Category: I Ramble
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In the name of Allah, the All-Compassionate, the All-Merciful. Holla, y’all! It is February already! January has been tiring for the worker in me. Yesterday was quite nice at the workplace with a few children. The best part is they are well-behaved! It was glorious, I tell you! Anyway, yes, I am finally making an…
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In the name of Allah, the All-Compassionate, the All-Merciful. I’m very late to the party but late is always better than never. I’m talking about my current earworm, Made of Stone by Evanescence. At first glance of the lyrics, it made me think of Amy Lee and Ben Moody and the whole hullabaloo about their…
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In the name of Allah, the All-Compassionate, the All-Merciful. Well, after having some time off from work has allowed me to not only think of things but also plan things. I am embarking on a secret project…so secretive that even le boyfriend has no idea what it is about but okay, I will give just…
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In the name of Allah, the All-Compassionate, the All-Merciful. Oh, I just wanted to make sure that you all understand that I’m not like super emo or depressed or anything. Yes, I had been quite emotional in the previous post but I’m actually feeling okay now. And it wasn’t like the whole day was a…
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In the name of Allah, the All-Compassionate, the All-Merciful. I’m watching a Malay horror movie about Nasi Kangkang with the family. And oh, my God. The spooks. I am just so very glad that I have found a husband-to-be who is as clean as me in that spiritual sense whereby we have no knowledge about…
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In the name of Allah, the All-Compassionate, the All-Merciful. I’m at the polyclinic now, waiting for my turn to see the receptionist. My number is 7526 and the queue number is currently at 7496. Fret not. The queue moves pretty quickly here. The reason why I’m here is because of a dreadful cold I’m having.…
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In the name of Allah, the All-Compassionate, the All-Merciful. There were men who called me femme fatale. Then there was le boyfriend who called me that too. Nothing wrong by le boyfriend. Rather, it got me reflecting on it and thinking back about my past. Am I such a dangerous female? I find it slightly…
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