Refreshing Start

Tariful says:
*i really want to eat macdonalds
*: (
dick. (W) says:
*i dreat
*about us
*most exciting dream
*iv had in awhile
*damn beautiful dream
*we went to some party
*in singapore
*afternoon party
*it was like an exhibition
*a show
*then
*suddenly it became night
*u and tariful was walking
*back heading somewhere different
*i was on my bike
*tariful had his earpiece on
*and
*but
*his mp3 player was in my pocket
*and he was walking fast
*and iw as cycling slow
*so we kept getting shit caught
*in the wires
*then
*eric called his dad
*asked dad to pick him up
*father said no.
*he whined
*then
*i had a great idea
*i was like
*come on guys
*follow me
*then suddenly
*im going to new town secondary
*in my uniform
*then
*i walked pass by farmiliar faces.
*mr goh the super fat oily guy
*was EXTREMELY FAT THIS TIME
*so many new faces
*i walked to the u know our old block
*all the way back
*up the spiral stairs
*went into a classroom and saw outside 5- 1
*i was like oh
*this is where it is now
*then i knocked the door casually
*with my bag slinged around the back
*i was like hi t'cher ill be here for 1 week.
*i didnt explain much
*she said oh oky.
*i went inside i see eric and tariful sitting on left hand extreme front corner
*i went all the way to the back sat at the extreme right back corner
*there was this girl and this guy
*i sat next to the guy
*the guy sat next to the girl
*the girl was all the way at the corner
*sec, let me get u her facebook
Tariful says:
*cool story bro
dick. (W) says:
*http://www.facebook.com/steph.micayle?ref=ts
*never met her before irl
*but in my dream she was a cool person
*lol
*the class didnt say much
*a few people in class were like, eh dick?
*but then i just sat there and talked to the girl
*and slouching around
*then someone in the front row
*thre a pencil case at the teacher
*the teacher initally asked to be handed some kind of wokr? or something like that but instead a pencil case came out of no where
*she dodged it.
*and i was like WATF.
*then i talked to the girl about it
*then recess came
*i tottally forgot about eric and tariful
*i like, walked with the girl away to some corner to chillax at during recess
*but recess wasnt even in new town
*it suddenly became some hawker centre @ redhill.
*wher emy old primary school was.
*we walked away frm the hawker centre towards some car park i think
*then ERIC CALLED ME AND SPOILT THE FUCKIN DRE
*DREA
*dreamm
Tariful says:
*LOL
*he was like
*should i call dick
*i was like yeh
*wow that was long
*scroll on top
Eternal ruler says:
*i didnt bother
*to read
dick. (W) says:
*its a fucking good dream thats why im happy
Tariful says:
*its not exciting
*at all
Eternal ruler says:
*i just saw dick typing
dick. (W) says:
*i dreamt about my old house too in secondary school
Eternal ruler says:
*and i knew it was gonan be bullshit
dick. (W) says:
*waht bullshit
*i dreamt abt u guys
*:(
*fuck it was DAMN FUN LAR.
Tariful says:
*FUN WILL BE THE END OF YEAR

ADVENTURELAND

 dick. (W) says:
*im going to
*back
*to my movie
*i'll ttyl?
Eternal ruler says:
*lol
*what movie
*are u watchoing
*tell me something interesting
*so it wake me up
dick. (W) says:
*adventureland
Eternal ruler says:
*wakes
*what the fuck
dick. (W) says:
*its about
Eternal ruler says:
*is that
dick. (W) says:
*this girl
Eternal ruler says:
*is she hot
dick. (W) says:
*that likes this guy
Eternal ruler says:
*the girl
dick. (W) says:
*kristen durst
*the one from twilight
*i like her attitude
*very sexc.
Eternal ruler says:
*oh
*lol
*u wana sex her up
*??
dick. (W) says:
*yeah
*i really want to
*i wanna sex any girl right now
*i have so much
*testosterone in me
*i feel like ragining
*i get so angry
*everytime
*im like
*fuck
*im 18
*and im not
*having fucking sex
*on a proper
*constant basis
*on a stable
*like..
*having sex every few times a month
*or shit like that
*it annoys me
*i need to fuck
*i want to hold someone in my arm
*and grind my body against hers
*and run my fingers through her hair
*and kiss her lips
*bite her tongue
*and rub my face all over her junks.
Eternal ruler says:
*LOL
dick. (W) says:
*i wanna reach my hands into her trowsers and grab her bum
*and hold it against my pelvis
*and gently thrust her towards me while i squeeze her fucking ass slowly.
*this interesting enough for you eric?
*can i post this on the blog?
Eternal ruler says:
*what
*up to u
*i didnt say shit
dick. (W) says:
*its not true^ whut i wrote here lol. its just funny cus u wanted something interesting.
Eternal ruler says:
*put LOL nice
*for me

mm

I’m still in love with who i wish you were

me or not me?

I'm cooler than you.

Mrs. pre-Madonna, this is your reminder
That I think you're fine, but I'm finer 

I used to pull all my tricks,
I hope that you like this.
but you probably won't,
you think you're cooler than me.
Girl, you so Vain...

Old blog

rofl reading it is just so humiliating, im going to post it here just for fun rofl.

Wednesday, April 06, 2005
hey hey hey,
this game rome rox please you should go buy it i can't put any pics in but it rocks belive me u read----->.Storm clouds gather over Europe, Asia and North America as the mighty armies march forward to Rome. Command the greatest forces of the acient world. including the Roman Legoins. Carthage Gaul ; lay seige to civilisations using powerful war engins :decimate your enemies using speacial like war dogs armoured elepahnts or Scythed chariots.In rome :total war the most epic cinimatic battles in the world combine together in this war concept .The mightest armies and the most unique units are at your commard its your choice ! ONLY $59.90 concept .
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its still a good game i'll recommend it to anyone rofl.

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Hey all this blog is the finest the most wonderful! just kidding! haha just want you to know thanks for visting my blog (soon to be Updated)!!
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sorry i have not bloged for about a few days to lazy:P
well my day started of at school walking miserly to my class room sitting down and putting my head on the table.Later we had to go to the hall for Writing SSW testing your english its sort of like a journal thing..but u have topics than it was english guess what we had a test that i thought that it was the next day but NOO!! its was today how wonderful but atleast i finished it first time i took paper 2 :C haha.then it was PE i bluffed my teacher i had a leg pain so i din go for PE LOL!! then it was recess guess what i ate wantan mee! yes WANTAN MEE!!!.then it was maths well it sucks but u have to deal with it but the teacher is very nice so we have to give abit of respect :P then it was geography my favourite subject! yeah funny but yes! so then it was science hmm... we do not have to talk about that we just have to say one world HORRIBLE.Then after school we went to play basketball wohoo i dun look like a basketball player but watch out :P then i went to play table tennis well i use to be good at it u can ask my brother if you don't believe me but i sucked lol so this is my day at school! FUN , exciting!
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so fucking gay if i could go back in time i'll kill my secondary one self for being such a fag.
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IPW the most idiotic and stressful work! yes today my group just started the project work that was suppose to be start 2 weeks ago WOW right..well it first started of with the beggining of it we did well made our ipw name which is RAFE funny HAHA!!.then we bluffed the teachers that we started researching haha.Well then it came to what we need to do next so we did it in put it on power point slides . I have to complain on one group memeber Amirudin! he is a idiot that just keeps giving excuses that he has tution so he cannot come. Than he said he has tution at 3 but it was at 5 thats so gay what a team memeber. Well my group needs to get ready cause we are going to faiL!!!lol

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yeah finished that project alone as well im fucking amazing.

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hey,
as u all know my clan in gunbound is myname1s im planing to revive it soon in june to make my clan a elite clan again :D Does who want to join the clan needs a clan trail e-mail me at theBrudderz@hotmail.com. Or u can add me on gunbound purewar92 im only a double golden axe but don't worry :D this clan will be tough to get in 60% wining rate is needed and U have to be friendly.This Clan is not for the faint hearted DO NOT QUIT after a month i expect u to play for at least 6 months. this will be to all gunbounders! get ready to own again.
NOT FOR THE FAINT HEATED!!!!!

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yep nvr posted again ROFL, i guess subconsciously i knew it was a faggoty pussy blog

Everybody's gotta learn sometime

Eloisa to Abelard

In these deep solitudes and awful cells,
Where heav'nly-pensive contemplation dwells,
And ever-musing melancholy reigns;
What means this tumult in a vestal's veins?
Why rove my thoughts beyond this last retreat?
Why feels my heart its long-forgotten heat?
Yet, yet I love! — From Abelard it came,
And Eloisa yet must kiss the name.
Dear fatal name! rest ever unreveal'd,
Nor pass these lips in holy silence seal'd.
Hide it, my heart, within that close disguise,
Where mix'd with God's, his lov'd idea lies:
O write it not, my hand — the name appears
Already written — wash it out, my tears!
In vain lost Eloisa weeps and prays,
Her heart still dictates, and her hand obeys.
Relentless walls! whose darksome round contains
Repentant sighs, and voluntary pains:
Ye rugged rocks! which holy knees have worn;
Ye grots and caverns shagg'd with horrid thorn!
Shrines! where their vigils pale-ey'd virgins keep,
And pitying saints, whose statues learn to weep!
Though cold like you, unmov'd, and silent grown,
I have not yet forgot myself to stone.
All is not Heav'n's while Abelard has part,
Still rebel nature holds out half my heart;
Nor pray'rs nor fasts its stubborn pulse restrain,
Nor tears, for ages, taught to flow in vain.
Soon as thy letters trembling I unclose,
That well-known name awakens all my woes.
Oh name for ever sad! for ever dear!
Still breath'd in sighs, still usher'd with a tear.
I tremble too, where'er my own I find,
Some dire misfortune follows close behind.
Line after line my gushing eyes o'erflow,
Led through a sad variety of woe:
Now warm in love, now with'ring in thy bloom,
Lost in a convent's solitary gloom!
There stern religion quench'd th' unwilling flame,
There died the best of passions, love and fame.
Yet write, oh write me all, that I may join
Griefs to thy griefs, and echo sighs to thine.
Nor foes nor fortune take this pow'r away;
And is my Abelard less kind than they?
Tears still are mine, and those I need not spare,
Love but demands what else were shed in pray'r;
No happier task these faded eyes pursue;
To read and weep is all they now can do.
Then share thy pain, allow that sad relief;
Ah, more than share it! give me all thy grief.
Heav'n first taught letters for some wretch's aid,
Some banish'd lover, or some captive maid;
They live, they speak, they breathe what love inspires,
Warm from the soul, and faithful to its fires,
The virgin's wish without her fears impart,
Excuse the blush, and pour out all the heart,
Speed the soft intercourse from soul to soul,
And waft a sigh from Indus to the Pole.
Thou know'st how guiltless first I met thy flame,
When Love approach'd me under Friendship's name;
My fancy form'd thee of angelic kind,
Some emanation of th' all-beauteous Mind.
Those smiling eyes, attemp'ring ev'ry day,
Shone sweetly lambent with celestial day.
Guiltless I gaz'd; heav'n listen'd while you sung;
And truths divine came mended from that tongue.
From lips like those what precept fail'd to move?
Too soon they taught me 'twas no sin to love.
Back through the paths of pleasing sense I ran,
Nor wish'd an Angel whom I lov'd a Man.
Dim and remote the joys of saints I see;
Nor envy them, that heav'n I lose for thee.
How oft, when press'd to marriage, have I said,
Curse on all laws but those which love has made!
Love, free as air, at sight of human ties,
Spreads his light wings, and in a moment flies,
Let wealth, let honour, wait the wedded dame,
August her deed, and sacred be her fame;
Before true passion all those views remove,
Fame, wealth, and honour! what are you to Love?
The jealous God, when we profane his fires,
Those restless passions in revenge inspires;
And bids them make mistaken mortals groan,
Who seek in love for aught but love alone.
Should at my feet the world's great master fall,
Himself, his throne, his world, I'd scorn 'em all:
Not Caesar's empress would I deign to prove;
No, make me mistress to the man I love;
If there be yet another name more free,
More fond than mistress, make me that to thee!
Oh happy state! when souls each other draw,
When love is liberty, and nature, law:
All then is full, possessing, and possess'd,
No craving void left aching in the breast:
Ev'n thought meets thought, ere from the lips it part,
And each warm wish springs mutual from the heart.
This sure is bliss (if bliss on earth there be)
And once the lot of Abelard and me.
Alas, how chang'd! what sudden horrors rise!
A naked lover bound and bleeding lies!
Where, where was Eloise? her voice, her hand,
Her poniard, had oppos'd the dire command.
Barbarian, stay! that bloody stroke restrain;
The crime was common, common be the pain.
I can no more; by shame, by rage suppress'd,
Let tears, and burning blushes speak the rest.
Canst thou forget that sad, that solemn day,
When victims at yon altar's foot we lay?
Canst thou forget what tears that moment fell,
When, warm in youth, I bade the world farewell?
As with cold lips I kiss'd the sacred veil,
The shrines all trembl'd, and the lamps grew pale:
Heav'n scarce believ'd the conquest it survey'd,
And saints with wonder heard the vows I made.
Yet then, to those dread altars as I drew,
Not on the Cross my eyes were fix'd, but you:
Not grace, or zeal, love only was my call,
And if I lose thy love, I lose my all.
Come! with thy looks, thy words, relieve my woe;
Those still at least are left thee to bestow.
Still on that breast enamour'd let me lie,
Still drink delicious poison from thy eye,
Pant on thy lip, and to thy heart be press'd;
Give all thou canst — and let me dream the rest.
Ah no! instruct me other joys to prize,
With other beauties charm my partial eyes,
Full in my view set all the bright abode,
And make my soul quit Abelard for God.
Ah, think at least thy flock deserves thy care,
Plants of thy hand, and children of thy pray'r.
From the false world in early youth they fled,
By thee to mountains, wilds, and deserts led.
You rais'd these hallow'd walls; the desert smil'd,
And Paradise was open'd in the wild.
No weeping orphan saw his father's stores
Our shrines irradiate, or emblaze the floors;
No silver saints, by dying misers giv'n,
Here brib'd the rage of ill-requited heav'n:
But such plain roofs as piety could raise,
And only vocal with the Maker's praise.
In these lone walls (their days eternal bound)
These moss-grown domes with spiry turrets crown'd,
Where awful arches make a noonday night,
And the dim windows shed a solemn light;
Thy eyes diffus'd a reconciling ray,
And gleams of glory brighten'd all the day.
But now no face divine contentment wears,
'Tis all blank sadness, or continual tears.
See how the force of others' pray'rs I try,
(O pious fraud of am'rous charity!)
But why should I on others' pray'rs depend?
Come thou, my father, brother, husband, friend!
Ah let thy handmaid, sister, daughter move,
And all those tender names in one, thy love!
The darksome pines that o'er yon rocks reclin'd
Wave high, and murmur to the hollow wind,
The wand'ring streams that shine between the hills,
The grots that echo to the tinkling rills,
The dying gales that pant upon the trees,
The lakes that quiver to the curling breeze;
No more these scenes my meditation aid,
Or lull to rest the visionary maid.
But o'er the twilight groves and dusky caves,
Long-sounding aisles, and intermingled graves,
Black Melancholy sits, and round her throws
A death-like silence, and a dread repose:
Her gloomy presence saddens all the scene,
Shades ev'ry flow'r, and darkens ev'ry green,
Deepens the murmur of the falling floods,
And breathes a browner horror on the woods.
Yet here for ever, ever must I stay;
Sad proof how well a lover can obey!
Death, only death, can break the lasting chain;
And here, ev'n then, shall my cold dust remain,
Here all its frailties, all its flames resign,
And wait till 'tis no sin to mix with thine.
Ah wretch! believ'd the spouse of God in vain,
Confess'd within the slave of love and man.
Assist me, Heav'n! but whence arose that pray'r?
Sprung it from piety, or from despair?
Ev'n here, where frozen chastity retires,
Love finds an altar for forbidden fires.
I ought to grieve, but cannot what I ought;
I mourn the lover, not lament the fault;
I view my crime, but kindle at the view,
Repent old pleasures, and solicit new;
Now turn'd to Heav'n, I weep my past offence,
Now think of thee, and curse my innocence.
Of all affliction taught a lover yet,
'Tis sure the hardest science to forget!
How shall I lose the sin, yet keep the sense,
And love th' offender, yet detest th' offence?
How the dear object from the crime remove,
Or how distinguish penitence from love?
Unequal task! a passion to resign,
For hearts so touch'd, so pierc'd, so lost as mine.
Ere such a soul regains its peaceful state,
How often must it love, how often hate!
How often hope, despair, resent, regret,
Conceal, disdain — do all things but forget.
But let Heav'n seize it, all at once 'tis fir'd;
Not touch'd, but rapt; not waken'd, but inspir'd!
Oh come! oh teach me nature to subdue,
Renounce my love, my life, myself — and you.
Fill my fond heart with God alone, for he
Alone can rival, can succeed to thee.
How happy is the blameless vestal's lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!
Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd;
Labour and rest, that equal periods keep;
"Obedient slumbers that can wake and weep;"
Desires compos'd, affections ever ev'n,
Tears that delight, and sighs that waft to Heav'n.
Grace shines around her with serenest beams,
And whisp'ring angels prompt her golden dreams.
For her th' unfading rose of Eden blooms,
And wings of seraphs shed divine perfumes,
For her the Spouse prepares the bridal ring,
For her white virgins hymeneals sing,
To sounds of heav'nly harps she dies away,
And melts in visions of eternal day.
Far other dreams my erring soul employ,
Far other raptures, of unholy joy:
When at the close of each sad, sorrowing day,
Fancy restores what vengeance snatch'd away,
Then conscience sleeps, and leaving nature free,
All my loose soul unbounded springs to thee.
Oh curs'd, dear horrors of all-conscious night!
How glowing guilt exalts the keen delight!
Provoking Daemons all restraint remove,
And stir within me every source of love.
I hear thee, view thee, gaze o'er all thy charms,
And round thy phantom glue my clasping arms.
I wake — no more I hear, no more I view,
The phantom flies me, as unkind as you.
I call aloud; it hears not what I say;
I stretch my empty arms; it glides away.
To dream once more I close my willing eyes;
Ye soft illusions, dear deceits, arise!
Alas, no more — methinks we wand'ring go
Through dreary wastes, and weep each other's woe,
Where round some mould'ring tower pale ivy creeps,
And low-brow'd rocks hang nodding o'er the deeps.
Sudden you mount, you beckon from the skies;
Clouds interpose, waves roar, and winds arise.
I shriek, start up, the same sad prospect find,
And wake to all the griefs I left behind.
For thee the fates, severely kind, ordain
A cool suspense from pleasure and from pain;
Thy life a long, dead calm of fix'd repose;
No pulse that riots, and no blood that glows.
Still as the sea, ere winds were taught to blow,
Or moving spirit bade the waters flow;
Soft as the slumbers of a saint forgiv'n,
And mild as opening gleams of promis'd heav'n.
Come, Abelard! for what hast thou to dread?
The torch of Venus burns not for the dead.
Nature stands check'd; Religion disapproves;
Ev'n thou art cold — yet Eloisa loves.
Ah hopeless, lasting flames! like those that burn
To light the dead, and warm th' unfruitful urn.
What scenes appear where'er I turn my view?
The dear ideas, where I fly, pursue,
Rise in the grove, before the altar rise,
Stain all my soul, and wanton in my eyes.
I waste the matin lamp in sighs for thee,
Thy image steals between my God and me,
Thy voice I seem in ev'ry hymn to hear,
With ev'ry bead I drop too soft a tear.
When from the censer clouds of fragrance roll,
And swelling organs lift the rising soul,
One thought of thee puts all the pomp to flight,
Priests, tapers, temples, swim before my sight:
In seas of flame my plunging soul is drown'd,
While altars blaze, and angels tremble round.
While prostrate here in humble grief I lie,
Kind, virtuous drops just gath'ring in my eye,
While praying, trembling, in the dust I roll,
And dawning grace is op'ning on my soul:
Come, if thou dar'st, all charming as thou art!
Oppose thyself to Heav'n; dispute my heart;
Come, with one glance of those deluding eyes
Blot out each bright idea of the skies;
Take back that grace, those sorrows, and those tears;
Take back my fruitless penitence and pray'rs;
Snatch me, just mounting, from the blest abode;
Assist the fiends, and tear me from my God!
No, fly me, fly me, far as pole from pole;
Rise Alps between us! and whole oceans roll!
Ah, come not, write not, think not once of me,
Nor share one pang of all I felt for thee.
Thy oaths I quit, thy memory resign;
Forget, renounce me, hate whate'er was mine.
Fair eyes, and tempting looks (which yet I view!)
Long lov'd, ador'd ideas, all adieu!
Oh Grace serene! oh virtue heav'nly fair!
Divine oblivion of low-thoughted care!
Fresh blooming hope, gay daughter of the sky!
And faith, our early immortality!
Enter, each mild, each amicable guest;
Receive, and wrap me in eternal rest!
See in her cell sad Eloisa spread,
Propp'd on some tomb, a neighbour of the dead.
In each low wind methinks a spirit calls,
And more than echoes talk along the walls.
Here, as I watch'd the dying lamps around,
From yonder shrine I heard a hollow sound.
"Come, sister, come!" (it said, or seem'd to say)
"Thy place is here, sad sister, come away!
Once like thyself, I trembled, wept, and pray'd,
Love's victim then, though now a sainted maid:
But all is calm in this eternal sleep;
Here grief forgets to groan, and love to weep,
Ev'n superstition loses ev'ry fear:
For God, not man, absolves our frailties here."
I come, I come! prepare your roseate bow'rs,
Celestial palms, and ever-blooming flow'rs.
Thither, where sinners may have rest, I go,
Where flames refin'd in breasts seraphic glow:
Thou, Abelard! the last sad office pay,
And smooth my passage to the realms of day;
See my lips tremble, and my eye-balls roll,
Suck my last breath, and catch my flying soul!
Ah no — in sacred vestments may'st thou stand,
The hallow'd taper trembling in thy hand,
Present the cross before my lifted eye,
Teach me at once, and learn of me to die.
Ah then, thy once-lov'd Eloisa see!
It will be then no crime to gaze on me.
See from my cheek the transient roses fly!
See the last sparkle languish in my eye!
Till ev'ry motion, pulse, and breath be o'er;
And ev'n my Abelard be lov'd no more.
O Death all-eloquent! you only prove
What dust we dote on, when 'tis man we love.
Then too, when fate shall thy fair frame destroy,
(That cause of all my guilt, and all my joy)
In trance ecstatic may thy pangs be drown'd,
Bright clouds descend, and angels watch thee round,
From op'ning skies may streaming glories shine,
And saints embrace thee with a love like mine.
May one kind grave unite each hapless name,
And graft my love immortal on thy fame!
Then, ages hence, when all my woes are o'er,
When this rebellious heart shall beat no more;
If ever chance two wand'ring lovers brings
To Paraclete's white walls and silver springs,
O'er the pale marble shall they join their heads,
And drink the falling tears each other sheds;
Then sadly say, with mutual pity mov'd,
"Oh may we never love as these have lov'd!"
From the full choir when loud Hosannas rise,
And swell the pomp of dreadful sacrifice,
Amid that scene if some relenting eye
Glance on the stone where our cold relics lie,
Devotion's self shall steal a thought from Heav'n,
One human tear shall drop and be forgiv'n.
And sure, if fate some future bard shall join
In sad similitude of griefs to mine,
Condemn'd whole years in absence to deplore,
And image charms he must behold no more;
Such if there be, who loves so long, so well;
Let him our sad, our tender story tell;
The well-sung woes will soothe my pensive ghost;
He best can paint 'em, who shall feel 'em most

to my father

The Koran

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The Hypocrites

In the name of Allah, the Beneficent, the Merciful.
[63.1] When the hypocrites come to you, they say: We bear witness that you are most surely Allah's Apostle; and Allah knows that you are most surely His Apostle, and Allah bears witness that the hypocrites are surely liars.
[63.2] They make their oaths a shelter, and thus turn away from Allah's way; surely evil is that which they do.
[63.3] That is because they believe, then disbelieve, so a seal is set upon their hearts so that they do not understand.
[63.4] And when you see them, their persons will please you, and If they speak, you will listen to their speech; (they are) as if they were big pieces of wood clad with garments; they think every cry to be against them. They are the enemy, therefore beware of them; may Allah destroy them, whence are they turned back?
[63.5] And when it is said to them: Come, the Apostle of Allah will ask forgiveness for you, they turn back their heads and you may see them turning away while they are big with pride.
[63.6] It is alike to them whether you beg forgiveness for them or do not beg forgiveness for them; Allah will never forgive them; surely Allah does not guide the transgressing people.
[63.7] They it is who say: Do not spend upon those who are with the Apostle of Allah until they break up. And Allah's are the treasures of the heavens and the earth, but the hypocrites do not understand.
[63.8] They say: If we return to Medina, the mighty will surely drive out the meaner therefrom; and to Allah belongs the might and to His Apostle and to the believers, but the hypocrites do not know.
[63.9] O you who believe! let not your wealth, or your children, divert you from the remembrance of Allah; and whoever does that, these are the losers.
[63.10] And spend out of what We have given you before death comes to one of you, so that he should say: My Lord! why didst Thou not respite me to a near term, so that I should have given alms and been of the doers of good deeds?
[63.11] And Allah does not respite a soul when its appointed term has come, and Allah is Aware of what you do.

May God watch over you and the things you do, I warned you not to leave.

No pity for a coward

Dry your eyes
Hide your face with your hands
One last breath
Hold it in

Fuck your past
The future
Is in your hand

Just sit back and relax
Put your fucking shades on
Put that gun to your head
You're a fucking disgrace

Can your god save you now?


Drowning yourself
In your tears
No one has
Pity for you

4:27am
God Exams incoming soon
.T-T

Pixies Ogres and Monsters

You chewed me up and you spat me out
The foolish boy that I am
So I chose to wander and ramble around
And make myself a man.

So long it must be
You're still the one that's troubling me
And still so far, so far away
I sat with a tear in my hand on a day so long ago

Inside I am an Ogre
With the simple thoughts of a child
I say what I think and I need to be loved
But i guess that's not your style

watching telly drinking wine.

kristie says:

*HAHAHAH

*ask her lah , so hows life , who's that guy tht day ? boyfrienddd ahhh

*so she said , no they went out t meet their other friendssss

*and that guy has a girlfriend

Seriously, i feel so shit now lul
So fucking stupid : )