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I left these two kids talking in MSN after I added them to a group chat after high school. (2005) NOW THEY ARE MARRIED DO YOU KNOW HOW HAPPY I AM?! TAHNIAH TAHNIAH TAHNIAH BALQIES ARAFIA AND AMIRUL IMAN!!!

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byebye

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i asked my mother out for lunch, she said sure. if i can make it to langkawi by lunch. told her i'm moving back in december, she asked which part of the house. i told her, whatever's left of my little space there. she couldnt be more glad. this is a blessing in disguise. this is a blessing in disguise. this is a blessing in disguise. is this the light you were talking about? i hope things

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In the beginning Love satisfies us, When Love first spoke to me of love— How I laughed at her in return! But then she made me like the hazel trees, Which blossom early in the season of darkness, And bear fruit slowly. —Hadewijch of Brabant

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it feels like a stab, whenever the thought of him crosses my mind. like a wave building up from afar, crashes to the shore, violently. in my chest, like an implosion. multiple stabs. heavy shoulders, heavy heart. :'-( i miss my favourite boy.

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i miss you terribly too

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because some days, crying just dont cut it.

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we were in a mall, like a maze. it was bright from the sunlight above, walking through long corridors filled with shops. it was probably my first time out with him. like a fugue, the next thing i remember was sitting on a counter in a shop, staring at the white floor tiles. i was alone with one man and a woman, a little scared. not because i was alone, but because i came with a very stern and

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it's always about your happiness

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i know how to make you feel like shit

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the only way to not feel loneliness is to leave behind those who make you feel lonely. every single one of them. of course you'll be left alone, but at least you wont be lonely.

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you're becoming a burden

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there is no other lifetime.

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:-(

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last time, i was wandering, not quite aimlessly. this time, it's a raging rollercoaster. i'm back here. here? i shouldnt say that. here should be foreign. i think i slammed myself into the door, into the room, pulling myself into the wall because of the inertia from the rollercoaster and i'm so hard against the wall now

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i dont want to be this, nor that nor female, or male i dont want to be nice, or mean or sad, or happy i am not 16, or 20, or any age i dont want to be here, nor there, just far away nothing is for me, and i dont exist for anyone. soon, i will cease to exist, like you, only active/alive in memory,  other people's collective memory. in a room where we meet,  only there i will be. neither this,

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dearest, you are but a child, still. grow (the fuck) up.

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we were crossing the road when i saw you on the other side. i didnt know how to react, but you were surprised and cried when you saw me. we said our hellos and i introduced you to my friends.  you said you had to go, and sat down at a table nearby, and started writing. you said you had 7 hours to finish the exam. i leaned in to say good luck, and you kissed my forehead.  i said good luck, and

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i think the best of people. or, at least i try my best to, but i'm used to it now, so yes i think the best of people. to the point where i make up excuses for them, for myself, when they give me bullshit. so i dont hate people much, no. there were many times where i think, why do i even bother? when they cant be bothered? i really do try my best to give myself reasons not to hate/be angry at

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it's easy to be reduced to nothing

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I mean, happiness can be subjective too, right? Even if I find great happiness in depression. Because depression drives me. And without depression I'd be nothing. Idle.

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once, he was on the floor, looking at the ceiling with a blank face. i asked him, what's wrong? he said he was just sad. i was sucking on a lollipop, and i asked him if he'd like some, even though it was disgusting. he looked at it, and had a taste.

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made a wrong decision tonight

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"how can someone be so hateful?" "beats me."

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i once heard her converse with my grandfather one early morning, i wasnt supposed to be eaves dropping, but i was awake in her room, she asked, what would happen if she had died first? he shushed her and said dont be ridiculous, angrily. and they did their subuh. that was 2 years before she passed away. it's been 5 years. my favourite boy is sick now. i cant say 'now he can see my grandmother'

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i had a bad feeling about this, but i thought i should try something new and not count on instinct, if i get into a shitty situation, i usually find my way out, no biggie. but i didnt expect shit to be this severe. they say when the going gets tough, the tough gets going, but shit aint going nowhere. i dont see an exit, so the going better be good.

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ok my heart officially breaks forever today.

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halo halo i've finally uploaded most of my works here http://www.behance.net/dillmalik i think the rest are still in my hard drive... somewhere.

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there were so many people, and so many people looked like you. the hair, the back, the face, the nose, the sunglasses, the smile, the shoulders, the skin. i dreamt of you. i came home and you were reading my books at the dining table. the books you've read were on the staircase. i offered to bring them upstairs, but you insisted you would take them instead. we brought them together. your

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saw your picture and you have a dali moustache now. i'm starting to remember why i liked you so much in the first place. but that was 5 years ago. it'd have never worked out. but you're still so handsome to me.

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no reason for dry cheeks

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and good days! My housemates have been bugging me to look pretty, and yeah, I think it's about time I quit looking like fucking crap. I bought myself a diamond ring. Pretty! I want (read: need) gold nail polish. Been thinking about getting a job. Been thinking about going back to school. Been thinking about

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i have met perfection. how can i go any lower? it's like, you know how a car is supposed look like. why would i settle with the one with three wheels? how could i? it does not register. unless i wanted a three wheeled car. i dont. and i wont settle with a three wheeled car, not even for the time being. the car will not evolve into a four wheeled car. i'd rather wait. i've seen a four wheeled

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i feel like i just saw you. you with the mess of hair and the lack of sleep. just like old times. i would cook for you. i'm obsessed. we dont need to talk. i just want to stare at that face and listen to that intellect.

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i was really nervous and scared. unfamiliar territories. the unknown. un- everything. it wasn't so bad. meeting someone new. meeting new people. new everything. my nervousness masked the shyness. he was lovely. his friends were lovely. my friends. it's ok. it's alright.

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A lot of people have been wondering what I've been up to since I quit my job. Well, I've moved out of my PJ house to TTDI, and discovered that TTDI is part of KL, and KL's bills are almost 50% more expensive than Selangor. I've got a manja cat, unlike Pokme the Sombong. But still I miss Pokme. I'm web-admin-ning for arterimalaysia. Lots of gardening at home. Lots of wasting money buying plants

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I wrote you a letter, in your memory In your memory, it became a sight of thousand colors

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I knew we were going to bump into each other, and that you were looking at me through the glass door. I thought if I should smile, we were acquainted. I think. Maybe not. You probably didn't even remember me. You opened the door and smiled and so did I.

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Write write write write write. Ctrl+a, delete.

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rambut dah panjang

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come for me you cover me come for me comfort me come for me cover me comfort me comfort me i had a dream no longer to be free i want only to see four walls made of concrete 6 by 6 enclosed soon we're on video oh oh oh feed me twice a day i want to fade away, away come for me cover me come for me comfort me come for me cover me come for me comfort me and after some time i know i would go

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this is your new home

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I thought you were the sweetest kill Did I even know? And all the time we thought we did Was it just for show? If they try to pull you out Would you even go? I thought you were the sweetest kill Did you even know? I held your hand until the light The scars were on the back And all the time we were the right Was it just retract? And they can try to put you down, wear you out Get you through the

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☹

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we can braid our hair together

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You look so lovely like that.

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it's been 2 months. 3? you've successfully been reduced to just sheer memory. a speck of dust. i dont even daydream of meeting anyone. i just want to see you.

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i love your every haircut.

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J'ai compris ta détresse Cher amoureux Et je cède à tes vœux Fais de moi ta maîtresse Loin de nous la sagesse Plus de tristesse J'aspire à l'instant précieux Où nous serons heureux Je te veux

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But what melody will lead my lover from his bed? What melody will see him in my arms again? I'll sing of the walls of the well and the house at the top of the hill I'll sing of the bottles of wine that we left on our old windowsill I'll sing of the years you will spend getting sadder and older Oh love, and the cold, the oncoming cold. The repetitive drums, the accordion, the

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If there's an extra ticket, would you go with me?

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Mak: Awak dah ada boyfriend ke? Me: No. Mak: OK, that's your mission. Me: What? Mak: Cari boyfriend. Raya ni, awak kena pakai baju cantik cantik. Me and my dad: -_- Mak: Lepas tu, every open house we're going to go. Me: And what? Mak nak jatuhkan my saham by telling everyone "Anak saya single!" Mak: What saham? My mother was laughing by then. My dad tries to eat with a straight face. Mak: Awak

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Penduduk Sect 11, 12, 14, 17 & 19 PJ, jika nampak basikal emas, sila pukul budak tu. Bedebah sungguh. Dan bawa balik basikal itu, hubungi saya di dillmalik at gmail dengan email bertajuk 'Barang dah jumpa." Residents of Sect 11, 12, 14, 17 & 19 PJ, if you see this gold bicycle, please beat the living daylights out of that kid and bring back the bicycle, contact me at dillmalik at gmail with an

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Ah-ha, and their Samonella series is the best of the best! The tacky early 00's dubbing of Venezuelan soap opera just kills me! And each episode doesn't continue from the last one, but they always show flashbacks. FUNNY! And this is another series within the Ah-ha series, Club Culture. This one is about well, clubbing etiquettes.

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i'll take the gold, you the silver.

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Finally finished compiling all our interviews and events and pictures! BASITU FTW All except for our very first show, which is the Best Art Show in the Univers. Ironic isn't it?

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Yesterday was a very heavy day. I sink deeper and deeper. Since last year, I made a pact with myself not to succumb to depression and I've been beating myself blue trying to ignore that comforting, deep royal blue feeling. And here's a good speech by Cassius Clay/Muhammad Ali which sort of sounds exactly like what I tell myself before I jump into things. Mr. Liston is an old man, he's 30

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During dinner yesterday, my mother and I were left alone at the table, side by side. She had never noticed me wearing glasses (I started wearing them about 3-4 months ago) and asked when I bought them. I said "Dah lama dah." She asked why didn't I wear the huge ass retro glasses she bought for me, I said they were too common and ugly, mine got stars. (Stars at the edge of my glasses, only meant

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Maybe you don't want to be sweet and charming to everyone so that one exceptional person can be, well, exceptional. I'll be sweet and nice to everyone but sweetest and nicest to you because you're special to me. How about that?

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So um, wanna hold hands?

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Dad: So, awak tak nak tido kat bilik awak dah? Me: Mm, no. Dad: Apa pasal? Me: Ntah. Dad: ... nanti orang datang raya macam mana? All I can think of now is how beautiful Pyongyang is.

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Is making great friends. Like this one, (or two... or three.) who came back from Australia last year and produced this video so fucking ace, you don't ever need to take drugs. In the meantime, I can only dream of having such talent and balls.

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I thought of another way to make my parents hate me. I'll paint them the portrait with Pokme across their laps. My mother will refuse to accept it and will tell me to repaint. So I'll repaint Pokme... as me. Now, this is going to be tricky, but I quite fancy you.

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This song has never failed to get me really sad. Any time, any day.

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Yeah, so despite my funny ideas, I have actually been feeling like utter crap and would really like to leave everything and be absolutely alone with no friends (but my three Chinese male-hoes). I still feel disgusted of having to exist. Gray morning skies don't last long and I am so miserable that my days are not miserable enough. Here's a new band picture, thanks to my band member who's not in

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Sometimes, I ask myself, why why why am I such a genius. During dinner just now, while zoning out, I thought of another family portrait 10x more obnoxious than my previous idea (refer to the blog post before this). The idea was so great (and funny) that I found it really hard to wipe that smile off my face, looking like a fool, smiling alone. I tried and tried, and I looked even more of a fool

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Omygod this is so funny, I had to blog this for future happiness. I just thought of a way to totally win back my parent's affection and undying love for me. As you all probably know, they are trying to get me married and leave the house (read: living room). BUT FRET NOT, ME, for I le genius have thought of the most evil of all evil plans. Meh heh heh. So it started off like this, I told my

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And it's a good thing I don't have to travel far, since it's the monsoon season and KL has been raining almost daily. Life has always been better when it's cold and dark. "And Dill... Thank you." My boss only had that to say during our um, farewell/appreciation dinner with Candice, Azam, and the interns. So many people knew about it, which makes me really nervous when they ask what I will be up

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How dare you say such a thing to me?

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I'm so busy I want to die. The family had a meething and they made a unanimous decision that they want me to get married and move out. Later that weekend, we met up with my uncle and aunt and they had visitors, which happened to be Selangor's ex menteri besar (before Khir Toyo) and she told them all about the unanimous decision. FML? Yes. I met someone who looked just like someone I used to

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Tak tau la nak cakap apa. Kekejaman! And that bloody A'Famosa responded by saying the tiger is 'merely lazy and it's was their nature to do so.' What. The. Duck?

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I want nobody nobody but Our Dear Leader.

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  I The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea     In a beautiful pea green boat, They took some honey, and plenty of money,     Wrapped up in a five pound note. The Owl looked up to the stars above,     And sang to a small guitar, 'O lovely Pussy! O Pussy my love,       What a beautiful Pussy you are,           You are,           You are! What a beautiful Pussy you are!' II

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Listening to this song like I'll be deaf tomorrow, still feeling down. I'm working on some stuff for BAD@MAP, and one of them is this painting. Which looks exactly like my Tok Omar who passed away when I was 9.

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I am just really sad. and this song makes me want to slit my wrists and jump off a dam and cease existence. sorry if your water taste like my rotting corpse.

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Hello. I have started my job as a supposedly Gallery Manager, but when I went to the interview, the gallery assistant told me it was for Project Manager, but now they've changed it to General Manager, and we're all so confused over what position they should give me, that we've agreed on calling me just a new staff.After my 3 month probation, I will be called a General Manager. Mek. I also don't

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I am still in shock of this sudden news (MK told me last night).Along with him, me, chi, Simon and Sheiko will be performing at C&C (that's Cloth & Clef for those who don't read short forms).We have a band now. I think we're going to take this seriously, and take Malaysia's mainstream experimental music (sound? noise?) scene by storm!Rock you like a hurricane!Anyway, I'm very nervous.Wish I don't

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Especially if you're really sad, but want to laugh at the same time.Or laugh because you're too sad.Or it's a funny thing that you're sad.There's something... disturbing about this song, and dark about the script.Detached... awkward...I love it. I admire you chichi. You make me want to fix my Sony.That's a lie. I want to fix my Sony.Btw my Final Cut Pro rosak again.

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I don't know lah, with a tagline like that, I'll think about it.But you seem quite chummy with my friends.

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I got the job. I got the job! I GOT THE MOTHER EFFIN JOB. I GOT THE JOBBBBBBBgrrhuaiufgraaaahhhhhh so happy and nervous, it's making my want to jump off this couch and punch you, and then punch myself, and then punch my cat, and then just jump and punch the wall.Greeergrhhhhh I'm so nervous, even more so after a friend decided to tell me how bloody influential and big my future employers are. I'm

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I will be starring (alongside other more prominent people) in a Suggestions For Lunch Time Activities In KL For Busy Government Workers again!And the best part is, you get to catch it live! Head on over to the Annexe Gallery on the 4th of February, 8pm. Click here for the event page.Also, there's a play happening at ASWARA called Tanda. If you're a fan of Rumah Anak Teater (RAT) and Projek KOKEN,

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aafuesfeoifencjqircqrcqriqr tomey neeee gb fhw oeieiwojeiojeirjrasa macam nak tumbuk muka anjing tu, and then tumbuk myself, and then tumbuk pokme.

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3:30-3:40 I aint got no, I dont live in a goddamn apartment, I live in a townhouse MUTHA FUCKA4:00-4:23 Well I don't know, he look like Jesus Children.JESUS CHILDREN. WOTTTTT. HAHAHAHAH.

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Click the picture to see what http://birt.ru/s/d.jpg is all about.

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Found at home.I just came back from dinner, and that guy who works at Khadijah's Kitchen Sect 12 IS SO BLOODY CUTE IF HE WERE SINGLE HE'D BE MY NEXT SOULMATE.The radio played a Panic At The Disco's song, something that went 'closing the goddamn door'.Funny thing is, they censored the word 'God' instead of 'damn'.Now, if I were a mother, I'd go ballistic furious if he said 'damn' to me.But then

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I have forgotten what it's like to document my life in pictures. I really need a new film camera.If you happen to have extra cash and don't feel like donating them to Haiti, I am here for you.Jangan resah, derma to me.

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Ok ok, so I am fickle.Kinda nailed yesterday's interview, but I'm so nervous for the next one.So something weird happened yesterday that has left me feeling rather disturbed...The first interviewer said to me (while smiling) that he hopes I don't get other jobs after my interviews with them so that I can work with him, though he insisted that he'll pray for the best for me. (He's Christian so,

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Got this from popIn, click hereSo tomey I so geram I want to kunyah all the cats.Oh ya, since I've been on regular medication, Pokme has been avoiding me.SADFACEBOOHOO

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Stenciled, 2007, ElectricblueTV. Picture by Uzair SawalI'm sure not all of you know that I co-founded and managed Kurasaraksasa! since 2007.I was really proud of it, yes.Being really busy with that and even contemplated on quitting college.Too busy to be depressed.Organising, replying, meeting new people, amazing people, interviews.It was great until... well, I suppose we all grew up.All of us

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There will be a green light.

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So about 2 weeks ago, I emailed my resumé to a company I thought I totally nailed.As a back-up, I also sent it to another graphic design firm (PUKE FEST WOO HOO).Unfortunately, both of them didn't reply, and I was scared shitless thinking my diploma and work experience would be enough.So I spent one whole day last week emailing fuckloads of people for jobs I thought I wanted.That Birmingham

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