just a hit n’ miss?
I miss direc­tion most in all this des­per­a­tion

Is this what they call free­dom?
Is this what you call pain?
Is this what they call dis­con­tent­ed fame?

It’ll be a day like this one
When the world caves in, when the world caves in

I’m singing this one like a bro­ken piece of glass
From bro­ken hearts and bro­ken noses in the back
Is this the New Year or just anoth­er des­per­a­tion?

You push until you’re shov­ing
You bend until you break
Do you stand on the bro­ken fields where our fathers lay?

It’ll be a day like this one
When the world caves in, when the world caves in

Is noth­ing here worth sav­ing?
Is no one here at all?
Is there any net left that could break our fall?

It’ll be a day like this one
When the sky falls down and the hun­gry
And poor and desert­ed are found

Are you dis­con­tent­ed?
Have you been push­ing hard?
Have you been throw­ing down this bro­ken house of cards?

Is there noth­ing left now? Noth­ing left to sing
Are there any left who haven’t kissed the ene­my?
Is this the New Year or just anoth­er des­per­a­tion?

Yeah, does jus­tice nev­er find you?
Do the wicked nev­er lose?
Is there any hon­est song to sing besides these blues?

And noth­ing is okay
Till the world caves in, until the world caves in.

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Thinking of the boy

I thought I would have for­got­ten him, but the inci­dent on a Sat­ur­day night in Kuala Lumpur just proves how much I still care about him, and how much I real­ly missed him.

It was that time when I was walk­ing in to the club, hop­ing to see some ran­dom cute boys that I stum­bled upon a famil­iar face.

It was him, the boy that I was cry­ing for for the past one and a half years, the boy that I had put my every­thing, the boy that I missed so much, that I still have his pic­tures on my com­put­er desk­top.

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