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Bare Neccessities /
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dottoo
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Run Away While We Still Have Time /
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//Friday, January 28, 2011 4:47 PM
Sometimes I wonder whether I will ever find a guy who bothers.
Because all along I felt like I gave too much, and I took and demanded so much at the same time All I wanted was to affect your life, even if it was just a little bit. But since we parted ways, I feel that you had never once appreciated my existence. I wanted to be appreciated by you alone. At that time. And all you gave me in return when it was not supposed to matter anymore, was hurt and more hurt. Tell me, why are you still in my head? And if you are in my head, you are definitely still in my heart. It is ridiculous to some of my friends that I could feel so much sadness for you and not suck it up. Am I supposed to meet their expectations so I could live better? Of course, this life is mine to lead, it is my choice to live it, good or bad. But, the bottomline is, I am only living for God. I am only trying my best nowadays to be faithful, for I am only human, and finite, I am disposable at the dispense of others and I am trying to love those whom God has sent down. But you, were such a painful lesson to learn. A lesson which I never forgotten and you never took to heart.
// 4:42 PM
I appreciate every single flaw and imperfection in every one of my friends. And they are also the many reasons I smile all day.
:) "Don't look back, you can never look back." Today I almost died looking back. This problem is perennial. And I don't know how to get rid of it at all.
//Thursday, January 27, 2011 1:51 PM
"the way we live is the way we die. both are too linked to be separated."
//Tuesday, January 25, 2011 11:52 PM
POTENTIAL blind date.
Okay that's all for now, see you all!
// 11:35 AM
There are three levels in Love according to Erich Fromm:
Infantile love follows the principle, "I love because I am loved." Adult love follows the principle, "I'm loved because I love." Mature love follows the principle, "I need you because I love you."
//Thursday, January 20, 2011 10:29 PM
Lovin' You by IU.
Lovin' you is easy cause you're beautiful
Makin' love with you is all i wanna do Lovin' you is more than just a dream come true And everything that i do is out of lovin' you La la la la la la la... do do do do do No one else can make me feel The colors that you bring Stay with me while we grow old And we will live each day in springtime Cause lovin' you has made my life so beautiful And every day my life is filled with lovin' you Lovin' you i see your soul come shinin' through And every time that we oooooh I'm more in love with you La la la la la la la... do do do do do
//Wednesday, January 19, 2011 3:45 PM
I still can't say which side of the family I prefer though.
//Tuesday, January 18, 2011 4:14 PM
What is given can't be returned.
The cards are in our hands. All that is living can be hurt, And that's the end of innocence. Progress of my life right now =======================> 50% here and there. After I finally settle down on my vocation and career in life, that's.... about it. And progress of my role in FYP=======================> ALSO 50% THERE!! YAYYYYY!!!
//Sunday, January 16, 2011 10:01 PM
THIS YEAR...
IF NIE LETS ME GET INTO THEIR DIP THEN DEGREE PROGRAMME I WILL DIE HAPPY.....
EH NO, FIND BOYFRIEND, GET MARRIED, BE A TEACHER AND THEN I WILL DIE HAPPY WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
//Saturday, January 15, 2011 10:34 PM
I think
Some of us have more pride in us than we will ever admit.
//Thursday, January 13, 2011 12:44 AM
I like..
Fiona Apple's eyes.  They are haunting. And they do tell a story.
//Tuesday, January 11, 2011 8:39 PM
It's sad but I don't think we will all grow up together.
// 1:04 AM
Do you think it will happen?
What will happen if God allowed the both of us to meet again and have another shot at love with each other as I had dreamt last night?
// 12:59 AM
The hopeless romantics, the despairing, the suicidal, the neglected, the spiritual, the religious, the insane, all these people appear in my feeds 24/7, with an average of about 5 minutes every time, every day.
//Monday, January 10, 2011 4:22 PM
Our love was lost But now we've found it And if you flash your heart, your heart I won't deny it I promise
//Sunday, January 9, 2011 11:12 PM
My Joy These Few Days.
//Friday, January 7, 2011 10:59 PM
WHY YOU STILL MSN ME??
YOU WANT TO TORTURE ME AGAIN IS IT? OR ARE YOU JUST BORED OUT OF YOUR WITS?
//Thursday, January 6, 2011 8:04 PM
When will you start to live for other people?
// 2:19 AM
Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two.
//Monday, January 3, 2011 1:19 PM
SEE KER RET CRUSH OF THE NEW YEAR NIGHT. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
 If only you were 4 years older.
// 2:31 AM
I have no idea why my heart skipped a beat for you still when I saw your profile. WHY. DOES. MY HEART KNOW SOMETHING I DON'T. Not fair ah. |
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