Your Sweet♥~


Linda Ser.
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Smiling to herself as she sat at the table waiting for him to bring back the drinks. She relaxed back in her chair and gazed out of the window to the cold June day that caused the trees to dance wildy in the wind. She thought about what she had learned, who she once was and who she had now become. She now had a job that she loved, wonderful people whom she knew so true and felt confident within herself to reach for what she wanted.

She was a woman who made mistakes, who sometimes cried on a Monday morning or at night alone in bed. She was a woman who often became bored with her life and found it hard to get up for work. She was a woman who more often than not had a bad hair day, who looked in the mirror and wondered why she couldn't just drag herself to the gym; she was a woman who sometimes questioned what reason had she to live on this planet. She was a woman who sometimes just got things wrong.

On the other hand, she was a woman with a million happy memories, who knew what it was like to experience true love and who was ready to experience more life, more love and make new memories. Whether it happened in ten months or ten years, she would just obey the final message. Whatever lay ahead, she knew she would open her heart and follow where it led her.

In the meantime, she would just live.

♥

Those Moments ♥

July 2006
August 2006
September 2006
October 2006
November 2006
December 2006
January 2007
February 2007
March 2007
April 2007
May 2007
June 2007
July 2007
August 2007
September 2007
October 2007
November 2007
December 2007
January 2008
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November 2008
January 2009
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July 2009
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November 2010
January 2011
February 2011
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April 2011
June 2011
August 2011
September 2011
October 2011
February 2012
May 2012
September 2012
February 2013

Music ♥




Saturday, January 27, 2007
Sorry

You told me how hurt you were but I walked away.

Thank you for all you've done.

Sometimes I wanna call you, but I know you won't be there.

I'm sorry for everything.

I hate myself for overlooking your feelings.

Would you tell me I was wrong? Would you help me understand?

Are you looking down upon me? Are you proud of me?

I'm sorry for the lies and agonies.



















oeyNALA™

Thursday, January 18, 2007

Been really long, I know.
I guess I can jolly well toss this site away.
Whatever it is, and whoever's reading this,
I'm here to make up.
I'll just do random photoblog.
Some in-days-of-old photos I chanced upon.
Note: If you (yes, YOU) did check out my friendster photo album recently, you can go ahead and close this site.

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Some people even posted the pix at the right side at a whatever-cUtiEexX-cLuB primary photo. - I went O.o" -


Ah, yes. The so-called havoc red monster.


Ahhh... Stop this nostalgia thing.


Does my head look inappropriate with my body, or is it just me?
(Saw that charles&keith pink slippers? Fuck that person upsidedown with carrots and pineapples who stole it.)



There's like tons of 'em but I'm getting really hungry. So... byebye.

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Oh, I'm sorry. Did I just scared you?

Friday, January 05, 2007

Guess what? My mom's back home. (:

It's amazing how much Bibi has grown, especially when I haven't been there to witness.

She used to sit by me and join me for DVDs like korean dramas or those bloodshed 'underground' affairs my dad always love and introduce 'em to me aftermaths.
She'll always pretend to join in the atmosphere, I know. She'll laugh her head off at touching yet corny scenes.

She's unknowledgeable to me speaking ill of her to my mom or sis and "chio mi mi" still.

And now?

She interupts my shows and insist on her Lora(or whatever) or Barbie or whatever that's cartoon and lame.

She'll shoot back whatever I say. (She wanted rice right after nasilemak and milk. And when I warned my mom 'bout her appetite bigger than a pig's, she hollered with threatening eyes, "wo bu shi zhu, wo shi vabbit!") Can I roll my eyes? I think I shall. *rolls eyes*

I noticed her eyelashes got longer. And my mom will go, "Her eyelashes are prettier than your fake ones leh!" Sarcasm? You bet.

And, my gosh, she got fatter.

School's starting for her later on at 1pm. I wonder how will she fare and react to it. I'm really worried she'll snatch and fight with her classmates, seriously.