Monday, May 16, 2011

Love can be as simple as this. They are sweet. :)


HJ Story 's author is a guy from Korea that express his and his gf's life and stories through drawings. Well, he drew all of them and put them in blogger, facebook and so on. What i can say is they are too sweet and eventually they married. How sweet it was. The drawings as if is really happening around us especially with the one you loved. ;) Share it with the one you loved and i'm sure that he/she will love you too ;) stay happy!
Can we be like that too ;)
I love you this thiS thIS MUCH!
I'm always with your my dear. ;)
 After we have a big fight...
 Will you hug me into dream? 
 We all fight sometimes and likes to be stubborn when we both wish for the same thing, just for the other side to do the smallest thing to cheer each other up and everything would've been ok. Be the first one to give the first hug, or the first smile!
 Thor is really nice, Wee~
Eventually, they married. This is their real photo,so sweet She is no longer a girlfriend but a wife ;) Are we going to be like this too, my dear? (:

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Saturday, May 7, 2011

For certain members in intearct club

First of all, I'm not here to share out my happiness that insists inside my heart but rather some complicated feelings. As a fact, the incoming board had been announced. Happiness,sadness,disappointing feelings all around,mixed. Well, that is not exactly my feelings. But them. Congrat for those selected as committee, and a hundred, a thousand and a million sorry for you guys that had been repulsed as a committee. World and life are always competitive and so do in our little Intearct Club. You guys are always the best! Ever! Yours' contribution and sacrifices are always more then enough , we appreciate it. You guys weren't loser. Remember, now and always. As a president, i'm sorry for all of you. I've my tasks to make the cruelest and harsh decision. Do you guys know that, how much hopes that i had been wished so that i could increase the poses in my club so that i could select let all of the form4 members as the committee. Happy ending. But reality is always the cruelest, I couldn't make this. How sad i were, when i saw a little boy from form4 was walking around in the hall, desperately. All of his friends had been selecting but left him. They are all happy, but what about he? I"M SORRY! i've to make these. i'm sorry. And the both little charming, i'm sorry too. i knew how you guys felt, but i can did nothing and help nothing. Sorry. We appreciate all of yours' efforts. Really, we really do. How happy we were when we are working together,our memories, ever.

My fault.

Today is Saturday. There should be an accounting tuition tonight but I'm sorry for skipping tuition again. How lazy i were. I'm sorry my dearest, I threw them in the tuition, my family, my dear and myself. How come a tuition could make me that emotional. I wonder why.Forgive me? ;(  For not regretting in skipping tuition, i must study properly in this 2 hours. But what will be the first? History? Science? or Economy? Hmmm, no idea. Just packing up my mood and start whatever i could. At last, I"M SORRY :(

Friday, April 29, 2011

IMMATURE!

I hate! I hate boys whom like to play online games dota etc. You guys make me feel like it's just an immature habits and attitudes. Well, it's just my personal opinion. But, if you are a buddy around me. I will hate you just because of this attitude. I knew not why i hate online game that much ( not mini game) , But i'm just hate it. Continue it if  you want to become a hero in your game-world but not in your life.

Saturday, April 16, 2011

Women . woman


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Who is my prince?


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Saturday, April 9, 2011

Is it my fault for making all these toward myself?


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Friday, April 8, 2011

M'i a transparent?


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Sunday, April 3, 2011

Girls are incomprehensible, are you one of them?

As what the title mentioned, girls are usually incomprehensible. Ya, honestly, I'm one of them. Usually, they seemed strong and tough outside,within their appearance. But, inside her little-inner heart, it seemed to be so fragile. May be that is not you, but it's me, myself. Girls like to represent what they hate,what they dislike as what they prefer you to do and in reversely. They prefer to say 'NO' when their heart mention "YES". I wonder why, girls have such a personalize, well, not all. They are just contradictory, they liked to make everything upside down. Ya, I can say that they are purposely to do so, as they need more from you guys, the one she believe in. They wanted to see how her loved one solve the problems that experiencing in her inner heart, they felt warm when they gain some comfort from you. Do you know it? *well, i know, it's kinda weird. Sometimes, they even emotional unreasonable, well, that is what they are. They might not need your protection in every hours,but they really need you in every seconds when they are really down. That is, a simple but an incomprehensible attitude of a girl.

Saturday, April 2, 2011

Wedding dresses . lovin' it

Organza Fit and Flare Gown with Bias Flange Skirt Style nn
White by Vera Wang
Silk Taffeta Spaghetti Straps Ball Gown
by Amsale
http://www.kleinfeldbridal.com

Organza Applique Decoration with Ruffled Skirt
  Organza Strapless Straight Neckline with Satin Band Saum Zipper
Satin Sweetheart Neckline with High-waist Design
tulle sexy deep v neck with sheer shoulder straps

These is just part of my loves, not the most . Guess what, I will be wearing the gown i loved the most when the ring was placed on my finger, the day i was officially married to the love of my life. Well, I'm not sinking in the dream of marry, but by looking all these dresses, they made me happy. :D

*Check it out for more:








Thursday, March 31, 2011

Thrusday, A Fatigued Day.

 A meaningful, but a fatigued day indeed. A day which was filled which 2 tuitions, one of them is kind of a challenging tuition which need lots of patient,strength and hand-writing skills. Well, don't worry, i'ma tough enough. doesn't matter for now, as long as it works towards my future, let me gain what i yearned for. Then, it'll be more then enough. 


School times
Lots of homework that needed to be completed in time. Tomorrow will be weekends, but sadly, schedules are tightly packed! Additional Math, essay etc. Well, i shouldn't be that desolated  before i try. ain't?

Lack . Hot proper meals
Well, I have KFC as my dinner today. Not prefer, but forced to. I think, i need some proper meals which full multiple servings. Hmmm, soup! I lovin' it.

Thursday, you present me a hustle and bustle day, which filled with immersed activities and benefits throughout my day. Instead of mumbling about your presence, I'd like to go thru these no matter how tough it is.  Dont worry, my beloved! Good night and happy friday ;D

Newspaper!


Newspaper




Morning, when i went through a newspaper's stall. A sudden feelings burnt on my heart. STAR newspaper!  I think i should have one of them each morning. Well, as you know, i'm not good in English. Thus, it's a good way to attempt, either i understand all of them or not, it doesn't matter! ;) Life with newspaper, begin!

Wednesday, March 30, 2011

No more sandwiches!

Happiness wouldn't stay long, ain't? Maybe i should think the other side, a positive side.  I'll also stay on happily, even you and I are in a far distance. doesn't matter! ;) distance couldn't tear us apart, this is what you always told me. Hmmm, I'm indeed well-behaved girl nowadays. Do I, my prince? Tomorrow, my dear gotta go back to his college. Below is the list on What-To-Pack,exclusive for you:

  • clothes
  • towel
  • water bottle
  • charger
  • earphone
  • facial washer, teethbush
  •  medi ( MUST!) panadol etc. 
  • tiger notebook
  • notebook's charger
  • things for registeration
  • books
  • gougou 
  • socks & slipper
  • pencil box 
Lastly, the most important, that is, bring me along! ;)  And dont forget you haven't make my favourite tuna sandwiches for me ya, you owe me! :D Hope my dear can start a new sem happily. putting  more effort and attempt for your future, our future. I love u dear! 

Monday, March 28, 2011

Reblog! ;)

Well, since my dear that his baby got a little blogger here, Thus i've made my little decision to update my blogger more frequently. And my dear do think so too. Some more, he promised to update his blogger often too. Hope that he will always check up to my little-sweet-hearted blog and we can did that together. #happy ;D

I can't find a way to express myself to you anymore.

I'm sorry. Kinda sorry. I know, i have messy up your life. u dont lik it. i know that. I'm selfish. You dont like me to be too sticky with you. U liked ur new collage life , and i should distrub that much. Honestly, I've use to the life which occupied you. every night, without ur cal, i cant found a good position to sleep. I'm just dont why this will happened to me.  I've used to it. inside my heart, there was lots of things that i wanting to ask you. either you're fine or you're happy. Every night, i will miss. it had became a natural phenomena to me. talking phone with you at night was a need to me. but, you dont realize that, besides it was just a 'distrub' for u i think. I dunno who to talk to. I felt lonely honestly.i know i got a boyfriend. but we are far apart. not distance but mentally. I want to touch ur heart, wanting to see what is inside there. But u never try to touch my heart, never ever want to know what is inside there. And i, couldnt find any way to talk with u anymore. The decision being together was a wrong again to me. i regreted. i scared! i scare u will just throw me aside as u like. ignore me. neglect me. But what i can do? I'm stupid, i cant bear myself to even have a night without you. Thus, i get the result like this. I'm still child, I want to be a child. wanting to pamper with you days and nights. Hoping that you'll love care me, and let you know, I'm always wanting to be a child inside your heart. 

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

An action which warmed my heart.

I'm suprise i felt touching when i saw this.Although it's not for me, but just a little second, the action touched my heart. When I finish my tuition, student's were rushing down to the stairs. At this moment, i saw a pair of couple. Her boyfriend is holding her hand tight. Felt warm,when i saw this. He seemed to be very care, even just a little action. not wanting his girlfriend to squeeze with others. hold she tight, mind her footsteps and protecting she! So, please hold tight and let me fell the warmness from you =]