tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86707504207900000942012-02-15T23:13:14.206-08:00~LeY cHi3n~http://www.blogger.com/profile/12113873247595296779noreply@blogger.comBlogger81100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8670750420790000094.post-69569575636255213572009-01-17T05:08:00.001-08:002009-01-17T05:22:26.700-08:00<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;">what's wrong now?<br />why everything seem to be my fault?<br />why you want to mention all the "key words" when you know im in a bad mood?<br /><br />why?<br />i just can't understand.<br /><br />is it the fact that we just can't communicate well?<br />i just duno how to express my feeling now...<br />it's so bad..<br />i'm going to be crazy..<br />Lots of work to be follow up...<br />why you can just mention every single bad thing...<br /><br />why?<br />i really can't understand.<br />can't u just be the one that always support me?<br />i mean just be the one that...<br />haiz...<br />i just duno how to say..<br /><br />it's my problem...<br />always is my problem...<br />none of your fault...<br />everything is my fault...<br />im the problematic one...<br /><br />i know...<br />i just cant communicate with you...<br />the good times with just just always within a short period..<br />will never last long<br />why?why?why?why?<br /><br />im so angry now...<br />not only angry..<br />it's so complicated...<br />i just duno how to describe it...<br /><br />im like going to hell...<br />anyone can help me up?????<br />will there be an angel for me??<br /><br />where's my angel??<br />where are you??<br />can you come to me??<br />can you help me solve my problems??<br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8670750420790000094-6956957563625521357?l=leychien.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>~LeY cHi3n~http://www.blogger.com/profile/12113873247595296779noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8670750420790000094.post-15192618225693588002008-10-17T10:54:00.000-07:002008-10-17T10:57:21.754-07:00<span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;">sometimes, i really fed up with what i had done...</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;">what's the point to be like that?</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;">i really feel im so stupid of being that...</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;">not only once being hurt....</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;">twice....infinity time...</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;">it's too much...</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;">it's enough for me...</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;">it's over my limitation...</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;">i will never be that any more...</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;">just stop it....</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8670750420790000094-1519261822569358800?l=leychien.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>~LeY cHi3n~http://www.blogger.com/profile/12113873247595296779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8670750420790000094.post-20031487104450485252008-10-03T08:49:00.000-07:002008-10-03T08:59:26.357-07:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#ff9900;"><em>having lots and lots of assignment.....</em></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><em>don't know how to do...</em></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><em>feel so pressure...</em></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><em>how????</em></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><em>what should i do????</em></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><em>feel so bad now...</em></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8670750420790000094-2003148710445048525?l=leychien.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>~LeY cHi3n~http://www.blogger.com/profile/12113873247595296779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8670750420790000094.post-69153298514549687882008-09-30T00:40:00.000-07:002008-10-03T09:00:48.882-07:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#ff9900;"><em>Have u been tired with it?</em></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><em>Have u been sicked with it?</em></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><em>Have u been fed up with it?</em></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><em>Have u been fool with it?</em></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><em>Do u feel giving up?</em></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><em>Do u feel leaving?</em></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><em>Do u feel escaping?</em></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><em>Do u feel waiting for someday?</em></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><em>Someday...</em></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><em>Someday that i will tell you...</em></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><em>Someday that i will tell you what you want...</em></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><em>Are you waiting for it?</em></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><em>Waiting for that day...</em></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><em>Are you afraid to tell me?</em></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><em>Telling me about what i do not wish to listen?</em></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><em>Are you afraid to let me know?</em></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><em>Letting me know about the thing that I'm always worried of???</em></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><em>I'm always waiting...</em></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><em>Seem to wait for the thing that I wouldn't want to know...</em></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><em>But,</em></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><em>I'm afraid...</em></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><em>Yet,</em></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><em>I seem to wait for it...</em></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><em>I don't really hope that it will be a day for me..</em></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><em>I really don't hope...</em></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><em>But,</em></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><em>u let me feel...</em></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><em>just let me feel that you're waiting me to tell u first..</em></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><em>Tell you about the thing that u always wanted to tell me...</em></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><em>I try to avoid it..</em></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><em>But, still...</em></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><em>The feeling always come across me...</em></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><em>Just simply come across my mind...</em></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><em>It's scary actually...</em></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><em>I try to seek a way out...</em></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><em>I always tell myself that just let it b...</em></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><em>no matter what...</em></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><em>just let it be...</em></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><em>I'm trying my very best to change...</em></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><em>but,</em></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><em>I feel it's impossible...</em></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><em>It's impossible not 'cause of can't change...</em></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><em>but,</em></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><em>'cause of change...</em></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><em>No matter what is the changes...</em></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><em>it's still the same...</em></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><em>May be it is the end of it...</em></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><em>nothing will stop to make it the end...</em></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><em></em></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8670750420790000094-6915329851454968788?l=leychien.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>~LeY cHi3n~http://www.blogger.com/profile/12113873247595296779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8670750420790000094.post-14435171820539482362008-09-24T19:34:00.000-07:002008-10-03T09:01:06.087-07:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><em><span style="color:#ff9900;">24th September, 2008 raining day</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff9900;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff9900;">I was doing revision the whole day until 3.30pm.</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff9900;">The sky was dark and i quickly stopped my revision...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff9900;">When I was at the door step of the building, it was raining heavily and the winds blowed...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff9900;">I could hardly control my umbrella under the bad condition...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff9900;">I walked as fast as I can to reach the bus stop..</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff9900;">I managed to get the bus...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff9900;">I was kind of relief...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff9900;">When the bus stop, just as usual, I waited my turn to go down...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff9900;">It was heavier, the rain fell...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff9900;">So strong, the wind blowed...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff9900;">Many people, included me, got to hide under the umbrella while controlling it...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff9900;">I was behind a bunch of girls walking down the street...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff9900;">An umbrella was blowed off and the girls were all laughing at one of their friend...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff9900;">I tried to pass by them....</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff9900;">At the meantime, I fell on the street...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff9900;">It was so embarrasing..</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff9900;">I could hardly imagine or refresh back how the situation I were in...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff9900;">I hurt my right knee...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff9900;">I quickly went to class as I have test at 4pm..</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff9900;">I wouldn't care anything about it...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff9900;">Except the pain...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff9900;">I thought it was just scretches...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff9900;">But, when I was about to clean my wound, the blood seemed to be oozing out...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff9900;">Worse come to worse, I got to clean it and attend the test...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff9900;">It was so uncomfortable with the pain during the test....</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff9900;">I finished it as soon as possible so that i could get back and put medicine...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff9900;">Something made me curious...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff9900;">When I handed my paper to my lecturer, she seemed to have the kind of pity face on me...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff9900;">May be she saw me wipping off my wound when i was doing my test...haha...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff9900;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff9900;">It has been a long time I never fall on the street...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff9900;">I really pain...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff9900;">However, I managed to answer all the questions for my test...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff9900;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff9900;">So, is it my lucky or unlucky day???</span></em></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8670750420790000094-1443517182053948236?l=leychien.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>~LeY cHi3n~http://www.blogger.com/profile/12113873247595296779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8670750420790000094.post-64164361263124462352008-09-22T06:13:00.000-07:002008-10-03T09:01:21.029-07:00<em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;">hope that i won't see that again...<br />i try not to look at it...<br />but,<br />again and again it appears...<br />why??<br />what i can do to just ignore it??<br />i just don't hope to see it any more...</span></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8670750420790000094-6416436126312446235?l=leychien.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>~LeY cHi3n~http://www.blogger.com/profile/12113873247595296779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8670750420790000094.post-31712424823559512342008-09-20T23:36:00.000-07:002008-10-03T09:01:35.349-07:00<em><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#ff9900;">Somehow </span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;">I'm so confusing...</span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;">Should i let him know about it?</span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;">Somehow</span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;">I really feel guilty if I let him know?</span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;">When should be the right date, time, day for me to tell him?</span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;">It makes me feel bad...</span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;">Somehow...</span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"></span></span></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8670750420790000094-3171242482355951234?l=leychien.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>~LeY cHi3n~http://www.blogger.com/profile/12113873247595296779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8670750420790000094.post-72108539200238354842008-09-20T07:38:00.000-07:002008-10-03T09:01:57.743-07:00<span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"><em>I appreciate everything I have now...<br /><br />It's enough for me to lead my life happily...<br /><br />Thanks...<br /><br />You really brightened my life....^^</em></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8670750420790000094-7210853920023835484?l=leychien.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>~LeY cHi3n~http://www.blogger.com/profile/12113873247595296779noreply@blogger.com0