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Saturday, November 27, 2010





LOL.



I want my room to look like that.



&& so i sat down to my report after coming back home from school at 2pm. I was suppose to hvae at least completed my draft. But i got distracted by so many things. It's now 5pm, and I've not done anything. HAHA, I'm really gonna get starting now. so some other time. 

With love. 





 
 
     feel the beat.    


Wednesday, November 24, 2010

So, First test is over. The last mid term test in next friday.
Then final exams on 16 and 17th December. Half day on 24th and 30th December. Like happy only. HAHA




So i had your name up there for more than a year, and now it's not. It's hard, but i'm not crying.
I'm done crying, and I know that i deserve better. Doesn't really mean I've moved on, i just choose to move away. I don't cry myself to sleep anymore. It feels good, but i still think about you right before i sleep. I made you promise, that if things ever doesn't work out, we would still remain friends. Thanks, for keeping that promise. I'd still like to see you around, cus we've been together really long, and it would be sad to see it all disappear. Yeah, I'm sure we won't share stuffs, but at least we'll share conversations abit here and there. I'm not gonna make us work, cus i tried and it didn't. I don't know why i was so torn apart when we broke up. Cus i was thinking about for a really long time, but couldn't bring myself to doing it. Cus i needed a reason strong enough to speak for itself. but i never stopped loving you. But now, i have. I have stopped loving you with all i have. I'm done living my life to how others perceive it. I want to live my life my way. I'm gonna think about myself and do anything that makes me happy. You use to be that person that made me smile, but somewhere in between you stopped. And now someone's making me smile. Smile more wider than you ever did. But anyway, it's better to leave shattered glasses the way it is. cus the more you try to fix it, the more it hurts. But then again, they also say that if you love something, let it go. I think time holds to truth. We shall see. 




:(


BYEEEEEEEEEE
 
 
     feel the beat.    


Sunday, November 21, 2010

Enjoy the love <3 -





Don’t you dare tell me nothing matters. Everything matters. Every fucking drop of rain, every ray of sunlight, every wisp of cloud matters. And they matter because I can see them and if I can see them, then they can see me and I know that there’s an entire world that cares out there, hiding behind a world that doesn’t, afraid to show who it really is and with or without you, I will drag that world out of the dirt and the blood and the muck until we live in it. Until we all live in it.




I don’t think I’m alone in this. The more I get to know other people, the more I realize it’s kind of everyone’s flaw. Staying exactly the same for as long as possible, standing perfectly still… It feels safer somehow. And if you are suffering, at least the pain is familiar. Because if you took that leap of faith, went outside the box, did something unexpected… Who knows what other pain might be out there, waiting for you. Chances are it could be even worse.


The ABC of love:
Ask her name.
Buy her flowers.
Call her at night.
Dance with her.
Eat lunch with her.
Go with her to the beach.
Hug her tight.
Invite her to dinner.
Just be with her all the time.
Kiss her on her cheeks and lips.
Love her from Morning ‘til Night.

I think these pictures are all oh so pretty. Just quotes and quotes to be shared. Yesterday was fun, at cousins wedding. Pictures up in FB, oh maybe i'll upload it some other time here. Now, i'm gonna go study for my EXAM which is tomorrow. GAHH! 

It's exactly 1 week today. Hope, everyone's doing goood. Much love, byee. 
(:
Bring her O
 
 
     feel the beat.    


Monday, November 15, 2010

14 November 2010.

What an end? 





No point apologizing. Everything happens for a reason, which I've yet to find out. Thanks for everything. The memories, laughs, hugs everything. 


(:
 
 
     feel the beat.    


Tuesday, November 09, 2010

This is funnny. HAHA

Isn't it? It's just a simples yes, or no. People have problems with everything. You ask them if they're okay, they're not happy. You don't ask them anything, they're also not happy. Why don't you just tell us when you're not? -okay?


I'm bored. With exams another 2 weeks away. And end of term next month. Soooon!

 
 
     feel the beat.    


                                                                                         

                                                                                                                


                                                                                           

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