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♥ Nadiah Ali ♥
Love is always patient and kind. It is never jealous. Love is never boastful or conceited. It is never rude or selfish. It does not take offense and is not resentful.
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i gave up. written by nadiahStitch at Monday, March 21, 2011 & got 0 Comments
 these are my family now. Tears rolling down my cheeks, from all of this bullpoopie that has been going on in my life right now. I'm so sick of it, getting scolded almost every single time. They just don't seem to wanna take a break, and destroy my life, bits by bits. I didn't even do anything but yet, and I'm getting scolded for something I didn't start. I didn't start this war, she did. I didn't want to make things worse, but she made me do it. I've gotten myself involve in this, there's no way out. One solution, that will lead to my happy ending. Unsure of what to do, but yet I got to keep on moving forward. I'm not going to worry about my future, if this solution is what I'm going to follow. I'll just go along with it, and see what my future holds for me.
Pack my bags, is what I'm going to do. Pack my bags, leave this place. A place where once its been called my home. A place where I run to every single time my heart gets broken, be it because of my friends, or the boys I once loved. A place where once I feel safe from all the bullpoopie that has been happening in my life. Friends left me, one by one, and I don't know why. What is my fault? Or theirs? A question which I will never know the answer. But I know this place, a place where I once called my home, will make me feel safe and happy again. Where I know this place, the people live in, which I once called my family, will always have my back. But I was wrong. I felt betrayed, I felt like as if they're turning their back on me.
Every time I came back home, I don't feel the love in this place like I used to. I don't feel safe anymore, being here. I don't feel happy, always sad and depressed. This isn't a place I should be, not anymore. I'm not going to stay and break my heart even more every single day. So I've made up my mind, I'm going to find a place to live and get out of this house. They left me with no choice. So, I'm packing my bags and leave. Forever I will, and never turning back. Not gonna look back, just going to move forward. But they will never be forgotten, never be abandoned. Maybe one day I'll come back, but not to live again with them, but going to help them, for all the things I've done towards them. I'm going to pay them back for all the things I've used.
Don't come find me, I'll run away as far as I can. Don't try to contact me, as I will never answer. I'll be independent, don't worry about me. I can survive, without any of you. I don't need the help of you guys anymore, I can live on my own. I'm done fighting. I'm going away, ain't gonna be a burden no more. Don't come looking for me, as I'm going to run away as far as I could...
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i gave up. written by nadiahStitch atMonday, March 21, 2011 & got 0 Comments
these are my family now. Tears rolling down my cheeks, from all of this bullpoopie that has been going on in my life right now. I'm so sick of it, getting scolded almost every single time. They just don't seem to wanna take a break, and destroy my life, bits by bits. I didn't even do anything but yet, and I'm getting scolded for something I didn't start. I didn't start this war, she did. I didn't want to make things worse, but she made me do it. I've gotten myself involve in this, there's no way out. One solution, that will lead to my happy ending. Unsure of what to do, but yet I got to keep on moving forward. I'm not going to worry about my future, if this solution is what I'm going to follow. I'll just go along with it, and see what my future holds for me.
Pack my bags, is what I'm going to do. Pack my bags, leave this place. A place where once its been called my home. A place where I run to every single time my heart gets broken, be it because of my friends, or the boys I once loved. A place where once I feel safe from all the bullpoopie that has been happening in my life. Friends left me, one by one, and I don't know why. What is my fault? Or theirs? A question which I will never know the answer. But I know this place, a place where I once called my home, will make me feel safe and happy again. Where I know this place, the people live in, which I once called my family, will always have my back. But I was wrong. I felt betrayed, I felt like as if they're turning their back on me.
Every time I came back home, I don't feel the love in this place like I used to. I don't feel safe anymore, being here. I don't feel happy, always sad and depressed. This isn't a place I should be, not anymore. I'm not going to stay and break my heart even more every single day. So I've made up my mind, I'm going to find a place to live and get out of this house. They left me with no choice. So, I'm packing my bags and leave. Forever I will, and never turning back. Not gonna look back, just going to move forward. But they will never be forgotten, never be abandoned. Maybe one day I'll come back, but not to live again with them, but going to help them, for all the things I've done towards them. I'm going to pay them back for all the things I've used.
Don't come find me, I'll run away as far as I can. Don't try to contact me, as I will never answer. I'll be independent, don't worry about me. I can survive, without any of you. I don't need the help of you guys anymore, I can live on my own. I'm done fighting. I'm going away, ain't gonna be a burden no more. Don't come looking for me, as I'm going to run away as far as I could...
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Promise you won't fall in love with me
I'm Nadiah, and im 23years old this year. I'm born on the 22nd July 1993. My family tree is complicated but I still love and treasure them. I am grateful to have my family through all the ups and downs in my life and they have never given up on me no matter how much I screwed up my life. My life is not perfect, but I am thankful to be where I am today and all the accomplishments I had along the way. I am grateful for the people I met along the way, especially my close friends and my loved ones who are always there for me. My blog is where I share my memories & problems with. It's where I pour my heart out without feeling afraid of anyone judging me. I do love writing and I don't blog that much, but I do blog when I feel inspired to or when I feel like it.
I'm a very shy person when you first meet me, but I can be as crazy as you are when you get to know me better. I'm not much of a person who shares my stories, but I can be a good listener. I've always been dreaming of travelling around the world.
You can find out more about me by reading my blog, thankyou!
nadiahStitch ♥
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Ze Love Patisserie
Baking has always been my passion ever since I was young. I love watching people bake different pastries and desserts to the point where I grew up wanting to know more about it. So, along the way I tried different pastries and till this day, I'll never stop trying out new flavors and pastries.
For now, I do take orders for occasions such as Chinese New Year, Hari Raya, etc. But currently, only Honey Cornflakes is available.
Flavors available for Honey Cornflakes: Original, 100&1000s, Chocolate Sprinkles, Rainbow Sprinkles
Prices of Original:
Small bottle (50pcs) - $17
Big bottle (100pcs) - $30
Prices of Flavored Ones:
Small bottle (50ocs) - $19
Big bottle (100pcs) - $34
If you like to order, do contact me at my email: nnadiah.ali@gmail.com
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Ze Henna Works
I found love in Henna since the first time I did mine back in 2005. Ever since then, I grew a passion in drawing Henna for other people. I challenged myself to draw different desings be it bridal, simple ones, tribal ones and even animal designs.
I do henna for bridal as well as events. To enquire more about it, do drop me an email at ZeHennaWorks@gmail.com
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