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I know my blog is dead. Rarely, or never has pictures. I blog boring stuffs. Still, I love to blog eventhough I know there might even be nobody reading my blog. Oh well, I blog to express anyway. Not to impress.
So if you find my blog is boring and lame or too emo, dont bother criticising because I wont give a shit about it.

owner Once bitten, twice shy Life has always been a huge roller coaster ride for me, full of ups and downs, making me start to get tired of it. I feel like getting love drunk, falling into this beautiful dream and not coming out to face the reality. Ibniputra's Syahidah

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I miss that cheeky boy of mine. I miss how irritating he can be. I miss his smile and laughter. I miss rubbing his boncet tummy. I miss pinching his cheeks even when he doesnt like it. I miss his nonsense lame jokes which I still find funny and laughed to it. I miss hearing him self-praising. I miss listening to his voice. I miss the times when he always sing for me. I miss hearing him complaining that he's hungry. I miss hearing him saying how bloated he is after he eat. I miss the nights he used to surprise me by picking me up after I do closing at work. I miss him picking me up with his bike at night then cycle me home. I miss how we always stay outside my neighbour's house till early morning. I miss falling asleep on his lap. I miss going shopping with him. I miss our late night happy meals at central. I miss how he always wink at me at work. I miss hugging him outside the lift and not letting him go home. I miss our craps when we look at people and criticise them. I miss how he always tries to build up my confidence each time I look down on myself. I miss him disturbing me in the cinema when I cried for the movie, then giving me his handkerchief. I miss playing with his bulu kaki. I miss tickling his armpit. I miss the night when he piggyback me from level one till four because he wants to show that he's strong. I miss having him look at me then suddenly pinch my cheeks saying that I'm cute. I miss staring at his face then make him clueless to why I'm doing that. Many more, I just miss him so much.

I miss you, Ibniputra.

Baru dua hari. If he go NS already, I think I go crazy..