tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86234134309613875492024-03-06T16:50:43.729+08:00lolicandie-love.blogspot.comTwo Is Better Than One :)Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger513125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8623413430961387549.post-79985791529330434342011-12-06T15:09:00.001+08:002011-12-06T15:10:27.212+08:00Goodbye.<div style="text-align: center;">Hello all.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I've officially moved to...</div><div style="text-align: center;">www.leeyokeshan.blogspot.com </div><div style="text-align: center;">:)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">This blog remains, only for anyone who wants to stalk my past..</div><div style="text-align: center;">that's if you can find any interesting.<br />or else, do hop to my new blog,</div><div style="text-align: center;">for new story of my life!<br />see ya there! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">with love,</div><div style="text-align: center;">x.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8623413430961387549.post-57988785746492472192011-12-02T12:13:00.002+08:002011-12-02T12:40:32.284+08:00Can't hold it in.<b>Relationship, friendship, family? Or nothing.</b><div><br /></div><div><i>I supposed this is a sensitive issue. It might/might not offend you in any way, but if you're easily offended, then i reckon you to stop reading from this point.</i></div><div><br /></div><div>I never did find this an issue,really. But just lately, it slowly annoys me. And I can't hold it in, and can't help but to blog about it, since it's quite an interesting topic to talk about. Would you choose relationship,friendship or your family? Of course, family beat others flat. Definitely i'll choose my family over anything regardless how much i'll get mad at my family members.</div><div><br /></div><div>So now it's left with<b> Relationship or Friendship?</b> Hah, the ultimate question. For me, honestly i'll choose my friends. Really, you can ask my best friends <i>e.g: claire.</i> My close friends should know i prioritize them, more than i prioritize my boyfriend. But of course, don't ask me this --> <i>"If your best friend and your boyfriend are sinking in the ocean, who would you save first?"</i> Really? I'll choose<b> none</b>, I don't even know how to swim, probably I'd die even before i get to them. </div><div><br /></div><div>What annoys me the most is when someone asks me to spend more time with them, instead of my boyfriend... and if my boyfriend's friend scold my boyfriend just cause he's spending too much time with me. Sorry, argument is invalid. If you proceed with that, you're just being ridiculous. First of all, in my situation, I don't even see my boyfriend that often, esp. now, since is SPM period. I can't promise if I'd after my SPM, but for the past 6 months, I never did see my boyfriend more than 5 days a week. The most i've ever seen him in a week, is just 3 times a week. Less than half the time I have in a week. And the only reason I see him is because he fetches me to church and back home, and maybe if we go watch a movie or something. I find it really funny if my friends tell me that i've been spending too much time with my boyfriend. <i>*excuse me?</i> For the past 3 weeks I have not seen him more than 10 minutes. Usually he'll only drop by my house once a week and check how i'm doing. Even on my birthday, he only came and gave me my present and that's it. Last friday was an exception. I needed him to fetch me to church since I had something to do, and we had supper after that. The most we spent together was only 3 hours. </div><div><br /></div><div><b>So, argument is invalid. </b></div><div><br /></div><div>For my boyfriend who has been spending too much time with me? <i>*excuse me again.</i> He only spends the most 3 days a week with me, and even if I do see him, is only during the weekends for church. Well, you want to talk/see my boyfriend right, I welcome you to church, and spend some time with him too. I'm not being protective/possessive over him, really. You have the other 4/5 days to see him too, and what not. Moreover I've not been spending any time with my boyfriend for the past 3 weeks. So if you think my boyfriend and I have been spending oh-so-much time that he ditched any of you in anyway, think again. He wasn't even here to spend with me on my birthday. Sure, some may say <i>"Oh i don't allow my boyfriend out." </i>That's not true. Maybe I do say no, but that's only if he uses the trick. If he tells me <i>"oh baby, help me make the decision, I'll listen to you."</i> I will not allow him, and he will tell his friends off. That's only to see if he'd do it for me. But less than 10 minutes, i'll be like <i>"go la. I was just kidding. Just call me after you done."</i> Please. I'm not a mean/evil girlfriend. If my boyfriend really wants to go out, he won't even bother to listen to me, and he will still leave the house nevertheless. Been there, done that. Even if I'm mad, he will still go out first, then only come back to me, honestly.</div><div><br /></div><div><b>Once again, argument is invalid. </b></div><div><br /></div><div>I do not believe that someone will pay more attention to their girlfriend/boyfriend after being in a relationship. Some people claims that they might change into a different person after getting a girlfriend/boyfriend. <b>SORRY, ARGUMENTISINVALID</b>. Definitely we'll spend more of our time on them, of course. I talk to my boyfriend 24/7 unless any of us are sleeping. But what makes you think I don't bother talking to you? Do you text/call me in the morning till the night? No. My boyfriend does. So definitely he'll gradually be a bigger part in my life. Do you care about what I've done the whole day and what not? Do you check on me? No. My boyfriend does. And of course, he's my boyfriend, I have to tell him everything no? And wouldn't you do the same? If you have a boyfriend/girlfriend, would you not be talking/calling them? If you have the guts to tell me, <i>"yeah i don't bother/give a shit about my girlfriend/boyfriend."</i> Then fine. Is either, your relationship is fake, or.. maybe... I don't know. </div><div><br /></div><div>I hate it when someone tells me <i>"stop spending so much time on your boyfriend la." </i>or<i> "got boyfriend like that now la. no time for us la."</i> -_- really? Then you want to come out with us or not? Oh don't want, say you're being a lamppost. Well I offered you, just you didn't want. And don't let me see you talking to your boyfriend/girlfriend 24/7 when you get one okay? I'll do the same.</div><div><br /></div><div><i>Argument is only valid, when you've been talking to me 24/7 as my best friend, and I suddenly ditch you for my boyfriend. </i></div><div><br /></div><div><b>Period.</b></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8623413430961387549.post-49198205826100967242011-12-01T13:44:00.005+08:002011-12-01T15:12:35.275+08:00No words,<i>can.. speak.</i><div><br /></div><div>So so so so! SPM is overrrrr! HAH, how i wish, well not till December 5th, that is :) </div><div><br /></div><div>I have 4 days of rest/study days to score for Accounts on Monday, but.. i totally lost my mood to study. I feel as if SPM has over, or even better, I never did sit for SPM. This past week of SPM was.. headache. I had 4 days of rest earlier too, to study for Chemistry & Biology this week, but guess what? Being the usual me, or any other SPM student, I didn't grab the chance, and I just let time passed by. I was basically just sleeping for 2 days straight, with the excuse of my birthday.. Not like my birthday was a special day, but yes, trying to make myself feel better, I told myself this.<i> "Chillax yokeshan. It's your birthday, you deserve to rest.." </i>Yeap, that went on for 2 days straight.. till. SUNDAY! When I realized I had no time to actually finish studying for Chemistry & Biology.. I was so stressed. And, Chemistry paper.. was so tough. I was kinda depressed after sitting for it.. I cried.</div><div><br /></div><div>But oh well, no point crying over spilt milk :)</div><div><br /></div><div>I'm just very glad that I'm done with science subjects. Not in a million years I'll ever touch Science again. Not even General Science. *let's hope that I don't have to study Science in A-Levels.</div><div><br /></div><div>I understand how boring my blog is, but.. I'm so keen on starting to blog often now! Starting from December 5th. I just want to keep track of what I'm doing everyday when I start college/turn 18.</div><div><br /></div><div>OH OH.</div><div><br /></div><div>I'm finally seventeen. NGEHEH. who's the boss now >:)</div><div><br /></div><div>My birthday, was not much of a big deal. I couldn't celebrate my birthday anyway, all cause of SPM.. yeah, mummy made the rule.. sort of. </div><div><br /></div><div>BUT thanks to my bigbear. He surprised me with the gift I've ever wanted. </div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCByH6BR0Znfe_rScN9E_9F5zeDdzvccqExLtunpDxG6ftn6Q963ws7Bziu0CQfsdXBIbj1umLNj3rW2yDJFMwd4AHl2Bc4rvq3jKvommywpNIap1vX4wirLkJCgl8qNKA9pwgSWl1ZGU/s200/7dd09532178611e180c9123138016265_7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681035370788965282" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px; " /></div><div>A silver plectrum pendant!</div><div><br /></div><div>I've always wanted a guitar pick necklace, for all it matters. Yes I told him 3 things I've ever wanted, but who knew he'd give me this? I thought there's no way he will ever give this to me. If yes, I would have bought one for myself way long ago, no? It's the fact that we can hardly see this around in Malaysia unless you punch a hole in the plastic guitar pick (ya the one you use it to strum the guitar) and buy yourself a chain. Well, he got this, all the way from UK! This precious pendant of mine sat on the plane before! Don't play play hehe. And yes, it's engraved :) Happy enough to make me a happy girl! Don't know what I'd do without you, bigbear!</div><div><br /></div><div>Then, my family totally forgotten it was my birthday till like 6pm. They decided to text me to wish me. HOW SINCERE, right? I know. And we made our way up to Gohtong Jaya for dinner. It was a lovely dinner, I had fun, regardless where we ate. It was the accompany I had. I always loved going out with my family. </div><div><br /></div><div>Now, time for me to watch some desperate housewives! Time to slack, and skype with my bigbearlove!</div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeaUGUccXHU-DeUsjRJ4nCoAg4aMqvSbkrP_NhtUbTjGWPHoPRbAGz3KIPRr6I8fVGNrztfSndCCbAkUXxhhP8q_bUFQmkK2Hi6ZgSPLTOMocgkrSrP5Zuj2tYUdhP5PnKzSgm1XbjuP4/s200/3b697016183911e1abb01231381b65e3_7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681037276819441490" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px; " /></div><div>plectrum to my heart. </div><div><br /></div><div>yeah, that's me camwhoring with my precious necklace! </div><div><br /></div><div>p.s:// i''m going away! :)</div><div style="text-align: center;">till then, </div><div style="text-align: center;">x.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8623413430961387549.post-69556123360947563662011-11-21T17:25:00.003+08:002011-11-21T17:40:13.651+08:00You are my hope,<i><span class="Apple-style-span">my everything. </span></i><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></i></div><div>I used to believe that whenever you're nice to someone, immediately you'll be treated nice as well. Well, honestly that's what I still believe. But i don't know why i always get disappointed. I treat people really nice, when I really call them my friend. I do not betray them, nor hurt them in any way. But sometimes, even the people whom I trust so much, disappoints me in the end. All I ever ask for are friends who I can really count on. Maybe not many, but all I need is just one. That one friend who is able to take me the way I am, and accept the real me. I go to the house of God, only to feel out of place. I go to school, only to feel left out. Even going to the house of God, can't make me feel any better, but I always tell myself, whenever I enter the presence of the Lord, I'll rejoice the truth, and let nothing condemn me. Usually, I will feel better after being in the presence of Him. But, after a few days, I'll start thinking too much, and realize that I've no friends to rely on. Sure, Jesus is my best friend. But even going cell group at times, can't make me feel worthy enough.</div><div><br /></div><div>I always have insecurity problems when it comes to relationship/friendship. It hurts, you know? Knowing you have NO ONE, to count on. As time passes by, I only tend to lose friends, rather than to gain some true friends. 2 friends of mine, have just walked out of my life, and I miss them. I do. </div><div><br /></div><div>I'm so tired of being left out, feeling out of place, and mostly, being judged for the wrong reasons. I'm sorry, for things I may or may not have done. </div><div><br /></div><div><i>God, please please lead me. As I continue to search.. for the true friends that You shall bless me with. Show me who is right for me, and through You, I shall see. </i></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8623413430961387549.post-72344484986808095092011-11-20T20:29:00.002+08:002011-11-20T20:30:36.636+08:006 more days,till I'm 17.<div><br /></div><div>Ah, my birthday will be in between my SPM exams, but thank God my birthday falls on a Saturday, hence no paper. But, my wish, for every year is to spend it with my loved ones. Family/Friends/Baby. </div><div><br /></div><div>Wish, will you come true? </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8623413430961387549.post-8048432416285832862011-11-19T20:52:00.002+08:002011-11-19T20:54:23.198+08:00It's the one you freaked out,<i><span class="Apple-style-span" >and walked away.</span></i><div><br /></div><div>Have you ever felt, this alone? I feel so worthless now. Nothing I can ever do now is good enough for my family. Neither to my mum, dad, bro nor sister. Sometimes I just can't take it anymore. I just need God. I just need to know that.. I'm worth to someone, and definitely, I'm worthy to God.</div><div><br /></div><div>I need to find my identity in Christ. </div><div><br /></div><div>And, I can't wait.. till I get out of here. To a new life. Discover the real me. </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8623413430961387549.post-3146012743352933962011-11-13T20:01:00.001+08:002011-11-13T20:01:37.280+08:00Ridiculous.I just find this ridiculous. It's not an issue that you might be still mad, but it's been almost a year. I suggest you should just stop holding a grudge, and forget about the past. We cant be friends again? Anyway I've done my part. I've apologized long time ago, and times when I try to talk to you, but all you do is ignore me. Well suit yourself. But the fact that you're unwilling to be close to me again, its because you misunderstood, and never knew the real me. I once thought you were true, someone would have accepted me the way I am, someone who would have been my best guy friend. But you drowned our friendship. And there's nothing left. Maybe you do not feel it was such a waste, but I do. Not because I feel the guilt in me, but because I treasure our friendship.. but we no longer have any. <br />
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Grr. SPM starts tomorrow. Shall not let this bug me. <br />
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I pray that God will bless me abundantly and 10As, to my hands please! In Jesus Name, Amen.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8623413430961387549.post-51431897744667470432011-11-11T09:48:00.001+08:002011-11-11T09:48:29.338+08:0011.11.2011Lets make a wish. <div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbKZzNMykkaci9CSY8ONGMZ8879j-3ZhBng0t8q6hO64BdMsAFMhfi7NOeiOvX4GoMtEp6N6wwUY0J3UhN-2i4UZ_CVnRzPYYjl36IvR5EpjO9ozsfn771mU0ZVABhH0487MDKlbW4FXU/s640/blogger-image-1686950905.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbKZzNMykkaci9CSY8ONGMZ8879j-3ZhBng0t8q6hO64BdMsAFMhfi7NOeiOvX4GoMtEp6N6wwUY0J3UhN-2i4UZ_CVnRzPYYjl36IvR5EpjO9ozsfn771mU0ZVABhH0487MDKlbW4FXU/s640/blogger-image-1686950905.jpg" /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8623413430961387549.post-44008695090044276182011-11-02T18:35:00.001+08:002011-11-02T18:35:05.060+08:00Pour out Your love,Well, well, look where we've come to. It's now, November! Can you believe it? Time passes so frigging fast, and one year has passed. Today marks the day my previous relationship started, and today, I'm 3 days away from my 5th month in my current relationship. <br />
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In this 12 months, I've learned a lot. Things can change within just months, people come and go. I might just grew a little bit stronger, mentally and physically. But currently, I'm so tired. So tired of having to deal with SPM which is just 12 days away. I am still slacking. What is wrong with me? Dear Lord, help me, please. I need Your favor in me.. <br />
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You are God, <br />
You are so Glorious, <br />
You are so Powerful,<br />
You are Victorious, <br />
You are The One, Jesus.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8623413430961387549.post-68257818527417355882011-09-12T17:55:00.001+08:002011-09-12T17:55:49.986+08:00Everything was once better,Thank God for Blogger app on iPhone now! :) this is going to be so much easier to blog, just maybe when I feel like it! Or, if something catches my eye along the way. I might be coming back to blogging for that. Just might. <br />
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<div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfaI_L2l9V2y6knl0zOe77pCwbARaIqjvj6ByRU1r1tjbdQgrl0rRCWWLE-FTEIiQ-VQFWq93JbBOlkqjPaqkPmFcsx94TmyJSoyVlxCxoY1gUZWls0AGfZHjZ-06wYEKzVN47nIDqaYg/s640/blogger-image-1819610646.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfaI_L2l9V2y6knl0zOe77pCwbARaIqjvj6ByRU1r1tjbdQgrl0rRCWWLE-FTEIiQ-VQFWq93JbBOlkqjPaqkPmFcsx94TmyJSoyVlxCxoY1gUZWls0AGfZHjZ-06wYEKzVN47nIDqaYg/s640/blogger-image-1819610646.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicAXujH4zvkZHuoOJDhTGuJdNiKR8w-aMF2OHv9DTXYLC5-pXNZvsqE77rD89G68Crtzkf1X0QFvZUQuDzlLHT_JyCj0Dt7AjckhSgLu44g03pQFYDqBr2sGzkSxOwQ-4273AgMa97Zu4/s640/blogger-image--1778360316.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicAXujH4zvkZHuoOJDhTGuJdNiKR8w-aMF2OHv9DTXYLC5-pXNZvsqE77rD89G68Crtzkf1X0QFvZUQuDzlLHT_JyCj0Dt7AjckhSgLu44g03pQFYDqBr2sGzkSxOwQ-4273AgMa97Zu4/s640/blogger-image--1778360316.jpg" /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8623413430961387549.post-15262146283150178512011-08-02T21:20:00.002+08:002011-08-02T22:28:36.104+08:00What if..<i><span class="Apple-style-span" >your love doesn't lasts? </span></i><div><br /></div><div>I've forgotten the beauty of blogging. And now I wonder why I'm back here? Well, the truth is sometimes I do enjoy sitting alone, infront of the computer and just typing my thoughts out. Share my thoughts, but twitter has it's word limits which just restrain me from bombarding my twitter and spamming my followers, so my blog shall do it, since not many, wait correction, no one ever reads it. Joy. </div><div><br /></div><div>Last week, I was approached by a question on twitter. I personally tweeted "Never ever missed someone so much before." And I received a reply, saying "that's what you say in your past relationship. It's best to never say rubbish like this."</div><div><br /></div><div>Trust me, when I read that, I was furious and offended, of course. He, definitely wasn't my ex. And, whoever it was, no I'm not mad at him or anything, but what? It felt like I was personally attacked by him.</div><div><br /></div><div>First of all. Do you even know who my tweet was referring to? Secondly, I'm pretty sure I definitely did not say that about my ex before. Thirdly, who are you to tell me what to tweet? </div><div><br /></div><div>I know. This is ridiculous. I honestly don't get it. Am I at wrong? I know I used to blog about how much I love my ex in my previous blog posts, and now that I've found someone new, it proves that i'm not loyal. But just to clarify myself, a part of me will always love him. As every way. Although I can never forget him, all the things which I'm only holding to are memories. He left me. What was I supposed to? Am I supposed to wait on him forever? What's the point when he left me? He left me for someone new. And was I supposed to just keep waiting like a fool? I can't deny the fact that I will always love him, but hey, I got to pick myself up. Thank God when I was going through my darkest moments, I had someone with me. You have no idea how much pain he has put me through. And i blame him no more. I've let him go, and got over him. But, i honestly think I have the freedom and rights to pursuit my own happiness. Yes i may love someone else now, but I'll never forget my ex, and a part of me will always love him. </div><div><br /></div><div>If i was at wrong, then wasn't he at wrong too? He said he loved me, but then he left me. What? </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8623413430961387549.post-5257533268029405182011-03-27T19:29:00.005+08:002011-03-27T19:57:31.690+08:00And I remember.I wish I can take it back to a week ago. Don't I deserve any second chance? Why did you have to take it away from me this fast? Please. God, i'm begging you. I just want it back, so much. Why? I really really want to tell you everything I feel. I just want to tell you, how much I can't live without you. How much I want you back. How much I still love you. How much.. i'd do anything just to get you back. I may sound desperate. But that's the truth. I tried getting used to it. I tried accepting the fact. But I just can't. <div><br /></div><div>I hope for God to make a change. and to make us, right again, someday. </div><div><br /></div><div>I want you so badly. I'll just leave in denial. That maybe, someday we'll be back together. Yes, that's what i'll pray and hope for every single day. I can't let you go.. I love you too much to. I just hope you'd know how i feel. And how perfect together we'd be. There are some things that will never change. Right now, our picture is still my wallpaper, and my passcode is still 0211. Yes. that's how much I still can't let you go. </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8623413430961387549.post-66792683538555188672011-03-27T19:29:00.002+08:002011-03-27T19:35:41.670+08:00And I remember.I wish I can take it back to a week ago. Don't I deserve any second chance? Why did you have to take it away from me this fast? Please. God, i'm begging you. I just want it back, so much. Why? I really really want to tell you everything I feel. I just want to tell you, how much I can't live without you. How much I want you back. How much I still love you. How much.. i'd do anything just to get you back. I may sound desperate. But that's the truth. I tried getting used to it. I tried accepting the fact. But I just can't. <div><br /></div><div>I hope for God to make a change. and to make us, right again, someday. </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8623413430961387549.post-24948970186952819812011-03-25T22:34:00.001+08:002011-03-25T23:16:08.740+08:00I've got control now.Just when I thought we wouldn't end like that, I thought wrong. AHAHHA it was like the same thing happening all over again.. Like how my previous one used to be. I mean, why? Why does it seem so easy for you to let go? It hurts me so much, that everytime I close my eyes, I'll cry in my sleep. And I just feel so afraid. It hurts me so bad. But everyday I just try to live.. I try a little hard.. but i just die a little more inside. <div><br /></div><div>Thanks. I don't know what to say to you anymore. </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8623413430961387549.post-81068110651790285152011-01-28T21:14:00.002+08:002011-01-28T21:19:37.221+08:00Perfect to me.This is my first post.. of year 2011. After one month. LOL I fail. <div><br /></div><div>Anyway, Form 5 has been great! Despite all the stress and tuitions I've to keep up with, I'm quite fine. Tuition from Mon-Thurs. Cheer training on Fri. Youth&Church on weekends. I'm busy/out almost everyday. Bah. I need to manage my time well so I can find time to study T_T I'm always tired and exhausted. Oh well. </div><div><br /></div><div>December '10 was a great month! Getting to spend time with the boyfriend for 6 days in a row! Church camp and Prom. How awesome could that be! And I still have yet to blog about it. Youth camp was practically the best, cause that was a very life changing 4 days. Thanks to New Life for every single thing. All the campers, pastors and Jinny :') </div><div><br /></div><div>I'm bored. Bai. </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8623413430961387549.post-14258251746158639432010-12-27T13:33:00.002+08:002010-12-27T13:38:46.596+08:00Thanks to You, Lord.<i>Lord,</i><div><i>Thanks to You, Lord.</i></div><div><i>Thanks to You, Lord. </i></div><div><i>We're touched by You. </i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>When we fall, </i></div><div><i>we all close our eyes,</i></div><div><i>and we'll pray,</i></div><div><i>to our almighty God.</i></div><div><i>And we'll know, </i></div><div><i>when it's all our time,</i></div><div><i>just cause God's here,</i></div><div><i>in our very own hearts and souls.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>With God,</i></div><div><i>everything is possible,</i></div><div><i>With God, </i></div><div><i>we're all touched by Him.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>Lord, </i></div><div><i>thanks to You, Lord,</i></div><div><i>thanks to You,Lord,</i></div><div><i>we're all touched by Your bare hands.</i></div><div><i>Lord,</i></div><div><i>Thanks to You, Lord,</i></div><div><i>You are good, Lord,</i></div><div><i>we all worship You for who You are.</i></div><div><br /></div><div>Well, just a song I wrote, and I'm posting this, just incase I forget :) </div><div>Thank You, Lord. </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8623413430961387549.post-43795436907193611502010-12-24T22:54:00.003+08:002010-12-25T00:13:25.412+08:00Merry x'mas! :)Hello everyone, regardless of whoever you are who's reading this right now. Just wanna give a big shoutout to everybody, wish you guys a MERRY CHRISTMAS!!<br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv0KQo0QA8iwaT2G1MBTo2TRhawaswRG8JNRRorMevkbK9dGoGChlporDLlEp-fKkdhdlFTr-4j9-DeUz30bfZ1Qf3nL0x6LorVtyOb1EFKGtHzHqnqyVwa3xdegRHA3TD7726XYH5EWk/s1600/101224-224106-tile.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 380px; HEIGHT: 249px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554263428570384306" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv0KQo0QA8iwaT2G1MBTo2TRhawaswRG8JNRRorMevkbK9dGoGChlporDLlEp-fKkdhdlFTr-4j9-DeUz30bfZ1Qf3nL0x6LorVtyOb1EFKGtHzHqnqyVwa3xdegRHA3TD7726XYH5EWk/s200/101224-224106-tile.jpg" /></a></p><p align="left">Dear Santa,</p>I don't really know if i've been good this year, but I'm pretty sure I can't be any worse right? So I hope you'll grant me a few wishes on my christmas list :)<br /><br />Love,<br />yokeshan.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8623413430961387549.post-42450818918307115102010-12-23T00:28:00.005+08:002010-12-23T01:56:56.318+08:00If i die young,<em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">bury me in satin.<br /></span></em><div><div> </div><div>Okay, so, It's Time Youth Camp 2010 and SriKL Prom Night, have ended. What now? My boy has flew to U.S.A, spending his x'mas there. And I've nothing planned. Well, though I've alot of events to go to, but, same old problem. Transport. Sigh. That's why I wish that I can drive now. </div><div><br /></div><div>But oh well. Youth camp and Prom has been really really really good! Awesome actually :) I'm really really glad that I got to spend time with the boyfriend for like 6 days, :') It's just so nice to have him around me all the time, and getting to spend some solitary moments with him before he leaves for U.S and college. Thank God for that! </div><div> </div><div>So, I'm going to blog about the Camp and Prom some other time AHAHAH, wait till I have pictures, or what not.. Um, I'm pretty sure I won't be blogging :p too lazy actually, but we shall see no? </div><a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1373.snc4/164538_480603649129_523964129_5999332_1386161_n.jpg"></a><div><br /></div><p align="center"><a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1373.snc4/164538_480603649129_523964129_5999332_1386161_n.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 215px; HEIGHT: 330px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1373.snc4/164538_480603649129_523964129_5999332_1386161_n.jpg" /></a></p><div align="center"><em>Thanks for being so understanding, </em></div><div align="center"><em>and tolerating me for everything I've done wrong.</em></div><div align="center"><em>sorry that i've done alot of stuffs which may have upset you,</em></div><div align="center"><em>or even close to breaking your heart and hurting you. </em></div><div align="center"><em>I'm sorry. </em></div><div align="center"><em>I'm sorry that I may not be the most perfect girl in this world,</em></div><div align="center"><em>but thank you for loving me for who I am.</em></div><div align="center"><em>Thanks for treating me like a princess and pampering me.</em></div><div align="center"><em>Thanks for being there for me, and with me,</em></div><div align="center"><em>whenever I need a shoulder to cry on. </em></div><div align="center"><em>Eventhough we've only met for 5 months,</em></div><div align="center"><em>and being together for only a month and half, </em></div><div align="center"><em>but it feels like I've known you for life. </em></div><div align="center"><em>During this past 6 days have been the best time,</em></div><div align="center"><em>cause I have you around with me.</em></div><div align="center"><em>I'm sorry that sometimes I sulk over things which may not be true,</em></div><div align="center"><em>and throwing my temper at you. </em></div><div align="center"><em>Only you can stand me and tolerate with all my childish attitudes. </em></div><div align="center"><em>Only you can make me smile and laugh again whenever I'm down.</em></div><div align="center"><em>I don't mind whenever you hurt me, or upset me,</em></div><div align="center"><em>cause I believe that things will work out eventually,</em></div><div align="center"><em>and I will do anything for you baby. I will. </em></div><div align="center"><em>I love you.</em></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoXFx7dvwsTHhwwS66kL4fwCNpfZnhN91btAOTKFlXs9Hs-GAKDCg8fPuVWHLj18tHxsvDv1isg1j0ZsiYdNxXnHVrmzgx9m6n0KKWmo5OctGVx_IRETR3Mmf2jislE1Swhd9z7ciiGUI/s1600/164538_480603649129_523964129_5999332_1386161_n.jpg"></a></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8623413430961387549.post-59352317129000969852010-12-15T15:28:00.002+08:002010-12-15T15:29:07.060+08:00Boys Like Girls<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(34, 34, 34); line-height: 17px; "><i>Hey Martin :) That was a really sweet post. And, i'm glad and proud enough to say, that i'm a fan of BLG. Probably you'll think that girls are into all four of you, just because you guys are hot/cute or whatsoever. But, no, that's not it. Not for me. I honestly, think that you guys are, one of the best band ever. Once again, not cause of your looks, but, its how you guys make music. And i totally admire that. It's really hard to find bands/singers like you guys, ya know? I've been listening to LOVEDRUNK album for a thousand times since i've got my hands on it.The first time i hear those songs, i've sensed something. But, i couldnt figure it out. As, i put it on repeat, that's when it hit me. I took the lyrics booklet, and started to sing along as i couldn't resist. As i sang along, i understand your story then. Those eleven songs, which you've written/co-written, totally,made me understand your story and life better. The feelings and words you're trying to let the world to know, we get it. And, it just turned into an inspiration for me. You're amazing, seriously. I'm still wondering, how can someone like you(one of your songs name,heh), can ever, write such good songs. I can't find anything, bad about those eleven songs. Maybe it's cause you've written from your heart, and recorded it from your heart. That's what true songwriters are, right?<br /><br />Well, I've been hoping to meet you guys, like desperately. You guys are coming down to Malaysia right, but, sadly, it has an age limit, so therefore, i guess i won't be able to enter and meet you guys. When i found out about that, i cried. I was so upset about it, but there was nothing i can do. But after reading your post, thats when i got it. It's not about getting to meet you guys actually. All that matters, is being able to hear you guys, making music. I don't mind, if i won't be able to meet you guys, but, please, please, i beg you, don't ever stop making music, alright? :) You can never meet all your fans out there, one by one, but there's a way that you can meet them is by writing songs and meeting their heart instead.I don't know bout others, but it definitely, met my heart. By the way, thanks for writing those songs which have inspired me alot. Like, OnTopOfTheWorld. I know that you've written it for your mum as she's no longer here anymore.I'm sorry to hear bout that. It's a really good song. I lost my grandpa 2 years ago, and, whenever i start thinking about him, that's when i'll listen to OnTopOfTheWorld. It's because, i feel the same too, and that's the only song, which.. understands how i feel, honestly. Next is, Go. Lately, i've been having troubles with everything. Nothing ever seems right. But, when i listen to GO, i'll feel better eventually. And, it just makes me a better person, and in someway, that song motivated me. " Get up and go, take a chance and be strong" You got that right, Martin. After listening to it, i'll tell myself, " Yes, get up and go, take a chance and be strong. I can do it right?". Furthermore, that's what you're trying to tell me right? Heh. So, i will also tell myself, " for Martin, i will do it." You're quite an inspiration to me, no doubt :) Wow, i've written this long.. Hm, i'm not sure if you'll ever read this, but.. lets hope you are reading. But even if you're not, it's the thoughts which count right?<br /><br />Hm, i guess this is long enough. Haha. Though there's so much more to tell you, but i guess i'll write it out, all in my blog :) So yeah, thanks alot MartinJohnson; PaulDigiovanni;BryanDonahue;& JohnKeefe. You guys, are the best, and i mean it. Oh, i still hope that i'll get to meet you guys someday :D<br /><br />BTW BTW!<br />Make a promise. To Me, and all every other fans,<br />NEVER EVER EVER STOP MAKING MUSIC/WRITE SONGS!<br />even if you want to, give us a good reason,<br />or else, we as your NO#1 fans, won't allow you guys to :)<br /><br />Heh, have fun touring you guys! I know you guys are hitting Asia soon, like few days more? So, enjoy ASIA! You'll love it! Oh, enjoy Malaysia too :D Please do come back to Malaysia, next year okay? You have lotsa lotsa fans(mostly all teenagers) down here!So, please do not.. have an age limit concert -.- And, of course, me, who've never met you guys before, but still dying to, would love to see you guys, and watch you guys perform( though i was at MTV WORLSTAGE Malaysia, but that wasn't enough). Of course not! :D So, probably, come back, and have your own LOVEDRUNK/BoysLikeGirls concert! A concert, where, us, your fans, get to hear all your songs, live :)<br /><br />Take care, Martin! And send my regards to Paul;Bryan; John. As long, as all four of you are happy, i'll be happy too!<br /><br />i love all four of you! BoysLikeGirls, rock :D :D<br />f.y.i; I'm happy to join your family :)</i></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(34, 34, 34); line-height: 17px; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(34, 34, 34); line-height: 17px; ">Wow, that was what I wrote for BLG last yr, left a comment @ martinsays.com, and I just thought of checking it out and trying to read what I wrote HAHAHA. interesting piece of mine. </span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8623413430961387549.post-10784330954074128522010-12-13T01:06:00.001+08:002010-12-13T01:06:55.340+08:00Broken heart.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(17, 17, 17); font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; ">What exactly is a broken heart? A broken heart is<br />forcing yourself to hang up the phone after you<br />have dialed the first three digits to his phone<br />number. A broken heart is the cold, chattering<br />feeling you receive when you hear his name. A<br />broken heart is when you're crying yourself to<br />sleep every night and yet crying more and more<br />each morning. A broken heart is glancing at the<br />pictures of the two of you, and then quickly<br />turning your attention to something else to avoid<br />your tears. A broken heart is screaming and<br />begging for a second chance inside, but not being<br />able to say it out loud. A broken heart is the<br />emptiness and heart wrenching feeling you<br />encounter when you see him with other girls.<br />A broken heart is knowing that no matter what you<br />do or say to yourself, you cant fool your heart<br />into believing that you will in fact be "okay." A<br />broken heart is listening to that one song that<br />makes you break down, on repeat. A broken heart<br />is when you go from smiling uncontrollably every<br />time you saw him to quiet tears every time<br />someone mentions his name. A broken heart is when<br />you try to avoid him but end up going out of your<br />way just to get a glimpse of him. A broken heart<br />is when you know you've been hurt, but have no<br />idea how to fix it. A broken heart is when you<br />finally realize that he's everything you need...<br />and at the same time realize he's the one thing<br />you can never have.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(17, 17, 17); font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;">credit: @teensinlove (twitter) </span></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8623413430961387549.post-21539501290422148262010-12-09T17:15:00.000+08:002010-12-09T17:16:59.396+08:00You know, the world doesn't revolve around you, truthfully. And soon, you'll find out that the real world is cruel. But no worries for you, cause by being what you're good at, you won't even have any slight trouble. <p>Sent from my iPodUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8623413430961387549.post-18749774342944527292010-12-08T22:54:00.000+08:002010-12-08T22:55:29.870+08:00You're only going to,Break my heart.<p>You know, I'm kinda really tired trying to keep up with you. The truth is I can't anymore. I've been feeling down for almost a week, and I'm pretty sure it has something to do with you, but I'm not sure what's that. Whatever it is, it sure is bringing me down. You know I really really like you boy. But I'm just missing those happier times before, when nothing happened you know? You're great and all, but maybe it's me. I think it's me. Now that I've fallen for you so much harder, I'm starting to be my old self. I'm starting to crave more, and I hate myself for that. I told myself that I'll change for you. I am trying to, you know. If this was how I was back then, I would have probably been worse, like ten times worse. And now, I've been trying to hold up, but now I can't. Not anymore. It's so hard. I knew I can't deal with all this. Maybe now it's not the right timing. I'm pretty sure it isn't. <p>Sent from my iPodUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8623413430961387549.post-13561121252922497722010-12-06T23:27:00.005+08:002010-12-07T19:50:10.718+08:00Wont you come and,raise your glass? <div><br /></div><div>Life. It's been long since I've actually talked about my life. Well, life has been pretty fair to me. Obviously, with all the ups and downs, there's nothing much I can do about it. Within this whole year, I've learned alot. I've learned that people are very realistic and yet materialistic. I've lost my chances, twice, without knowing what I've done wrong. And, it's just because of people being judgemental. It's okay, I live and I learn. I still hold on to my principle, for now. It's okay if they do not take me and appreciate me for who I am. I'm fine.<br /><br />However, there are so many people knowing my childhood name, and honestly, I hate people calling me that. As in, I get irritated. If you consider yourself, my family/boyfriend/best friends, I kinda don't mind, but don't simply call me, by that name. I hate it. If you want me to love you more than just a normal friend, call me Shan :) Just Shan. I'll love you. I love it when people call me Shan. It makes me feel like I'm close to that person. </div><div><br /></div><div><i>will you cry, knowing that i'm gone?</i> </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8623413430961387549.post-24466867192147438262010-12-04T23:15:00.002+08:002010-12-04T23:44:31.019+08:00Forget you,and forget her too. <div><br /></div><div>Okay, so this PMS thing is really getting into me. I've been having crazy mood swings these days. Whoever who pisses me or upsets me, i'll go crazy. Well, today I haven't been smiling nor laughing alot. And yesterday's dream was just.. weird. Very weird. It kind of upsets me in a way, but leaves me a deep connection.</div><div><br /></div><div>And now, i'm tearing over something. I'm sure someone will know why. But oh well, I'm feeling so emotional now. And i really don't like not smiling. I think now's the 3rd time i'm crying today. AHHA, i feel so stupid, really. I've so much to say, but i really don't know how to put it into words.</div><div><br /></div><div><i>You. Thanks for everything. I don't care what other people tells me, or you, we'll still be close as ever k? Nothing's g</i>o<i>ing to break us apart. I'll annoy you as much as you want. And please, there are lots more days for you. Don't say as if we're never gonna see each other anymore, cause that's aint happening till the next 70 years okay? And i know, you're a very sincere, true and good friend :D someday, you're gonna find someone who deserves you, and somehow you'll lead a happy life, filled with happiness and your little toys accompanying you :DDD </i></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8623413430961387549.post-41050020760408663622010-12-01T00:11:00.003+08:002010-12-01T00:17:42.989+08:00Hey boy,<span class="Apple-style-span" >I really wanna be with you. </span><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >SO.. I'm sixteen! :) Like.. zz. finally! But on my birthday, i didn't feel anything special ._. However, I did have a memorable sweet sixteen! Will blog about it, when I have transferred all my pictures :D </span></div><div><br /></div><div><i>Why are you still in delusion, dear? He clearly have left you for someone else. Why are you putting yourself down for something/someone which/whom might not even come back anymore? It hurts me to see you devastated. As much as I really want to shout at you to fucking get over him, I can't. Cause I get how you feel. I so do. All you ever need, is time. As time passes by, you'll heal, and learn from it. It's obviously his loss, but it could be your fault too. I just hope you'll learn from your mistakes, and promise me that you'll change. It worries me to see you like this. I'm praying for you, hoping that you'll get over him/it. </i></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0