tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613261389326227052024-03-08T20:58:18.163+07:00TIGER\\MOMMAMuch stronger than leopards, more massiveAdindi Ramadhaniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16649187013275312691noreply@blogger.comBlogger158125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1961326138932622705.post-89100927788437843182013-11-13T22:03:00.005+07:002013-11-13T22:03:20.953+07:00Mankind needs to learn to be more acceptingSure, I’m guilty of judging people, as is almost everyone, but I
don’t know why people have to be so mean to others. Why would someone
ever want to put another person down for what they do in their personal
life? Unless it’s directly affecting you, keep your mouth shut. Weather
someone’s being judged for what they wear, what they look like, if they
have a disorder, whatever it is, it seems like people are always so
quick to say nasty things, and right to the persons face! I just don’t
get why if people have hurtful things to say they can’t just keep them
to themselves or hey, maybe even find something better to do with their
time?Adindi Ramadhaniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16649187013275312691noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1961326138932622705.post-28743557938824473392013-10-14T04:39:00.001+07:002013-10-14T04:39:06.757+07:00If only you knew what goes through my mind everyday….<br />
As I’ve grown, I’ve learned several things.<br />
Life’s full of disappointments & people you trusted will sooner or later let you down.<br />
I’ve learned that often those you love will love someone else & there’s only one way to fall; fast & hard.<br />
I’ve learned that out of thousands of smiles, it takes one to touch your heart.<br />
I’ve found that words can be deceiving, but the truth always lies in a person’s eyes.<br />
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I’ve learned that everything can change in the blink of an eye & tears often come without invitation.<br />
I’ve learned crying can make us stronger & there’s never too much love to go around.<br />
I’ve learned that prejudice helps no one & that weapons don’t hurt people, people hurt people.<br />
I’ve learned sticks & stones may leave cuts & bruises but harsh words leave scars.<br />
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I’ve found that every time you give someone a piece of your heart, it’s a piece that you’ll never get back.<br />
I’ve learned the past is meant to be put behind us & we can’t dwell on regrets, for what’s done is done.<br />
I’ve
learned that trusting yourself is the first step & that
forgiving is remembering that helps your own heart more then theirs.<br />
I’ve found that family isn’t always blood & everyone is someone’s hero.<br />
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I’ve learned life’s unexpected & that God can do anything.<br />
I’ve learned some things aren’t meant to be understood & that only time heals.<br />
I’ve found that imagination is our greatest gift & that we’re meant to dream for a reason.<br />
I’ve learned it’s never too late to fall in love & that being “beautiful” is all on the inside.<br />
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Mistakes are our best teachers & everything happens for a reason.<br />
Only then can you live life to it’s full & true potential.Adindi Ramadhaniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16649187013275312691noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1961326138932622705.post-75025346798421313742013-08-05T07:12:00.004+07:002013-08-05T07:12:27.511+07:00FEAR<div style="text-align: left;">
I have this fear that one day you’ll
finally get a good look at me and I’m going to disappoint you because
you’ll see that I’m not as strong or as good as you think I am. And I’m
afraid that it will change the way you think about me.</div>
Adindi Ramadhaniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16649187013275312691noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1961326138932622705.post-215312368264704562013-07-18T09:47:00.003+07:002013-07-18T09:47:59.187+07:00INCONSIDERATE & SELF-CENTEREDI don’t understand how I can be nothing but nice and a good friend to
you, how I can go so long without judging you even though you’re a
fucking mess, how I can give you so much advice to try and make things
better, and you can turn around and treat me like I’m irrelevant. I
don’t look for an eye roll every time I speak about myself in return for
helping you through every single one of your problems over the past
year. Have some common courtesy, or else stop asking me for help. Adindi Ramadhaniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16649187013275312691noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1961326138932622705.post-29468538421971650322013-07-16T09:47:00.000+07:002013-07-16T09:48:49.822+07:00Me.If you're going to fall in love with me, it's only fair that you know what you are falling in love with.<br />
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You
are falling in love with my insecurities, and my obsession with trying
to figure out what everyone thinks of me. You are falling in love with
my immaturity, my constant need to feel loved and appreciated, my
overactive tear ducts, my internet obsession, my tendency to be too
clingy. You fall in love with my troubled past, and my hopes and dreams,
and how I'm hopeless romantic at heart. If you fall in love with me,
you fall in love with my self-hate and all my imperfections and my
perception that nobody could ever love me.<br />
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But, you are
also falling in love with the way my eyes will smile when I'm with you,
the way I will text you in the mornings just telling you I hope you
have a great day. You are falling in love with the occasionally humorous
and/or thought-provoking things I say, and the way I blush when people
ask me about you. But, to me, the most important thing will be that you
are falling in love with me, despite my thinking that it is impossible.<br />
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So... let's fall in love and get to know each other better, shall we? ♥<!--3-->Adindi Ramadhaniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16649187013275312691noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1961326138932622705.post-53522141471618911842013-04-11T23:58:00.000+07:002013-04-11T23:58:22.111+07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Sometimes I feel like all you do is lie to me. You're two completely different people with and without me. You show me one side which I believe is the real you. Then, when you are with others, you show them a completely different side that often contradicts what you tell me. It fucking hurts like hell not knowing which is even the "real" you. If you lied to me about so many little things, who's to say you haven't lied about things that matter before? Why even lie to me? Be honest with me and don't make me feel like I'm your part time friend. Not only does it hurt, its irritating as fuck knowing that I would bend over backwards for you and you don't care nearly as much. I feel like I don't meet your standards. I feel like you really don't like me. I feel so stupid for believing everything you say to me. I feel so pathetic knowing I'm practically clay in your hands. I feel so betrayed by you when you lie to me. I feel so... replaceable. But despite all this I know I'll always hang around because some little part of me tells me you do show your true self to me. You make everything okay again with a simple words. It's that little tiny part of me that allows the way you treat me to be excuseable. Something in me says "This time will be different. Trust me" So I do. And I am left feeling so horrible about myself, doubting myself, and putting myself back together when it's all over. All in preparation for the upcoming cycle.</div>
Adindi Ramadhaniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16649187013275312691noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1961326138932622705.post-53988007120306062112013-02-08T02:03:00.001+07:002013-02-08T02:03:27.532+07:00February 8th, 2013If I could trade this sleep, I would.
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<br>Just to spend all night laying awake next to you.
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<br>I would fuel myself with coffee and your kisses,
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<br>A daily morning routine.
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<br>Come home.
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<br>Best regards,
<br>Adindi RamadhaniaAdindi Ramadhaniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16649187013275312691noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1961326138932622705.post-26825801751337649082013-02-04T17:54:00.000+07:002013-02-04T17:56:58.854+07:00Hi.<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jDlgZLQW-oc/UQ-T-0-FtWI/AAAAAAAACMQ/9R6LtfSZ9zc/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FNTQzMS5KUEc%253D%253F%253D-718855"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jDlgZLQW-oc/UQ-T-0-FtWI/AAAAAAAACMQ/9R6LtfSZ9zc/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FNTQzMS5KUEc%253D%253F%253D-718855" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5841049949303059810" /></a></p>I just wanted to tell you good news, that now I'm back to being a student (yay, or no?) Yep, I finally decided to take master degree at UI. Yes of course this' also supported by the miracle of God by making me pass the test lol
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<br>This decision certainly have good and bad sides. However, this is a decision that I took, and like it or not, I've to live with a vengeance. Last weekend, I went through college orientation in Rumah Perubahan, Rhenald Kasali School for Enterpreneurs. Very interesting, yet many things are stressful. Looks like next year and a half I'll be undergoing heavy days.
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<br>But that's it! Fighting!
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<br>Ps. My group get ranked as the second best. And this is our happy faces. See ya!
<br>Best regards,
<br>Adindi RamadhaniaAdindi Ramadhaniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16649187013275312691noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1961326138932622705.post-24067902176302760122013-01-31T22:22:00.001+07:002013-01-31T22:22:43.153+07:00I think one of the hardest parts of my maturity over these past two years was the fact that I had to accept that my parents weren't as flawless as I thought them to be before. I'm still grateful for what they did for me in how they raised me and everything, but now there are just some things I realize about them that are far from ok.
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<br>Like from them telling me I wasn't beautiful in middle school to now when they keep forcing the ideals of something and money from society that they know I don't want to be a part of.
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<br>I don't care if "that's the wat the world works". I'm different, yeah. And if I try to change myself then I'll have accomplished nothing.
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<br>Thinking differently and being aware of the problems in this world isn't enough. You have to live by your ideals too, and not submit to those of others.
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<br>I guess in that aspect I've outgrown you, haven't I?
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<br>Best regards,
<br>Adindi RamadhaniaAdindi Ramadhaniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16649187013275312691noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1961326138932622705.post-7223838947643135242012-11-04T15:04:00.001+07:002012-11-04T15:04:32.028+07:004/11/2012 - breakdownI'm not hungry
<br>I just had two apples that should be enough
<br>I have this hole in my stomach that needs to be filled with food or completely empty
<br>I wish I was strong
<br>I wish I was dead
<br>I wish I had the guts to end it
<br>I wish I was pretty
<br>I wish I was smart
<br>I wish I was courageous
<br>I wish I was someone else
<br>I'm not hungry
<br>I am a loser
<br>I have no friends
<br>I am invisible
<br>I am imaginary
<br>I am not real this is all fake, just a figment of my imagination
<br>Everyone thinks all I am doing is for attention
<br>They are the enemy, no one is an ally
<br>I am in pain. I express my mental pain through physically harming myself
<br>I deserve nothing
<br>My life will be better when I lose this weight
<br>People will love me if I am thinner
<br>I want to be the thinnest to prove I'm in the most pain
<br>My thighs are disgusting
<br>My stomach is gigantic
<br>My arms are so flabby
<br>I have a quad chin
<br>My calves are the size of actual baby cows
<br>My fingers are so pudgy
<br>My love handles and muffin top hang like 10 spare tyres
<br>Binging proves how fat I really am
<br>I weigh 100 kilos my scale lies to me
<br>I never want to wake up
<br>No one loves me
<br>They will be better off once I'm gone
<br>I will stop wasting peoples time and money
<br>I am so fucking stupid, I always think good things will happen for me
<br>I am going to binge
<br>I am not hungry
<br>I want to purge everything out
<br>I want to tear out my heart
<br>Pain calms me
<br>I need all the food
<br>I want all the food
<br>I don't deserve the food
<br>I am too fat for food
<br>I WILL DIE SOON
<br>Best regards,
<br>Adindi RamadhaniaAdindi Ramadhaniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16649187013275312691noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1961326138932622705.post-35789210148008565982012-09-23T06:43:00.001+07:002012-09-23T06:43:13.125+07:00I'm actually fucking delusional right now.Was in bed trying to fall asleep, which I didn't until 5:00 a.m. because of a damn migraine. Then I ended up waking up every half hour because my brain wouldn't shut the fuck up. I've been up since 6:30 a.m., clearly only gaining 1 and a half hours of sleep. 
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<br>Fuck my life right now.
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<br>Best regards,
<br>Adindi RamadhaniaAdindi Ramadhaniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16649187013275312691noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1961326138932622705.post-62984676247560469502012-09-11T23:12:00.001+07:002012-09-11T23:12:38.014+07:00Sometimes I feel like I live my life through a rearview mirror.
<br>Always leaving behind someone who means everything.
<br>I thought this would get easier.
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<br>Sometimes, I dont know how I force myself to keep driving.
<br>When all I want is to stay with you. To stay frozen in a moment.
<br>To feel complete.
<br>Sometimes just thinking about you makes it hard to breathe.
<br>My muscles ache and surge without you.
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<br>I think about the nights we lay there deep in conversation.
<br>When you tell me thing that I love to hear.
<br>The heavier the eyelids, the sincerer the words.
<br>I can honestly say, I love you with all the spaces in between.
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<br>You're like the stars in my night sky.
<br>The good part of my day.
<br>An addiction of the best kind.
<br>You dont know how beautiful you are.
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<br>These days, I dont believe in much.
<br>But I believe in you and me.
<br>I believe in having a love so strong it makes you feel weak.
<br>I believe in having a love so strong that it makes your eyes water.
<br>Theres no greater feeling than falling into you.
<br>Faith. 
<br>Best regards,
<br>Adindi RamadhaniaAdindi Ramadhaniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16649187013275312691noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1961326138932622705.post-80992585947947126602012-09-01T15:23:00.001+07:002012-09-01T15:23:53.971+07:00Worthless. Hopeless. Useless. Broken. As always.Dude, I'm a denial of human being. I'm not good for anything. I hate myself and my life.
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<br>I understand why things are the way they are...
<br>it hurts, but I understand it.
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<br>People closest to me are better off without me in their lives.
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<br>This fact has been proven a few times and I'm getting to the point where I just have to accept it, even if it does hurt a hell of a lot.
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<br>We all have that moment where we're just sitting there- our face buried in our hands, tears streaming down our face as we try to remain silent, it feels like your whole world is burning down around you and all you can do is sit there and watch it happen. We've all had it at some point. Try having that feeling every second, of every day. Welcome to my life.
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<br>"She is tired of giving her all and do not receive not even the half. She was so broken she got used to. Nothing could hurt her more anymore. She was on the edge of pain. Now, she's dead inside. People who she loves don't even hesitate before hurting her. She shouldn't be alive. She feels that everyday, there are too many too problems, she can't even know what is to be loved anymore. She's lost with no place to go. Her eyes are always wet. No one knows how to dry them. She needs to be strong. And she is. But the limit is coming. She lost her faith, she lost her life. And now, she is going to sleep. Good night."
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<br>Best regards,
<br>Adindi RamadhaniaAdindi Ramadhaniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16649187013275312691noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1961326138932622705.post-52197250199832013202012-08-30T03:13:00.001+07:002012-08-30T03:13:53.084+07:00Life is a surprise.I absolutely adore the smell and texture of a second hand book.  I am awed by the very fact that someone else has touched the exact same places on a page that I have.  I am mystified that someone else in the world has shared the exact same, perfect fantasy that I have whilst diving into the depths of a novel.  I never fail to become emotionally attached to at least one character in a book.  I wish that my life were a story sometimes… scripted, thought out, planned… Then I realise that, that is not what life is about.  Life is supposed to be spontaneous and an adventure, and no matter how beautiful it is to read a perfect story… It can never be as inspiring as creating your own life day-by-day.  
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<br>I know that I have many flaws and imperfections and that my actions are un-called for and horrendous sometimes.  But then I realise that I would not be sitting here, where I am right now if I had not done everything in my life that I have.  Maybe if I had done things differently, then yes, I could be sitting somewhere else that is far better or I could be somewhere else far worse.  But right now, I am happy.  I have my health, I have a roof over my head and some cash flow.  There is nothing particularly bad about my life right now, except the problems that I create in my head. 
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<br>One of these days, someone is going to completely whisk me off my feet and fall in love with every imperfection and flaw that I have, perhaps even love me FOR them.  We'll see.  It could be you, it could be anyone. I wish I could look into the future and see just a glimpse of where I am in thirty or so years.  But I guess that is the whole point of surprises… Right? 
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<br>Best regards,
<br>Adindi RamadhaniaAdindi Ramadhaniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16649187013275312691noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1961326138932622705.post-6515931993788543652012-08-29T09:38:00.001+07:002012-08-29T09:38:08.132+07:00I am too indifferent recently. I'm scared.
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<br>why do I always hurt the people I love. 
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<br>what am I doing with my life. 
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<br>I just want to curl up in a corner with a good book and escape 
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<br>how shocking it is that putting on a smile is become all too easy. I don't even have to try.
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<br>I like how easy it is to distract myself during the day, but those moments with just myself get to me.
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<br>too overwhelmed.
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<br>Best regards,
<br>Adindi RamadhaniaAdindi Ramadhaniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16649187013275312691noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1961326138932622705.post-22095064608551810662012-08-26T02:08:00.001+07:002012-08-26T02:08:30.168+07:00Why is all this happening? I'm getting worse and nobody has noticed.
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<br>Nobody cares. I don't mean anything to you, right?
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<br>Well, then you can fuck off and just leave me alone to die.
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<br>Best regards,
<br>Adindi RamadhaniaAdindi Ramadhaniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16649187013275312691noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1961326138932622705.post-40339112808233402002012-08-18T02:31:00.001+07:002012-08-18T02:31:35.937+07:00What the fuck is the point of learning and trying to gain perspective if you prevent your child from learning opposing views. Or if you personally don't remain open to listening to other views on life, religion, whatever it happens to be. HAVING A CLOSED MIND DOESN'T MAKE YOU A BETTER PERSON. In my opinion it  prevents you from reaching your fullest potential.
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<br>Best regards,
<br>Adindi RamadhaniaAdindi Ramadhaniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16649187013275312691noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1961326138932622705.post-22678746092073092952012-08-11T06:40:00.001+07:002012-08-11T06:40:06.791+07:00Biggest head doer is when someone tells you they're gonna do something and they go on and on about it for weeks and they make you all excited about it and when the time comes they end being too chicken to do it. Why do i even bother? Do me a favour and stop talking to me. Why are we even friends? so tired of your shit LOL
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<br>Best regards,
<br>Adindi RamadhaniaAdindi Ramadhaniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16649187013275312691noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1961326138932622705.post-64360240764576090112012-08-03T18:45:00.000+07:002012-08-03T18:51:12.026+07:00Okay, well.I would just like to say that I love 2PM, and I love Nichkhun and I will always support every single one of those boys, because I am and will remain a Hottest. But regardless of if it was 100% Khun's fault, it doesn't change the fact that he was driving intoxicated. As much as you can love an idol, that's not okay. It's not a good thing that he made this mistake because it 'made him human'.
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<br>I think it's interesting how obsessed with an idol we can become that we can make even the worst of the worst actions seem OK. 1 person dies every 31 minutes because of someone who made the same mistake Nichkhun did. What if he hadn't hit a man? What if he had hit a child, a pregnant woman, or a senior citizen?
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<br>It's okay to forgive, but its not okay to say that he did nothing wrong. It's not okay to reprimand Siwon from Super Junior, for making a comment about how what Nichkhun did was wrong. It's not okay to say that it is none of Siwon's business. Because how long ago was it, that Nichkhun himself decided to make a comment about Block B's issue in Thailand? And then that said complaint sent Nickhun's fans into an outcry. They all began this overwhelming hatred for Block B, in the end more and more people joined in. They all even signed a petition to have Block B member's KILL THEMSELVES, ultimately sending P.O. to the hospital, because he had been diagnosed with stress induced schizophrenia. Hottestes are being very hypocritical right now. Why is Nichkhun, and the rest of 2PM, allowed to make Block B look bad for being insensitive… yet Siwon is a horrible person for saying what Khun had done was wrong? Khun could have killed someone, and no matter what the other driver did, it still would have been his fault.
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<br>Everyone needs to know that just because someone is your bias, doesn't mean that they are incapable of wrong doing. And when they do in fact do something wrong, its okay for them to receive criticism.
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<br>And don't get me wrong. I'm still Hottest. And I miss Nichkhun so much.
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<br>Best regards,
<br>Adindi RamadhaniaAdindi Ramadhaniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16649187013275312691noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1961326138932622705.post-38555706144859418752012-07-16T22:52:00.003+07:002012-07-16T22:52:50.401+07:00Rather than Sex,<div class="post_content">
I’d rather , <br />
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<li>watch a movie with you. </li>
<li>Cuddle with you </li>
<li>Hug you untill the end of time. </li>
<li>Hold hands with you </li>
<li>Kiss you on the cheek. </li>
<li>Go to an Amusement park. </li>
<li>Get to know you better. </li>
<li>Meet your friends. </li>
<li>Have fun game nights. </li>
<li>Chill. </li>
<li>Get to know each other’s family. </li>
<li>Spend time with family. </li>
<li>Cook with each other. </li>
<li>Have a study date. </li>
<li>teach new things to each other. </li>
<li>Try out new things. </li>
<li>Just love each other emotionally.</li>
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</div>Adindi Ramadhaniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16649187013275312691noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1961326138932622705.post-90465848698488658892012-07-10T03:11:00.001+07:002012-07-10T03:11:57.726+07:00I need someone to come with me on a shopping tripTo somewhere like London or basically anywhere with a big topshop; I really like this leather jacket but its a lot of money. I dont mind spending money on a jacket that is good quality and will last but I'd like to try it on first. 
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<br>SOMEONE COME SHOPPING WITH ME.
<br>Pleeeease?
<br>Best regards,
<br>Adindi RamadhaniaAdindi Ramadhaniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16649187013275312691noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1961326138932622705.post-84554245409206963392012-07-09T05:40:00.001+07:002012-07-09T05:40:35.303+07:00I still don't understand why people like zombies so much.Or would ever want a zombie apocalypse.
<br>THEY EAT YOUR FUCKING FLESH, WHILE YOU'RE ALIVE. do you not get how much that'll hurt? Fuck man. Plus you don't know what could really kill them, or even if they could be killed. You don't know how fast they are, or if they sleep.
<br>You can't just go off of what you've seen in movies/television or read in books. There's no way to tell what is right. Until it actually happens.
<br>And I'm sure that when or if it ever happens, you'd all be shitting your pants, freaking out, crying and wishing that you never wanted that to happen.
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<br>Just a little "rant"
<br>Best regards,
<br>Adindi RamadhaniaAdindi Ramadhaniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16649187013275312691noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1961326138932622705.post-63014346319021772412012-05-10T00:50:00.001+07:002012-05-10T00:50:21.626+07:00One Day, I'll Shine Brighter Than the Sun.I never felt like I  "fit in" here. I used to always feel like I blended in the background of life..Just standing there.......motionless, invisible. Watching my surroundings and people coming in and out of my life, creating chapters in my novel. If my mind was simple, things would be fine. But it's not. I over analyze every situation-contemplating whether or not it's a good thing or a bad thing, the consequences, rewards, and if another option was chosen if the outcome would be different. Why me? Why was I chosen to be on this path, to face these hardships and blessings? Why does it feel like I am the one who tries to be nice to everyone and go out of my for people who could care less about me? I try to be humble but it sucks not being acknowledged most of the time. One day I'll shed this outer layer of being vulnerable to love everyone. One day I'll no longer be invisible.
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<br>One day, I'll shine brighter than the sun. 
<br>Best regards,
<br>Adindi RamadhaniaAdindi Ramadhaniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16649187013275312691noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1961326138932622705.post-91495042724882221332012-05-09T00:42:00.001+07:002012-05-09T00:42:17.526+07:00WhyDo I seem to be incapable of making any form of right decision? I swear to god it's like I strive to fuck up every aspect of my life, even if it's laid out on a plate to be as easy as possible. Ugh. Messed up sleeping patterns, lack of food today, lack of money, bad relationship; bad mood.
<br>Best regards,
<br>Adindi MRAdindi Ramadhaniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16649187013275312691noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1961326138932622705.post-68802865367304856012012-05-07T10:35:00.000+07:002012-05-07T10:36:04.681+07:00Google Translate please reflect on the error of your ways.Yes, I am sick and using Google Translate because,
<br>a) my immune system is shutting down,
<br>b) my brain isn't working and,
<br>c) I'd much rather be watching season 5 of Skins… Don't judge me.
<br>Best regards,
<br>Adindi RamadhaniaAdindi Ramadhaniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16649187013275312691noreply@blogger.com0