tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32614712012-02-16T17:27:38.490+08:00The facts expressed here belong to everybody, the opinions to me. The distinction is yours to draw...miss evilnoreply@blogger.comBlogger291100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3261471.post-21794185854455132942010-03-12T16:28:00.003+08:002010-03-12T16:50:23.596+08:00

I was just chatting with you on msn again awhile ago. The more i ask you rhetorical questions, the more i feel how different we both are. I don't like to be told what i cannot do. I don't like having to ask permission to do what i want with my own body. You did not even give me a valid reason why you objected so strongly against getting inked. All these controlling feeling you give out, is just

miss evilnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3261471.post-12311328958771016142010-03-11T21:04:00.001+08:002010-03-11T21:06:18.456+08:00

I can't really describe what I've been feeling lately. But I think this song more or less describes it...Issues by The SaturdaysOhhh YeahSometimesI Feel like I’m going out ofMy mind,Boy the way you do me is adamn crime,But then you smile at meand its all right,With you there aint nothin' in between,Every time that I walk out the door,Tell myself I can't take it no more,There’s a part of me won't

miss evilnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3261471.post-68994813314200005952010-02-18T14:39:00.003+08:002010-02-23T16:35:31.020+08:00

Three weeks ago, I broke up with The Boyfriend. We were 2 weeks away from making our mark of 3 whole years of being together. This time, it was nobody's fault. This time, it really is 'it's not you, it's me" kinda thing.

miss evilnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3261471.post-69347013427197426712010-02-12T00:25:00.000+08:002010-02-12T00:26:07.347+08:00

I have ignore this blog for way too long...

miss evilnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3261471.post-50328847974042335172007-08-23T19:01:00.000+08:002007-08-23T19:26:46.616+08:00

It's not as bad as it looks. Trust me. I didn't even feel it. Not the physical pain anyway.It wasn't an attempted suicide although it sure does looks like it. I was just trying to get a message across. Totally opposite of I-love-you-please-don't-leave-me-or-I'll-kill-myself situation. More like stay-out-of-my-life-I-can't-take-your-shit-anymore."Is it going to scar??" Obviously I wasn't thinking

miss evilnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3261471.post-9577959238575225322007-02-19T21:01:00.000+08:002007-08-23T19:32:38.768+08:00

We live in a world of worst case scenarios. We cut ourselves off from hoping from the best because too many times the best doesnt happen.but every now and then something extraodinary occurs.And suddenly, best case scenarios seem possibleand every now and then something amazing happen.

miss evilnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3261471.post-25567548053352366332007-02-19T20:47:00.000+08:002007-08-23T19:31:48.351+08:00

No one believes their lives turn out just kinda ok.We all think we're going to be great.And from the day we decide to be somebody, we are filled with expectationss.Expectations of the trail we will blazes, the people we will help, the difference we will makeGreat expectations of who we will be, where we will go,And then, we get there...We all think we're going to be great.And we feel a little bit

miss evilnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3261471.post-37439457929838373272007-02-19T15:07:00.000+08:002007-02-19T15:13:21.338+08:00

First, do no harm but harm happens.And the guilt happen and there's no manual on how to deal with that.Guilt never goes anywhere on its own.It brings its friends, doubt and insecurity.Do no harm. Easier said than done.The fact is most of us do harm all the time.Sometimes even when we're trying to help, we do more harm than good.And then the guilt rears its ugly head.What you do with the guilt is

miss evilnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3261471.post-90473551190628112642006-12-20T01:03:00.000+08:002006-12-22T20:12:19.539+08:00

The fantasy is simple.Pleasure is good.And twice the pleasure is better.That pain is bad.And no pain is better.Bu the reality is different.The reality is that pain is there to tell us something.And there's only so much pleasure we can take without getting a stomachache.And maybe that's ok.Maybe some fantasy are only suppose to live in our dreams.

miss evilnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3261471.post-41923368506055476762006-12-17T18:39:00.000+08:002006-12-17T18:40:24.257+08:00

EndureIf I can endure for this moment,whatever is happening to me.No matter how heavy my heart,or how dark the moment may be.If I can but keep on believing,what I know in my heart to be true.Then darkness will fade into morning,and with this dawn a new day, too.

miss evilnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3261471.post-42000473173453960612006-12-17T18:33:00.000+08:002006-12-17T18:35:21.963+08:00

Sorry, I'm ClosedWe were friends, we were lovers, we were friendsYou're hot, you're cold, you're warmYou come, you go, you linger aboutI'm showered with affectionThen ignored without intentionYou pull me close, you push me awayYou want me, you don't, but you won't say good-byeOn bright days, you don't need meBut when the dark lonely ones come aroundYou reach into the shadowsWhere you keep me

miss evilnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3261471.post-18771557061668899372006-12-16T02:23:00.000+08:002007-01-02T00:10:33.946+08:00

Many people don't know that the human eye has a blind spot in its field of vision.There's a part of the world we are literally blind to.The problem is sometimes our blindspot shield us from the things that shouldn't be ignored.Sometimes our blindspot keep our lives bright and shiny.When it comes to our blindspot,Maybe our brains aren't compensating,Maybe the're protecting us.

miss evilnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3261471.post-34150590552761758712006-12-12T01:11:00.000+08:002006-12-12T01:31:20.247+08:00

Time takes pleasure in kicking our asses.For even the strongest of usIt seem to play tricksSlowing downHarboring until it freezesLeaving us stuck in a momentUnable to move in one direction or the other.Time flies.Time waits for no man.Time heals all wounds.All of us want is more timeTime to stand upTime to grow upTime to let go...

miss evilnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3261471.post-52026881602979156762006-12-06T01:04:00.000+08:002007-08-23T19:33:49.299+08:00

Most of the time we can't tell what's wrong with somebody by just looking at them.After all, they can look perfectly fine on the outside while on the inside tell us a whole other story.Not all wounds are superficial.Most wounds run deeper than we can imagine.You can't see them with the naked eye.And then, there are the ones that takes us by surprise.The trick with any wound is to dig down and

miss evilnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3261471.post-46438512218298590132006-12-06T00:49:00.000+08:002007-08-23T19:33:27.815+08:00

A good basktball game can have us all on the edge of our seats.Games are all about the glory, the pain and the play by play.And then there are the more solitary games.The games we each play by ourselves.The social games, the mind games, we use them to pass the time, to make life more interesting, to distract us from what's really goin on.There are those of us who loves to play games.Any game.And

miss evilnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3261471.post-72334515690584421002006-12-06T00:41:00.000+08:002006-12-06T00:47:22.571+08:00

There are times that even the best of us have trouble with commitment.And we maybe surprise by the commitments we're willing to let slip out of our grasp.Commitments are complicated.We may surprise ourselves by the commitment we're willing to make.True commitment take effort and sacrifice.Which is why sometimes, we have to learn the hard way to choose our commitments very carefully!

miss evilnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3261471.post-16490523674518839102006-12-04T23:43:00.002+08:002010-03-12T16:58:23.635+08:00

Since it's a fucking crime to have a bloody imagination then i'll rant on whatever or whoever i feel like dissing about.Today i decided to bitch about suicidegirl. Yes, i like to call her suicidegirl because that's what she does best, attempts suicide. PATHETIC SHIT!! Suicidegirl gets away with shit, gets away with murder, even if she was Saddam's inner voice, she'll get away with it. Why?

miss evilnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3261471.post-1157463604416264012006-09-05T21:38:00.000+08:002006-09-05T21:40:04.430+08:00

Katherine Anne Porter once said; There seems to be a kind of order in the universe…in the movement of the stars and the turning of the Earth and the changing of the seasons. But human life is almost pure chaos. Everyone takes his stance, asserts his own right and feelings, mistaking the motives of others, and his own.

miss evilnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3261471.post-1151679997349631952006-06-30T23:05:00.000+08:002006-06-30T23:06:37.356+08:00

I've heard that it’s possible to grow up, I've just never met anyone who’s actually done it.Without parents to defy, we break the rules we make for ourselves. We throw tantrums when things don’t go our way. We whisper secrets with our best friend, in the dark. We look for comfort where we can find it. And we hope against all logic, against all experience, like children, we never give up hope.

miss evilnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3261471.post-1151680179759406362006-06-26T11:07:00.000+08:002006-06-30T23:09:39.760+08:00

I wish there were a rulebook for intimacy. Some kind of guide to tell you when you've crossed the line. It would be nice if you could see it coming, and I don't know how you fit it on a map. You take it where you can get it, and keep it as long as you can. As for rules, maybe there are none. Maybe the rules of intimacy are something we have to define for ourselves

miss evilnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3261471.post-1149414789777069602006-06-04T17:51:00.000+08:002006-06-04T17:53:09.786+08:00

Karma. One way or another it will leave us to face ourselves. We can look our karma in the eye or we can wait for it to sneak up from behind. But karma will always find us. Yet no matter how hard we try we can't escape our karma. It follows us home. I guess we can't really complain about our karma. It's not an affair. It's not unexpected. It just... evens the score. And even when we're about

miss evilnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3261471.post-1149345527139963172006-06-03T22:34:00.000+08:002006-06-03T22:45:45.273+08:00

Who gets to determine when the old ends and the new begins. It's not a day on a calendar. Not a birthday, not a new year. It's an event, big or small. Something that changes us.Ideally it gives us hope. A new way of leaving and looking at the world. Letting go of old habits, old memories.What's important is that we never stop believing we can have a new beginning. But it's also important to

miss evilnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3261471.post-1149264950343894582006-06-03T00:08:00.000+08:002006-06-03T00:15:50.356+08:00

We sacrifice it all for that one amazing moment. There are days that make the sacrifices seem worthwhile. And then there are the days where everything feels like a sacrifice. A wise man once said, "You can have everythings in life if you sacrifice for it." What he meant is nothing comes without a price. So before you go into battle you better decide how much you're willing to lose. Too often,

miss evilnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3261471.post-1149266409370755312006-06-02T00:19:00.000+08:002006-12-05T00:36:36.109+08:00

We all go through life like a bull in a china shop. A chip here, a crack there, doing damage to ourselves.The problem is trying to figure out how to control the damage we have done or that's been done to us.Sometimes the damage catches us by surprise. Sometimes we think we can fix the damage. And sometimes the damages is something we can't even see.We're all damaged it seems. Some of us more than

miss evilnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3261471.post-1148904862660377772006-05-29T20:12:00.000+08:002006-06-04T18:10:01.300+08:00

Bring The PainThe small twinge, a bit of soreness, the random pain, the normal pains we live in everyday. Then there's the kind of pain you can't ignore. A level of pain so great that it blocks everything out, everything else. Makes the rest of the world go away. Until all we can think about is how much it hurt. How we manage our pain is up to us.Pain, anesthise it, ride it out, embrace it and

miss evilnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3261471.post-1148905580514450742006-05-27T04:20:00.000+08:002006-05-29T20:26:20.516+08:00

Gratitude. Appreciation. Giving thanks.No matter what word you use, it all means the same thing. Happy. We're suppose to be happy, grateful for friends, family, happy to just being alive. Whether we like it or not.Maybe we're not suppose to be happy. Maybe gratitude has nothing to do with joy. Maybe being grateful means recognising what you have for what it is. Appreciating small victories.

miss evilnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3261471.post-1148906251092377022006-05-25T12:33:00.000+08:002006-05-29T20:51:34.806+08:00

Communication, it's really the first thing we learn in life.Funny thing is, once we grow up, learn our words, and really start talking, the harder it becomes to know what to say of how to ask for what we really need.Some things we just don't want to hear.And some things we say because we can't be silent any longer.Some things are more than what you say, they're what you do.Some things you say

miss evilnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3261471.post-1147605002831909572006-05-14T18:40:00.000+08:002006-05-29T20:39:42.326+08:00

Why do some people cannot get over the fact that the relationship is over? My ex, unfortunately is still alive and had been doing all sort of stuff to get on my nerve. The things she has done is so unbelievable. All the drama....is very tiring. She cannot get over the fact that we broke up so she has to make up some stories, awful ones some more. We broke off like 3 months ago but till today I

miss evilnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3261471.post-1147458414657654492006-05-13T02:25:00.000+08:002006-05-13T02:26:54.656+08:00

Your Subconscious SelfWhat's Really on Your Mind?MiSs^eViL, your subconscious mind is most preoccupied with issues around your love lifeOn a conscious level, you might already be aware that something is troubling you, or eating up a lot of time when it comes to your love life. But it's also possible that thoughts and feelings about your romantic life have been preoccupying your subconscious mind

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