tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14648627429453001792012-02-16T11:53:16.301-08:00shuEn♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107145191312710686noreply@blogger.comBlogger71100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1464862742945300179.post-12708070507802465822012-01-01T22:16:00.000-08:002012-01-01T22:48:33.639-08:00New year!<div>New life</div><div>New dreams..</div><div><br /></div><div>Everything starts all over again</div><div>no matter what happened</div><div>I'm ready to leave it all behind </div><div>and work extra harder this year!</div><div>=)</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1464862742945300179-1270807050780246582?l=xshuenx.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shuEn♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107145191312710686noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1464862742945300179.post-47530272073863755952011-10-28T05:44:00.000-07:002011-10-30T07:17:44.112-07:002nd semester was a totally different story<br />Started mixing with other people and find them quite interesting actually<br />Everything was great But then exams came <br />Facing results was a total disaster<br />Never felt so scared in my life<br />But since it's all over now, might as well brush up a bit on my maths <br />Can't remember why I chose to go for science stream. Weird.<br /><br />Four months already I think<br />Since what had happened <br />Had actually forgot about the whole thing but still can't help thinking about it during the exams<br />Still remembered when we actually talked over the phone every night although there were tests the next day<br />Great memories<br />I choose to remember the nice part and forget about the rest<br />Feels much better that way<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1464862742945300179-4753027207386375595?l=xshuenx.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shuEn♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107145191312710686noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1464862742945300179.post-38738940360662432822011-08-21T02:23:00.000-07:002011-08-21T02:43:17.341-07:00Exams are over! <br />What a big relief <br />Gonna start planning for the holidays! <br />Wouldn't wanna waste it again <br /> <br /> <br />Just finished reading a book I bought <br />It turned out to be better than I expected <br />We should look forward__Towards our dreams__Putting effort in them <br />Soon They WILL come true <br /> <br />But what if a person has no dreams? <br />_______.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1464862742945300179-3873894036066243282?l=xshuenx.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shuEn♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107145191312710686noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1464862742945300179.post-42630873480661088512011-07-16T07:06:00.000-07:002011-07-16T07:19:57.312-07:00I tried everything, everything that I can to save our friendship<br />But it doesn't seem to get any better<br />And I'm tired.<br />There's no way I'm going to keep this up<br />That's why I chose to give up<br />I have my limits too.<br />That's something that u should know.<br /><br />Yes u're important to me<br />But if having me as your friend is torture to you then I have nth to say<br />I'll give up. I really will.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1464862742945300179-4263087348066108851?l=xshuenx.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shuEn♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107145191312710686noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1464862742945300179.post-43914850413629047652011-07-02T19:41:00.000-07:002011-07-02T19:42:20.730-07:00It's raining early in the morning. Making me feel like going back to bed.<br /><br />Yesterday's jogathon was a blast!<br />Tired but fun.<br />It feels great to finish that 4.5km journey, at least I didn't give up.<br />Determination is what pushes you to the finishing line.<br />And when u reach there, there'll be surprises. =)<br /><br /><br />Been listening to a friend talking about problems he's facing lately<br />I'm kinda relief of what I'm having now back at home.<br />Parents are there for me and I'm happy having them with me<br />I never appreciate it. But now I'm going to.<br />Hope things are getting better for him.<br />If you feel like telling, I'll be listening.<br />That's what friends are for.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1464862742945300179-4391485041362904765?l=xshuenx.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shuEn♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107145191312710686noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1464862742945300179.post-17337184887131647462011-03-16T23:36:00.000-07:002011-05-27T04:01:51.006-07:00don't know how to describe my feelings<br />frustrated? disappointed? or lost?<br />now as i recall, i seem to have a crazy life<br /><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>which is not really a good thing </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >sometimes i feel like crying, but tears never seem to fall</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >*tears are words the heart can't express.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >it's true.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >i need someone to talk to, and listen to my words, my heart</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >i'm afraid of losing my friends cause i need them.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >i need you.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >holidays</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >i'm gonna do something different</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >something important</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >and maybe, making decisions.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1464862742945300179-1733718488713164746?l=xshuenx.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shuEn♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107145191312710686noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1464862742945300179.post-57966649957034246382011-03-16T02:26:00.000-07:002011-03-16T03:41:02.480-07:00Things happen for a reason, believe it or not, it's true...<br />well, at least that's what they say.<br /><br />It's the sixteenth year and life changes along the way<br />People came in and out of my life<br />Some are still here by my side...but the rest just walk away<br />There's even people who leave you and then come back for you<br />Those are the people I hate<br />Turning up one day asking for forgiveness like I'm suppose to forgive<br />Then, walk away. Again<br />Ridiculous.<br />Looking at you is torture to my eyes so GET LOST!<br />I don't want you anywhere near me.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Sometimes I just wanna runaway<br />Runaway from all those nonsense and pressure and never look back<br />But that's just never gonna happen.<br />Science class...that's what I chose, what I want<br />But it's hard...<br />4s HE...it's not a good class, that's what people have in mind<br />those two idiots must have been laughing at me behind my backs<br />Yes I'm lousy, but that's none of your business!<br />You're nothing to me.<br /><br /><br />As I said,<br />Someone new keeps moving into our life<br />Before this we're just strangers<br />But now we know each other<br />We don't talk much<br />But at least there's something.<br /><br />New friends, new life, new environment<br />I laughed through all that...maybe a bit too much<br />She's been asking me to control myself <br />But how can I?<br />It's you, your jokes and your stupid facial expressions that made me burst<br />Don't you know that? Haha.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1464862742945300179-5796664995703424638?l=xshuenx.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shuEn♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107145191312710686noreply@blogger.com0