don't forget

we had it all,

we were just about to fall even more in love.

but somewhere we went wrong,

we were once so strong.

our love is like a song,

you can't forget it.

memories triggered by a diary of my once precious love.

cinta mati~

tolong laa.

be realistic people.

i wish i was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair

in 77 and 69 revolution was in the air

i was born too late into a world that doesn't care

oh i wish i was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair.

When the head of state didn't play guitar
Not everybody drove a car
When music really mattered and when radio was king
When accountants didn't have control
And the media couldn't buy your soul
And computers were still scary and we didn't know everything

in 77 and 69 revolution was in the air

i was born too late into a world that doesn't care

oh i wish i was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair.

When pop stars still remained a myth
And ignorance could still be bliss
And when god saved the queen she turned a whiter shade of pale
My mom and dad were in their teens
And anarchy was still a dream
And the only way to stay in touch was a letter in the mail

in 77 and 69 revolution was in the air

i was born too late into a world that doesn't care

oh i wish i was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair.

When record shops were still on top
And vinyl was all that they stocked
And the super info highway was still drifting out in space
Kids were wearing hand me downs
And playing games meant kick arounds
And footballers still had long hair and dirt across their face

in 77 and 69 revolution was in the air

i was born too late into a world that doesn't care

oh i wish i was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair.

hollow me.

childhood memories are ones that i treasure most.

the bad, the good, the awesome, and everything else. its only sad that some of these memories can only be triggered to remember during times like this.

after almost 2 years of suffering, my grandpa finally left us. and its bittersweet.

sweet because, finally death has come to end his suffering. he is in a better place now.

bitter because, i keep questioning myself, have i done enough to help ease his pain? have i been a good grand daughter to him? what could i have done?

and i wish that i had spent more time with him than i did.

his funeral, was a tear fest. not a single eye was left dry. even the toughest men in our family cried like babies. eye bags, headaches, dehydration.

there's a huge void in our hearts now and no one, nothing in this world will be able to fill that up. it will always be empty from now on.

there's so much more i want to say, to vent out but i can't access my mind right now.

rest in peace aki purutan. thank you for all those lovely childhood memories. i will treasure them for the rest of my life.

until we meet again.

mockingjay

I wake screaming from nightmares of mutts and lost children. But his arm are there to comfort me.

and eventually his lips.

On the night i feel that thing again, the hunger that overtook me on the beach, I know this would have happened anyway. That what i need to survive is not Gale's fire, kindled with rage and hatred. I have plenty of fire myself. What i need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again. And only Peeta can give me that.

So after, when he whispers, "you love me. Real or not real?"

I tell him,"Real."

the Hunger games

there was this book that my little sister introduced to me a few months ago. it was titled the hunger games: catching fire.

it was the second book from a trilogy.

i was madly, deeply and irrevocably in love with the book. and as i frantically search for the third and last installment of the trilogy, i got news that it was going to be made into a movie.

and i was SCREAMING.

so now i just got off from borders.com, ordered Mockingjay, the last book. and i can't wait for it to come!

this is good, i mean what better way to end my edward and bella obsession with peeta and katniss?

the movie better do justice to the books!

and all this is thanks to my little sister who borrowed that one book from the school library.

Suzanne Collins, welcome to my list of favourite female author of all times! and yes,my list also includes Stephanie Meyer and J.K Rowlings.

restarting

my obsession with the twilight saga!

okay so, breaking dawn filming is already commencing and i so cannot wait for the on-set pictures to come out crawling from the internet cause i'm so gonna be ooing and aahing and awwwing and omgsohoting over those pictures.

breathe teng breathe!

who am i kidding miki?

gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! i cannot wait any longer!

the return of robsessed girl! or make that robstensessed ;)

i am not

a business minded person.

as much as i hate maths,i hate doing business even more!

and now i have to think like a businessman for some compulsory subject.argh!okay i'm not complaining,i'm just expressing my utter disgust for this subject.

the end.

rindu sama kalian

thank you

feeling nostalgic.

i saw pictures of my friends today and they look closer than ever.i really miss them :(

come to think of it, meeting them played a huge part as to who i am today.seeing a different side of life from them really made me who i am now.

confident and not afraid of being myself.

seriously,i miss you guys and i just know someday we'll meet again :)

replays

you know that one song that sounds so ordinary at first but as you listen to it again and again it starts to grow on you and eventually gets stuck in your head?

*inhale oxygen*

yeah,i have one currently.

thou i promised myself never to get obsessed with songs sang by tween stars (except taylor swift), this one feels so light and airy and makes me feel like there is hope for me in this world (love department wise la) and it so doesn't sound like any of that miley-i-can't-be-tamed crap.

when i'm kissing you my senses come alive

suddenly the world consists of pink cotton candies and fluffy puppy dogs.

paramore:(

one of the suckiest thing ever in my short life.

why is it that when i was living there they didn't come but now that i'm no where near KL, they suddenly come for a concert?

questions that i'll never be able to answer.

nut job

thank you white walls of UA2.for turning me crazy!and blocking my mind.

i can't even think of how to start doing a simple assignment.

writer's block?hah~

what's wrong with the world mama?

how the fuck do i know.

your single personality

"i'm happy and content"

who you are:

you're the epitome of balance with a good mix of family,BFFs,activities and even time for yourself. You're neither looking nor have you found any guy that catches your eyes, cuz you know you're fine with or without one.

just walk away

you know the feeling you get after you pay for this amazing dress you just happen to walk by in the mall?

yeah,that feeling.

guess what,i found out yesterday about an even better feeling.

this one you get after walking away from that dress,deciding not to buy it. later on in the bus,i felt really really awesome and proud of myself for not giving in to temptation!

here's to hoping i'll be strong enough to resist next time!

over the sea

some people get all the luck.

well,some that i know are very deserving of their luck.they went through a lot to get where they're at now.

but still,jealousy means you're only human.

and i'm nothing but human.

zombies

i hate em~

zombieland or resident evil or whatever,if you're a walking corpse,i hate you.

and when i get zombie related nightmares,my morning will not be so good cause then i'll be plotting ways of how to save me and my family from being eaten.

yeah i know,sucks to be me.

happy Sunday everyone.

;'(

feeling distant with a few people.but i still love them no matter what.