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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.
January 2010 February 2010 March 2010 April 2010 May 2010 June 2010 July 2010 August 2010 September 2010 October 2010 November 2010 December 2010 January 2011 February 2011 March 2011 April 2011 May 2011 June 2011

Jan 20, 2011

for every time we think of our loneliness is solely pinned by the absenteeism of company,
think again.
before we play the blame game,
before we point finger to the other,
before we turn nasty and getting all girly, oh-so-the-drama on them,
think again.
our relevance and significance.
the world is cruel- so what?
life is unfair- deal with it.
suddenly all these solitude and misery- trust me, baby, that you're not alone.
think before you act,
think deeply before you raise out the voice inside of you because words are harmful.
they are killers in the sense that they act like this invisible sword that will definitely slash them out of themselves.
you rip them hard. with an awful lot of pain and agony, whether you realize it or not.
you mash them up. with the so-called analysis that is built based on your constructive assumption.
grow up, little boy.
think about others.
know that the world doesnt evolve around you alone.
and stay away from any drama.
for every time the company drifts away from you,
try asking this question,
"am i really worth it?"
truth hurts.
just like your words.
call me vindictive.
the truth is,
im tired.
and i dont call for you. i never do.
that is because,
im pretty much through.


Jan 17, 2011

the hell with taking chances.
like playing hardcore roulette,
one blow and youre out.
im no steel and metal,
im no invincible,
im no superman.
or superwoman in this matter.
im fragile
im typical
im hurt
im just a girl.
real love and true happiness,
i only ask for those two.

"just like little girls and boys
playing with their little toys
seems like all we really were doing
was waiting for love...
thought i'd been in love before
but my heart wanted more
seems like all i really was doing
was waiting for you...
it's real love
yes it's real"

be true, silly heart.
deep down, i love you too.


Jan 12, 2011
not even a half

even when you have upgraded to a snazzy ride,
you would still miss the old wagon.
its smell; the nostalgic and smokey ripped leatherette.
its paint job; definitely not the best and yet, its something that you dont mind having.
its broken parts; such a waste of time and money but you dont care. at all.
because you realize that,
this old, once cool, jittery, crappy, dented, imperfect
is the only one youve got.
the one that you thought you hate when the fact is,
it grows in you that letting it go would probably the hardest-however-right thing to do.
and when the new pride arrives,
you look at the sleek metallic and pout.
"damn, gotta be extra careful"
you rest up in the fine bucket racer seat and shrug.
"shoot, doesnt feel that good"
and then, you take her up for a cruise.
"the clutch is too hard"
"hmm, broken absorber"
"okay, that sound, that's not supposed to come out"
the ultimate recognition.
regret much?

god works His miracles in mysterious ways possible (and impossible).
sometimes, you just have to get crushed over and over again before you can actually stand solidly.
the matter of doing the right thing, choosing the best option?
hey :) we are only humans.
never scared of taking chances.
you would hurt some people along the process. but perhaps, as the process goes, you might please a whole lot more.
though that doesnt seem comforting at all, it is important to have a concrete reality to hold on to-
we cant always get what we want and if making mistake(s) is the way to betterment, so be it.
im always high,
im always confused,
im always indecisive.
but one thing that i crave more than a good double hot fudge mudpie,
definitely is


Jan 2, 2011
my list(s)

salaam :) may all of us are having a great kick-start of 2011 thus far.
my whole life, i must say that im very much dictated by list of infinite things.
say, a get-healthy-and-lose-pounds list. or common enough, a what-i-want-in-guys list. i dont have any solid backfire to such lists of mine. they suck haha i mean, out of 10 things that are on the list, i probably had only checked out two, if not one. or none.
but they work wonders most of the time. i need some kind of reinforcement and motivation in order for me to do, well, to actually start doing stuff. its nice (though sad) to have a lil sneak peek before you get the whole construction complete.
anyhoo. whilst waiting for my laundryeth, do ye mind my sharing my to-do (wish)lists?

1. cometh 2011, i shall...
- lose weight
- be skinny
- study harder
- save up money
- try looking for a new car
- etc
- etc
- etc.

:P hehe im just kidding. i never really make plans what my year should be like. im the kind of person that prefers to sit back and wait for things/miracles to happen.
yeaa. not really the coolest person on the planet, i know.
two things that i want to share in the form of a list: things i want and places i want to travel. because i love bags and shoes. and traveling, too. i often think having a career as a travel writer is the shizz. epic, nevertheless (okay, i know epic is an overrated word now. good thinking for banishing it. epic. heheh)

a) PLEASE GET ME ALL THESE (alolo so tiut kan the title haha)
- black balenciaga city
- pairs of giuseppe zanotti
- chanel's flap (vintage, jumbo c, gold chain. big size now)
- new wardrobe
- light pink chucks
- a new phone because mine's pretty busted
- a new ride of my own- barney's become everyone's first car now

- south america
- europe for a backpacking adventure (though the train crash in sweden shook me up)
- india
- thailand
- NYC for a lil retail therapy (okay, that sounds spoilt haha)
- biarritz
- san sebastian
- ipanema (hot guys to look/die for)
- mexico (the island part like cabo or cancun)
- every country in the world!

hahaha why dream small small one? when you dream, might as well dream big, yes? no? yes? oh yes