tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52612971967877039532011-07-08T15:40:28.060+08:00Thoughts of a fickle mind & Emotions of a little heartThe Usual Suspecthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12780840130123311197noreply@blogger.comBlogger101100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5261297196787703953.post-57391515962629964172011-02-19T04:36:00.000+08:002011-02-19T04:36:00.376+08:00

It's a quarter after four, I'm little drunk and I need you now,I wonder if  ever crossed your mind, For me it happens all the time. -adapted from a song of the radio playing in the background. Sending this out to the one that got away. Your know your "The Cure" that I've been looking for. Good Night Doc.

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Time: 3.59am Last Blog Post: 2years 4months ago. Initially, this blog was inspired by a good friend and her life back in University. Having to deal with problems of a final year student didn't much help due to the fact that the only person she "had loved" was far out at sea. Well as the saying goes, "Nothing lasts forever"..hmm, kinda reminds me of  a song I once heard. Oh well if you must know,

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She had been trying very hard not to admit it, but there was something about this new person that made her hair stand on it's ends whenever she was around him. Ever since their first encounter at his presentation, she would often get caught red handed by her peers giggling to herself  like a "no brain bimbo" for no reason at all. Perhaps she was too lost in her little fairytale, where she would

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DISCLAIMER - The author of this blog intends to make known that posts are purely work fiction and the sole purpose is to entertain readers and not to damage or hurt any particular person / party's reputation in the process. Any parties that may feel or claim to have similar happenings in their own lives should disregard and not read this blog should they feel it to bring or cause them mental or

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It was in the wee hours of the morning just like any other day, when her beloved bunker boy got out of his bunk, put on his overalls and headed up to deck to begin his 12-hour shift. Working on board a dredger sure was tough but he didn't mind it at all. He knew that come month end he would have money to send back to the folks, some to put away in his stash which he was saving up to get married

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It was the middle of the afternoon and there she sat at the back of the class, her hands clasped against her faced.. Hiding beneath it a very flushed red appearance, one of a teenage girl having her first crush..he had not noticed, but all through her team's presentation she had nicely positioned herself in a way that she could feast her eyes on him.. In the past two days, she had not taught

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"Sticks and Stones may break my bones, but MY BOY FRIEND LOVES ME" was what she uttered when her friends had their usual bashing session of her. Of course bashing sessions were a usual thing among them and it was a free for all on whatever secrets one had knowledge about the other, but somehow she was always the one being riddled by bullets the most. This was nothing to her as all she cared

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Little Miss Ameboba had a trying childhood growing up, she was as obvious as a spec you may say. All through her life people wouldn't haven taken two looks at this sad and lonely girl. Never had she the pleasure of being asked out for a movie, a secret note passed on to her by an  admirer nor a flower left on her desk during Valentines by some anonymous lad that had hoped to win her heart. But

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She had a mix of emotions in the past coming days..Happiness, joy, excitement, loneliness, regret and most importantly GUILT.. She could not comprehend what was becoming of her, one part a loyal lover and another tangled up in the thrill of fresh meat.. Would she use the "just be friends technique" once more?? After all it had work spectacularly in the past to haul up such an awesome catch, not

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Little Miss "Ameboba" had a very trying experience growing up, she was as obvious as about a spec if you could say, everyone would pass her unnoticingly but all this was about to change..It was her first year as freshie when their eyes met, and even though he was bit bit shy, she found him growing on her..he mastered in the arts of road works, but somehow his destiny was to be a man of the sea..

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