tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16730586217849986042011-04-22T07:00:16.231+08:00Life's like a blogwailuи ɤhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15628358447391097990noreply@blogger.comBlogger181100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1673058621784998604.post-37780707283970728102009-05-11T14:48:00.002+08:002009-05-11T14:53:49.505+08:00Everything is because i trusted so much<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1673058621784998604-3778070728397072810?l=justlun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>wailuи ɤhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15628358447391097990noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1673058621784998604.post-88216669111412162002009-05-02T07:34:00.002+08:002009-05-02T07:45:11.815+08:00Dreams that come at night<br />You won't know when you're in one because it seemed so real<br />When you're in a dream, what happened in your real life doesn't exist<br />Appearing at places that you don't know, but there you're yourself with the people you know<br />Couldn't control what's happening and never remembering what really happened yesterday<br />Waking up only finding that now yourself is in a distant land of nowhere<br />Further than the one that you felt when you're in the dream<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1673058621784998604-8821666911141216200?l=justlun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>wailuи ɤhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15628358447391097990noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1673058621784998604.post-12922979581815540652009-05-01T06:25:00.005+08:002009-05-01T06:43:25.854+08:00Heart would tremble so bad even its just a moment flash back of what happened<div>How could it happen, what did i did so wrongly?</div><div>That could had caused such unimaginable outcome</div><div>Not only that my purposes never being understood, i had been framed</div><div>And no matter of what i do, or how hard to i tried to say...is never accepted what they're supposed to meant</div><div>I don't even know why</div><div><br /></div><div>Every moment of silence would invade my mind, slitting my throat from the inside</div><div>Causing breath to slip away</div><div>Searching and waiting, but never finding anything</div><div>How many years had it been?</div><div>The trust and the sincerity that grew from sorrows of half a life time, are treated less than nothing</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1673058621784998604-1292297958181554065?l=justlun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>wailuи ɤhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15628358447391097990noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1673058621784998604.post-58431643905208469162009-04-27T05:21:00.005+08:002009-04-27T09:25:07.438+08:00As time goes by, everything slowly fade, not away but into silence like how it always used to be<br />At times no longer debating, no matter what you say what you think, is concern of none<br />Help do not exist when the only one who can save you is only yourself or a miracle<br />When everything is lost, how do you save yourself?<br />You pick yourself up and look forward? Who doesn't know?<br />Why do we call sorrows as burden?<br />Because it weights you down right deep inside you<br />It's not like fuking TVB where characters could wake up one day, forgetting every yesterdays<br />Choices are you try survive on what you could find,<br />Grow stubborn, far more than before, so you could stand and move on<br />What 'everything' meant, is not simple<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1673058621784998604-5843164390520846916?l=justlun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>wailuи ɤhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15628358447391097990noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1673058621784998604.post-26528055923299545472009-04-20T01:34:00.002+08:002009-04-20T01:41:52.000+08:00Tired<br />Sleepy<br />Internet problem still occurring since 4 days ago<br />Warm but quiet weather<br />Forgotten the touch of happiness and peace<br />Gave it all lost it all<br />For unknown reasons and cause<br />Go to bed<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1673058621784998604-2652805592329954547?l=justlun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>wailuи ɤhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15628358447391097990noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1673058621784998604.post-4589476566671226732009-04-15T06:28:00.005+08:002009-04-15T06:58:23.095+08:00Everything seems abnormal<br />Things that are happening doesn't feel familiar like it used to be<br />Every time looking out of the window finding nothing<br />Every time kept looking and trying to find, but nothing at all<br />Even the weather had been acting strange<br />Troubles getting to sleep...heavy rain waking me up during late nights...looking through window...nothing...just feeling tired and having headaches...<br />Had i been thinking too much or things really turned this way?<br />Gave everything but things turned out this way...great...<br />What mistake did i made so seriously that at a sudden everything became these<br />It's not the first time and i did kept trying my best, even more everytime.<br />Does it really have to come to this?<br />Am i not sincered enough?<br />Not honest enough?<br />Not passionate enough?<br />Thought i had given everything that i had<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1673058621784998604-458947656667122673?l=justlun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>wailuи ɤhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15628358447391097990noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1673058621784998604.post-60557461510058375282009-04-14T05:57:00.005+08:002009-04-14T06:25:40.968+08:00Have you wondered<br />And tried finding out<br /><br />The promises that i made<br />To give you faith and trust, no matter at what cost<br />To hold you up when you're down, when you needed someone to trust<br /><br />Why some of the things that i said<br />Doesn't sound sweet?<br />Sounded so harsh?<br />Why did i mention even i knew i would feel pain myself?<br /><br />Why some of the things that i did<br />Doesn't seemed to be necessary?<br />Felt so mean?<br />Why did i take all the troubles to do even i know i will be hated?<br /><br />...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1673058621784998604-6055746151005837528?l=justlun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>wailuи ɤhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15628358447391097990noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1673058621784998604.post-47730039045345357022009-04-12T07:23:00.010+08:002009-04-12T13:20:05.456+08:00How much stubborn i could get<br />How much stubborn do i need to be?<br />No matter how much<br />It is still far incomparable to this stubborn heart<br />Confused what to believe<br />Never knew which is the truth<br />The touch of happiness and meaning of peace forgotten<br />Becoming distant memories<br />Only remembered that it happened<br />Never even know why<br />Stubborn is only way to deny but the everlasting pain could always remind no matter how far<br />The cost of incomparable love is too much to bear when it's not being realized, even just a little<br />All along i had been very clear that i could not afford to lose any much more<br />But i still do gave 100% with all of my heart<br />I had been telling you that this is no ordinary love<br />We started this together<br />But you ended it all by yourself without even trying to understand or listen<br />Not once... but twice...<br />If one day i disappeared forever<br />Only a little part of the universe in my heart would remain<br />And those are the contents i am writing here everyday when things are getting heavier<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1673058621784998604-4773003904534535702?l=justlun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>wailuи ɤhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15628358447391097990noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1673058621784998604.post-12391469608662702932009-04-11T10:22:00.002+08:002009-04-11T10:36:07.073+08:00When being questioned<br />Confusing last week's yesterday with the day before today<br />For several weeks it had been this way<br />But looking at the calender, its only been two weeks<br />Is time flying or had it stopped?<br />When is yesterday?<br />What happened yesterday?<br />Where did all the yesterdays vanished to?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1673058621784998604-1239146960866270293?l=justlun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>wailuи ɤhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15628358447391097990noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1673058621784998604.post-83243355880348300312009-04-09T23:30:00.003+08:002009-04-10T19:20:52.103+08:00Knew that could not afford to lose anymore but still<br />Gave everything and lost everything<br />Never at least could imagined<br />Everything isn't the same anymore<br />There's nothing how could there be anything<br />Sleep is a journey to dreams that revoke nightmares<br />Awakening is finding myself in hell<br />Silence used to be peace, but it's heavy now<br />Time that i need to prove and show...<br />Every ticking second drowning a little deeper<br />Chances i need to prove and show...<br />Leaving me suffocating unable to breath<br />Dead but had to be stubborn to cling on to life<br /><br /><span class="gen">The memories<br />The things we did<br />I locked inside my heart<br />Where i know i won't forget</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1673058621784998604-8324335588034830031?l=justlun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>wailuи ɤhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15628358447391097990noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1673058621784998604.post-79735224438156634772009-04-09T05:52:00.004+08:002009-04-09T06:16:07.636+08:00Since the very first day<br />These promises were made for only you<br /><br />1. I would never lie to you<br />2. I would never break any promises<br />3. I would never let u down or leave you alone when you needed me<br />4. I would never do anything sorry or betray you<br />5. I would never keep any grudges against you<br />6. I will give you the best in life<br />7. I will be loyal to you and only till the end of time<br />8. I will protect you even if costs my life because i cared for you so much<br />9. I will always be at your side no matter what happens<br />10. My promises to you would never end<br /><br />Which as above did i not kept at all times?<br />Kept with all i could give and all of my very heart<br /><br />Maybe you couldn't see it<br />Maybe you don't believe it<br />Maybe you never even cared about it<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1673058621784998604-7973522443815663477?l=justlun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>wailuи ɤhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15628358447391097990noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1673058621784998604.post-71524518703948219262009-04-08T20:31:00.005+08:002009-04-08T21:25:24.190+08:00How could it became as such<br />Everything seem so unclear<br />Maybe truth is fading away<br />Along with consciousness and soul<br />As how it used to be, but time after time it just rip things further and further apart<br />The gap that could be mended with little effort<br />Slowly becoming a cliff ...silence...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1673058621784998604-7152451870394821926?l=justlun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>wailuи ɤhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15628358447391097990noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1673058621784998604.post-63051474445877512912009-04-07T08:16:00.000+08:002009-04-07T08:20:18.578+08:00Where everything's nothing without you<br />These words are my heart and soul<br />As i bleed my heart out to show<br />Thoughts read unspoken forever and now<br />The pieces of memories fall to the ground<br />All the streets where I walked alone<br />With nowhere to go have come to an end<br />I want you to know<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1673058621784998604-6305147444587751291?l=justlun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>wailuи ɤhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15628358447391097990noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1673058621784998604.post-55995419501294382102009-04-06T05:42:00.003+08:002009-04-06T06:03:49.401+08:00Out of so many but why you?<br />The most trusted, the closest, the not even imagined of<br />How could it be you?<br />You already knew the rules of the game<br />You're playing with one who had lost too much and could not afford to lose anymore<br />You're playing with one who would give everything into it<br />One sudden sorry and it's game over?<br />You wanted to play and you never thought of anything before quitting all at a sudden<br />Once the game started there's no turning back<br />It's the beginning of everything<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1673058621784998604-5599541950129438210?l=justlun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>wailuи ɤhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15628358447391097990noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1673058621784998604.post-46217759525406292662009-04-05T03:48:00.010+08:002009-04-08T20:31:08.083+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvO5QkyAteg/SdfBzy4Wa1I/AAAAAAAAAA4/LcXBadvfeuU/s1600-h/2643232740_f5d7546e48_m.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 175px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvO5QkyAteg/SdfBzy4Wa1I/AAAAAAAAAA4/LcXBadvfeuU/s320/2643232740_f5d7546e48_m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320934580337142610" border="0" /></a>Lost track of time<br />Waking up in the middle of night<br />Found yourself in nowhere<br />Unable to continue sleeping as<br />You're trying<br />To find and recall but<br />Nothing's in your mind as you're<br />Somehow constantly reminded<br />Not to search any deeper<br /><br />Heavy but ... silence ...<br /><br />Random sudden burst of silence<br />An inner voice telling do not get any deeper<br />Empty streets, dim city lights, no signs of rain, no signs of stars<br /><br />Where ... silence ...<br />Who ... silence ...<br />When ... silence ...<br />How ... silence ...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1673058621784998604-4621775952540629266?l=justlun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>wailuи ɤhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15628358447391097990noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1673058621784998604.post-37544833339649180702009-04-04T14:58:00.007+08:002009-04-10T00:01:47.506+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SvO5QkyAteg/SdcW7FOil1I/AAAAAAAAAAw/ful8M2NVbmo/s1600-h/Fragile+Heart.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 164px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SvO5QkyAteg/SdcW7FOil1I/AAAAAAAAAAw/ful8M2NVbmo/s320/Fragile+Heart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320746689032787794" border="0" /></a>Care to some, means <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">everything</span><br />Care to some, means <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">nothing</span><br />Some don't even know what care is, when there's too much of it all along<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Sometimes care...</span><br />Touches one's heart<br /><div style="text-align: left;">Makes you feel warmth<br />Makes you trust<br />Gives you courage<br />Hold you up when u're down<br />Relieves the burden in your heart...<br />...no matter how heavy it had been<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">When care betrays...</span><br />It turns your world around<br />It disappoints<br />It deceive your trust<br />It makes you afraid<br />It tear things apart<br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">Your heart</span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">Your mind</span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">Your soul</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1673058621784998604-3754483333964918070?l=justlun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>wailuи ɤhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15628358447391097990noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1673058621784998604.post-83651445758125085852009-04-04T02:07:00.005+08:002009-04-04T02:55:23.016+08:00Is it something commonly said by one just to comfort another?<br />or is it something usually said for one's own benefit?<br /><br />Yesterday is true but today is not<br />Why is that?<br />The reason, the cause?<br />Not known<br /><br />Maybe yesterday's deceiving, today's the truth<br />Who is the fool? Who is the lucky one?<br />Not interested to know as never meant to compete for anything<br />It's not a matter of losing or winning<br />Did the best, but not realized, treated as the worst by the closest one, still believe because of wanting too much to heal, or maybe too afraid to lose anymore<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1673058621784998604-8365144575812508585?l=justlun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>wailuи ɤhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15628358447391097990noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1673058621784998604.post-31476317143662739292009-04-03T07:01:00.004+08:002009-04-12T13:21:02.668+08:00Everything is bound to the universe's law of balance<br />Everything that lives, dies<br />Everything that comes around, goes around, but<br /><br />Time flies during happy times<br />Time drags during the worst times<br />Causing people to forget happy moments easily no matter how happy it used to be<br />The bad times always seemed to happen so much more that it clings to your unconscious heart<br /><br />Is this the balance?<br />Life is deceiving<br />Appreciate things you have or the fool would be you, the cause would be yourself to blame<br />Moving fast doesn't mean you're leading if you never stop to think about your position and your direction<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1673058621784998604-3147631714366273929?l=justlun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>wailuи ɤhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15628358447391097990noreply@blogger.com0