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hey :) the name is amalina but im cool with mali.
or whatever nice.
im pretty laid-back.
im never serious.
haha well yea so get annoyed.
im a kid at heart, maybe a hippie too.
talk to me.
get to know me.
only then you can judge me.
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Oct 21, 2010
"girls have unique powers; they get wet without water, bleed without injury and make boneless things hard"

Im glad a guy finally was thinking and realized how girls feel. Read it, its very true.

"Stop being so hard on yourselves. I know way too many really beautiful girls who think they don't look good... It hurts... because it's our fault, guys I mean. We make girls feel like they have to be perfect. You know what I mean, flat stomach, huge boobs, round ass, long legs, big lips, and on top of all that, they have to dress like a whore, and be one as well... nobody can measure up to that... and its not fair... because nobody should have to. The little imperfections are what make people special. If everyone was perfect the world would be so boring, variety is what makes life interesting. So guys, stop making girls have to live up to your, I'm sorry, our... deluded fantasy visions of perfection. Stop acting like boys and start being men... realize that women don't exist to fufill our sexual desires. Stop talking to them solely to get with them, be nice to them because you want to be their friend, not because you want to hook up with them. Say nice things about them not to flatter them in hopes that you'll get some, but because you know they like to hear them. In short... we need to grow up and stop being dicks... just because we have them doesn't mean we need to think with them."

- Unknown

hahaha i think its a good one :)

If you look inside a girl's heart
and see how much she cries
you will find secrets,
best friends and lies
but what you'll see the most
is how hard it is to stay strong
when nothing is right
and everything is wrong


Oct 19, 2010
las noches en la calle

the manly scent with a mix of sweat.
them sexy shoulders.
tanned skin, subtle.
the way he looked you in the eyes,
the kind of way that actually kills.
that makes you giddy and jumpy even for a mere second, which really, feels so long.
those brown eyes.
and how he got that dracula-cowboy thing going,
mysterious and macho.
and how, in the same time, he rocked that awfully bright blue bomber jacket and Pikachu backpack,
how alive.
the awesome thing ever?
the connection that makes us clicked as fast as a zap of lightning.
creative writing, mexican food, soccer, our obsession on certain (ancient) cartoons, the beach, nike high-tops, world peace, the fact that we can talk about biology and world history all day long, or cars.
how he always bit his lower lips before he said anything,
how he sounded (and looked) so cute when he laughed which he would then crinkled his nose.
how he always got his face so very near to your face for every time he wanted to talk, that you could actually hear every decibel of his breathing, which made your heart thumped, in the most racy tempo possible.
how he would dragged you outside of class during the 5-minute break so that he could say hi (officially and personally) to you.
how he outsmarted you with any fact about anything in the world, which made you felt the need to top him, thus making encyclopedia brittanica the highest hit on your net's history.
how he knew you preferred parmesan over mozarella that he went on walking 12blocks down because the first two stores were out of parmesan on that particular frosty winter night.
how he always had an extra pen because you always lost yours. always, like on a daily basis.
how he soothed you with hershey's extra dark chocolate and his infamous virgin daiquiri after you bawled over disney's the hunchback of notre dame even for the 15th time.
how he could tell how upset you were just by listening to your 'hello' over the phone.
how he hugged you the day before you went away, so hard you felt not only your bones were crushing but also your soul.
how he cried in front of you for the first time,
how he begged you to stay,
and how,
for the first time,
you became him.
gathering your strength, pulling yourself together,
and confidently,
you told him how funny a thing called fate can be. you can never be too sure like before, but never ever dare to stop believing in it. in us. in everything. even if fate wouldnt play its miracle on us, at least, we had it good all the way.
and i have come to learn how to become
as strong, as tough, as confident,
as him
ever since.
thank you.
fate is,
still a funny thing :)


Oct 17, 2010
holy mother of pearl

okay, scratch that :P
i just got an email from my dear ol' high school
and there'll be a 5th reunion- which is exactly the first one, but because it's held every five years, so... yea, you get the picture.
it's our 1st 5th reunion (every reunion will be a 1st, i guess. 1st 5th, then 1st 10th, 1st 20th...)
who's kind enough to fly me to NYC this thanksgiving?
i'll love you forever,
i promise

*pwetty pweeeasee*


get this

to those who's always thought im in need of something (love) and someone (a boyfriend),

i am single.
i am happy being single.
i am not looking for anyone- anybody that's special, no no.
i am okay having a lot of guy friends.
i am not having any kind of affairs with any of my guy friends.
i am single and i am happy to keep it that way for now.

dont assume me
dont talk bad about me
dont push me



Oct 6, 2010
blue october

btw, i used to listen to blue october back in high school. they rockkk.

school's going to be over soon :) and i dont even know what my plan really is. life's plan? haha forever clueless.
lysa's engagement is on this sat. huda's getting married on nov20.
aww :) i bet their happy-o-meter is hitting the big 10. congratulations :)
ive always dreamed of having an all-white wedding, with my groom singing robbie williams' "she's the one" while im walking the aisle, looking beautiful and bubbly. haha so much for a wedding, eh.
nah, its alright. im not bothered much. im still looking forward to weddings and happy couples :)

till then,