tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261778602012-01-25T21:53:44.626+08:00deelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04660232814916463092noreply@blogger.comBlogger41100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26177860.post-58769138559485181742012-01-25T21:52:00.002+08:002012-01-25T21:53:44.645+08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">HELLO!!!!!!!!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">hahaha. i miss this space. :)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">love.&nbsp;</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26177860-5876913855948518174?l=blacknwhiteswan.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>deelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04660232814916463092noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26177860.post-90429936174860422002011-10-03T22:53:00.001+08:002011-10-03T22:53:41.290+08:00i love you.<br />i do.<br />i didn't erase everything but just save them into drafts instead.<br />i just don't like the idea of people revisiting my past when my past isn't perfect (okay. who's is) and I'm not exactly proud of it.<br /><br />how strange i have become 'doppleganger' of myself. how 5 years ago i want to 'show off' to everyone what i did or how i feel every single day. but now, i just want to put myself in a small cosy closed box where i have the only access to allow specific people to enter and to get to know me. oh wells. i guess i grew out of that.<br /><br /><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26177860-9042993617486042200?l=blacknwhiteswan.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>deelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04660232814916463092noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26177860.post-36960547063271192432011-09-10T00:14:00.007+08:002011-10-03T22:53:56.839+08:00<div style="text-align: center;"></div><blockquote><div style="text-align: center;">Even though I rarely say this to you, from the bottom of my heart,</div><div style="text-align: center;">I,</div><div style="text-align: center;">sincerely and truly,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Love You.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Nothing/no one can ever beat that.</div></blockquote><blockquote><div style="text-align: center;"> </div></blockquote><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div><br /></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 191px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s5qCVh7jZEU/TmpFwWFg39I/AAAAAAAACC0/gcdXNzGkqUw/s320/Scan.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650405379354451922" /></div><div>Praying for the best.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26177860-3696054706327119243?l=blacknwhiteswan.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>deelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04660232814916463092noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26177860.post-75794662222096778042011-09-07T21:12:00.003+08:002011-10-03T22:53:56.844+08:00I miss those moments where we just sit, talk everything under the sun and let the whole world past us by. Because nothing matters as long as we had each other by each other’s side. Share about how we feel towards certain issue or person. Share about how we are doing/coping. Share about our future or what we would like to have and dream of. Share about how we developed. Laugh about those silly moments we shared. sigh at how much we changed and wish those moments to be replayed. I miss those quality talks. I miss those bonding session. Those sessions that made relationship grew. Those sessions that made us know each other better and deeper.<br /><br />Now, I don’t have such things. Talks are merely about updating how was each other’s day went. What we share are merely on the surface. When asked about what you want or what your dreams are, I’m clueless because we never talk about such stuffs. Our talks never grew deeper.<br /><br />So, how then, you define a relationship?<br /><br />No one will ever know what im actually feeling. Only Him.<br /><br />btw: relationship can be in any form. Relationship between parents and child, between friends, between couples, between relatives. In general.<br /><div><br /></div><div>I'm just babbling. pfffffft.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26177860-7579466222209677804?l=blacknwhiteswan.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>deelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04660232814916463092noreply@blogger.com0