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NLYN

nurliyana
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Thursday, October 30, 2008

A wife bought an enormous birthday present for her husband. He opened it and looked rather confused.
"What an i suppose to do with a rocket?"
"You wanted space,"she replied. "Now, get lost."

noted@5:15 PM
free me to fly on my own



Monday, October 20, 2008

tioman trip. 25-27 october 2008. yahoo.

noted@4:24 PM
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Thursday, October 16, 2008

today, i feel much calmer. Alhamdulilah. boi has started msging me back. bro has managed to ease my confusion, show concern n share. n ive learnt several important points to take note n discover further down d road.

1. i have to learn to love myself first. after doing smtg, though it may not work out d way i wan it to be, appreciate n thank myself for efforts put in. at least, i noe ive done my very best n will have no regrets.

2. i have to learn to let go disappointments. no blaming on myself for d tings tat turn out differently. again, at least i have tried to make a difference.

3. i noe tis one. dont tink too much. y tink empty just to feel sorry for urself? no no no.. nope..

4. rainbow after d rain. believe tat it will happen. onli d best is meant for u.

5. appreciate own n others' personal space. others need to breathe. n so do i. i must learn to respect myself better.

learning points of d day. nlyn, please keep in mind. love n respect.

noted@12:01 AM
free me to fly on my own



Tuesday, October 14, 2008

Life and Love

· When you love, there's no such thing as loving a little, but loving all the way. Love may not ask you to give up your life, but it will require lots of sacrifices.

Definitely. But not many people see d point of sacrificing but expect so much out of love. Tgs dont work out tat way. U get as much as u give. God's fair, alright.

· Your first love is not always your truest love.

Perhaps so, but it is definitely a special chapter in life. u will never forget d moment of happiness. N somehow, it becomes a benchmark for me in love. I noe it may not be fair but tats how i do it.

· In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: It goes on.

Yeap. Whether u wana accept d tgs along d road, it's either sooner or later.

· When I saw how much pain love could bring I felt sorry for those in love, when I saw how much joy love could bring I envied those in love.

How nice to have tgs going our way at all times, but i guess d slopes of life r present as learning points n they are essential.

· Love can only be what you want it to be.

N if it's not how i want it to be, means it's not love?

· Hate is the only love that has missed it's way.

So, is there a chance of getting back on d right track? Or perhaps it's just not meant to be.

· For awhile I thought I would never love or hate anyone, but I have come to realize I have loved and hated the same person.

Ya Allah. Help is needed. If tis is reli happening, wat does it mean? How did i ever get into tis state? Perhaps, from too much tinking. Or maybe, it's fate. Good or bad?

Once you love, you cannot take it back, cannot undo it. What you felt may have changed, shifted slightly, yet still remains love.

Love will always be love.

· You were my strength when I was weak, you were my voice when I couldn't speak, you were my eyes when I couldn't see; you saw the best there was in me.

But all tis are in past tense! Why?!

Life can only be understood backwards, but it must be lived forwards.

N tats where d tinking box comes in. D importance of a working brain.

Love may be magic, but remember, magic can also be an illusion.

So, love is an illusion?

Never love unless you can bear with all the faults of man.

I tried my very best but I cant bear with them! It's impossible clapping with a single hand, u noe. Wat do i do? Stay away from love?

Love is like a tree in the four seasons of change. It can either bloom or blossom into a warm, loving relationship, or it can slowly turn, fade, and die, and grow unbearably bitter and cold.

Tats why im thankful im in singapore. To avoid as many distractions.

No man is worth a woman's tears; the only one who is, will never make her cry.

No man.


noted@7:03 PM
free me to fly on my own



Sunday, October 12, 2008

i miss u more than ever.

thank u for taking d chance to prove me wrong. to teach me a good lesson about how words arent d greatest solution to any arguement. to show me tat tings dont go my way all d time. n to make me appreciate imperfect love.

is there gona be another opportunity?

d silent war continues. . . .

noted@9:31 PM
free me to fly on my own





im so sick of love song, so tired of tears. so done wif wishing u r stil here.

leave me alone coz im reli sick of imperfect love. love wif more tears of sorrow than tears of joy. i dont want tis. i dont wan us tis way.

noted@12:16 PM
free me to fly on my own





Selamat Hari Raya 2008. it has been an extremely long period of time since i last blog. n suddenly today, i just need to release my uncontrollable temper here. a medium i have always favoured. bcoz i am d boss, d authority here.

life. love. sigh. countless happy moments. but now im in d confused state. why? why cant love just be perfect like how it's suppose to be? why r there so much confusion n sorrow but i just cant explain them?

im so insecure, too sensitive, an empty bottle. i tink too fast, too ahead, too much. no limit. no one can beat me in tis tinking game. nobody catch me in d run n calm me down. n my temper's horrible. wen im mad, words tat come out shoot d shit out of idiots. n these idiots just have d power to do or say someting on d bull's eye. made it worse n got more shitty shots from me. sometimes i feel so sori for them. sometimes they just deserve them.

idiots r so idiotic. they have a list of shitty personality n i cant tolerate them. ego-centric. selfish. ignorant. immature. fucking lazy. they have tis motto, 'Getiing d most by doing d least'. i strictly believe in meritocracy. so i have these kinda people. n once again, they are called idiots.

can i have a more perfect bf please? i dont care if u tink im asking for too much. im greedy. i just feel sori for myself so tats y.

another ting. i have a bad habit. a greatly horrible one. n i wana kick it. i tink too much. especially about d past. i noe time dont come back for us n i noe tat wats in d past means it's over. totally over. just tat i need to be reminded consistently.

Allah is d greatest. he will give us d best tat we deserve at d perfect moment. but sometimes i realise d tings i get may be great at a point of time but real no-no at another. n being someone who reads between d line all d time, i sometimes wonder which is reli for me n which r d list of tings arent meant for me for d future.

lesson learnt. never misjudge a straight road.

noted@12:57 AM
free me to fly on my own


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