tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85821961797997096462024-03-05T17:16:13.871-08:00I don't believe that anybody feels the way I do about you now.Illihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08018882578036357163noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8582196179799709646.post-35157808653277335432012-01-18T02:40:00.000-08:002012-01-18T02:41:12.526-08:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The Perishers - My Heart</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I love this song.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div>It’s my heart you’re stealing<br />It’s my heart you take<br />It’s my heart you’re dealing with<br />And it’s my heart you’ll break<br /><br />It’s my heart you’re taking<br />It’s breaking bit by bit<br />It’s my heart you’re dealing with<br />But you don’t know about it<br /><br />If you’d feel like I feel<br />And if you’d know what I know<br />I don’t think you’d ever play me<br />I know you’d never play me</span></span>Illihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08018882578036357163noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8582196179799709646.post-82587010498180935692012-01-11T04:24:00.001-08:002012-01-18T02:41:35.727-08:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Tdy is me and Din's 1 year anniversary. Honestly, i didnt think we will make it to one year cos we totally rushed this relationship and we hadnt much time with each othr as being friends. Bt oh well. Din is my first boyfriend and im actually very ecstatic tht i rly made a right choice on allowing him to be my first cos i prolly gna do most of my 'first' things with me. I mean like he is jus so amazing like i knw i cnt say tht cos i cnt compare him with othr guys bt i rly dont hve to or need to rly. Cos he gives me mre thn wht i wnt or wht i cn give. He is also my bestfriend its kind of typical to say tht bt whtever cos he is, i dont rly hve any friends tht i cn rlyrly depend on anyway. Most of all, he rly made me a better person. Bt anyway, i jus hope we will stay th same and like hw we used to, i knw wr cnt pretend over wht had happened bt you knw i jus wish, i dont knw wht i wnt wish actually..</span></span>Illihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08018882578036357163noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8582196179799709646.post-68205369372127873842012-01-03T05:28:00.000-08:002012-01-02T18:03:51.716-08:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">In January 2011, i got evrything mre thn i asked fr. Bt in December 2011, i lost it.</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Along th way, i was immature, insensitive, confused, unreasonable, i was 18 and i was such a child. I was always taking things fr granted, making his kindness as a weakness knwing tht he'll always forgive me. Bt wht i did was beyond my capability bt thrs no excuse fr tht.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I always believe in us and our future. Mayb its jus rly dumb fr me to think tht by th fact tht im still young and nothing rly last forever. Wht th fuck was i thinking? Thinking we're invincible.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I knw we hve a lot of differences. He is jus literally clever and smart and I'm nt. And he'll be successful while i still hve mre years in school, tht being said, if i make it to poly. He prays to God bcos its his duty to, i jus pray whn i dont wnt things to happen. He always think abt th future, and im jus thnkful i passed thru a day. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">So nw, im hving a lot of doubts. I dont wnt to give up, i wnt to fight still. Im afraid one day he doesnt wnt to do th same thing anymre. Cos its looks like he doesnt believe me anymre, cos actions prove louder thn words. And im bck here bhind th screen literally typing words and nt doing anything again.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I dont deserve him anyway, obvsly someone else cn do a better job at loving him and appreciating him and he dont hve to waste time and hve someone hold him bck jus bcos he is waiting fr a child to grow up.</span></span></div>Illihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08018882578036357163noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8582196179799709646.post-42650003763291581692011-12-30T05:52:00.000-08:002012-01-02T18:04:39.168-08:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Whn I was younger, like any kid, I wld wnt to hve a man like my father, and I wld love to be tht woman like my mother. Nw tht I'm older, I dont believe th same thing anymre. I guess tht I hve innocent eyes, and my ears were filled with music, and I was told lies and it prolly meant to sme of you too.<br />Bt i will nt give up hope, i will nt lose faith and i will always believe in love until it betrays me and find th meaning love is overrated is true.<br />Tdy is my parents 23rd anniversary. So i thn wld like to hve a man like my father, be tht woman like my mother cos we all keep love strong bt only thru lies and being pretentious and we are all in denial.<br />I love my mother and father, fr bringing me up in this world and feed me too much bt I jus cnt grow normally, and teach me to believe in god, and sins and do wrong to none.</span></span>Illihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08018882578036357163noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8582196179799709646.post-76392348039713489882011-12-25T05:11:00.000-08:002012-01-02T18:04:09.409-08:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"There's a possibility that a person can get attracted to another. It's human nature. It's not wrong. But that is why you're in a commitment, you discipline yourself. One may get attracted to numerous prospects and its ok. As long as, you don't nurse the feeling and do something about it. Borderline between cheating and faithfulness. Recognize reality that you already have the person that can give you more than what you get for the cheap thrill of attraction."</span></span></span>Illihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08018882578036357163noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8582196179799709646.post-90219855062553210342011-11-30T03:55:00.000-08:002012-01-02T18:04:57.675-08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQn9YwPE-1uhrFvWuElWT0Q9l8cBUQnFouXIfo26sN7mkTYX36XpOAyVmMB-HY_wrw7-XAFfkaMxFTiJRT8j5UnbCuXQojaA-INbpH5LYSbZvGhlxnprfK9AEmEKKF984d3SFyQBvCt-zq/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-11-30+at+9.19.04+PM.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 398px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQn9YwPE-1uhrFvWuElWT0Q9l8cBUQnFouXIfo26sN7mkTYX36XpOAyVmMB-HY_wrw7-XAFfkaMxFTiJRT8j5UnbCuXQojaA-INbpH5LYSbZvGhlxnprfK9AEmEKKF984d3SFyQBvCt-zq/s400/Screen+shot+2011-11-30+at+9.19.04+PM.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680777961262714466" /></a><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I love, love bralets. And I wnt to wear thm, depends on which bralet cos I dont wnt to wear it under my shirt. But how am I supposed to wear thm without looking provocative?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Especially floral prints bralets. I like wearing anything tht shows th cup bra design and I'm nt trying to show or prove anything but tht's wht Din or my parents think all th time. Oh well.</span></span><br /><br /></div>Illihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08018882578036357163noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8582196179799709646.post-82605199800181425972011-11-29T06:42:00.001-08:002012-01-02T18:05:21.312-08:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Tdy Azura, Jannah, Syira and I went to eat at Manhatten Fish Market located at Clarke Quay. Personally I still prefer Fish&Co. Thn we went to Gaming Paco @ Haji and played 2 hours of Band Hero, sme bunny game and dance, me and Azura are terrible at dancing. And then we take many polaroid pix of ourselves along th way! </span></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcIEDss8Ob09gzOZdx-5gG9V72mTXUkLO5bHiYrUeD79Dyo5DFCga7RGgNoVOm2J-VxJzKO5zxOu5f0tlHwwwEhHbYZnocxXMuJ7Lv_2WfE7vBlUN5BELuvAO6Qfak-LCRzqLh7QvcVe12/s640/blogger-image--1240026692.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcIEDss8Ob09gzOZdx-5gG9V72mTXUkLO5bHiYrUeD79Dyo5DFCga7RGgNoVOm2J-VxJzKO5zxOu5f0tlHwwwEhHbYZnocxXMuJ7Lv_2WfE7vBlUN5BELuvAO6Qfak-LCRzqLh7QvcVe12/s640/blogger-image--1240026692.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhQ8AldJfAmH57L2UNzTIdcVhQFQwAGuPWdDlv-fGu-IRWVhyphenhyphenQQmaXbvVeknUoZ_MA-rpaVV0PUDshUGKLo7iweRq06kBEDiIws4yJ0MEPceJXaK7It6f3meBZucmpHDzZeerzujFa6cnA/s640/blogger-image--1148288576.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxC0LhB9JOUQ3shEeIdG_VshA8NXy09xiPBEZo-PvR280HHf3KODrPSZ8pvZ7tM7cqklF_Bk5-YDpkxkl_4lb2QdiQJSijTbn9cWOgy8lqy9CXjJvMF_Q_3UuOjUAPLEwsE5M6IOWks89Z/s640/blogger-image--562774845.jpg" /></a></div>Illihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08018882578036357163noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8582196179799709646.post-89027098717194496232011-11-28T22:15:00.000-08:002011-12-25T05:15:41.600-08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaKS-eSaC_BK3kjxZpJE1qT51hkd8vRYyeRAeYvi75gf91yADCIkJbzBXnKfifmuffFkNou1XdksPTceBwYQ_-ZAZ8IUM80OuB8oODt-xTicXOogaMuPDI-xCZ2C8mZZUjM88ujkqzVYq2/s1600/312618_2365841187084_1282041742_32462563_1051242007_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaKS-eSaC_BK3kjxZpJE1qT51hkd8vRYyeRAeYvi75gf91yADCIkJbzBXnKfifmuffFkNou1XdksPTceBwYQ_-ZAZ8IUM80OuB8oODt-xTicXOogaMuPDI-xCZ2C8mZZUjM88ujkqzVYq2/s400/312618_2365841187084_1282041742_32462563_1051242007_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680046597923533826" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Because maybe, you're gonna be the one that saves me</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">And after all, you're my wonderwall</span></span><br /><div><br /><div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div></div></div>Illihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08018882578036357163noreply@blogger.com0