tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32105358948197543142023-11-16T19:36:02.846+08:00I hate egg yolkImah Imshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02398798422392305555noreply@blogger.comBlogger133125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3210535894819754314.post-3450009020487041942016-03-10T23:46:00.001+08:002016-03-10T23:46:04.831+08:00Constant ReaderSo who's my constant reader from Perak? I think i know you. Hello from the other side!Imah Imshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02398798422392305555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3210535894819754314.post-14308384375665525602016-03-08T18:34:00.001+08:002016-03-08T18:34:12.938+08:00The Sinking ShipThat last bubbles that saved you before the ship finally sank were the last moments you saw before it finally ended. You somehow knew and saw it coming. <div><br></div><div>But do you remember the strength you gathered just to hold on to your last bubbles? </div><div><br></div><div>I bet you do.</div>Imah Imshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02398798422392305555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3210535894819754314.post-81769015309438884702016-03-05T15:42:00.001+08:002016-03-05T15:42:43.388+08:00The Memories in Pandora Box"Picture perfect memories is all i have. I'll always reminisce the good times we had whenever I feel like I'm missing you,"<div><br></div><div>"Listen, do some justice to yourself. Those memories aren't meant to be remembered. You should chuck them into a pandora box,"</div><div><br></div><div>"Why? Pandora box usually contains all the evils of the world, right? But my memories are the purest, most significant to me,"</div><div><br></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">"Those memories are the source of troubles. You know the rule of handling a pandora box. You may not know what kind of problems you are getting yourself into when you open a Pandora Box,"</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;">"So are you suggesting that I should put our memories into a pandora box and never open it again?"</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;">"Definitely. And move on. You'll be happier,"</span></div>Imah Imshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02398798422392305555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3210535894819754314.post-37850295402909711312016-02-03T09:56:00.000+08:002016-02-03T09:56:58.788+08:00The Real Tragedy of A TwosomeIt's so tragic knowing this has finally ended. Why do all good things come to an end?<br />
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They say, the real tragedy is not when you love someone and that person doesn't love you back. It is when you both love each other but for various reasons, you can't be together.<br />
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It's really heart-breaking.Imah Imshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02398798422392305555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3210535894819754314.post-76542096676637495532016-01-10T18:49:00.001+08:002016-01-10T18:50:16.603+08:00The Natural Flights of Human MindI like it when you remember little things about me.<br />
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And the fact that you would go extra miles just to make sure I'm okay.<br />
Like a ray of light in a dark room.<br />
You bring hope.</div>
Imah Imshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02398798422392305555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3210535894819754314.post-13165125121513157942016-01-10T18:39:00.001+08:002016-01-25T09:59:06.673+08:00The Failure of A CatapultIt's good to be able to write again after so long. Life has been pretty hectic. Things happened, one after another. Career change, friends getting married, series of heartbreaks, life changing decisions, ahh so many things. I've never imagined myself to experience all these, and the fact that I did, I somehow took these with an open heart and mind. There must be reasons why God made it this way. I bet there's a lot more to come, resting in the catapult, waiting to be blasted off. And when it happens, it's going to be a real hit. Gotta brace myself though.<br />
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But fret not, His plans are always the best. Sometimes I wonder, why me? But come to think of it, everybody has their own struggles. And they get hurt as much as I did, but in different events and scenarios. </div>
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Well, I hope for more positivity this year. Or at least, I would find answers to the questions I've been asking my whole life.</div>
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Happy New Year 2016.</div>
Imah Imshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02398798422392305555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3210535894819754314.post-1026145931057631062015-12-21T12:24:00.001+08:002015-12-21T12:26:15.642+08:00The Love in An Open Sea"Are you deeply in love with me?"<br />
"Hm yes,"<br />
"It's quite dangerous you know, to fall in love with me,"<br />
"But why?"<br />
"Imagine, right now you are in the middle of the ocean. You're too far from the shore and it's almost impossible to turn back. You're lost in that ocean now,"<br />
"Hm, so what do you suggest? Should i love you less? Clearly I can't do that,"<br />
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"Keep <i>lost</i> in that ocean. Because the ocean needs you,"<br />
<br />Imah Imshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02398798422392305555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3210535894819754314.post-76911955627641720372015-12-02T21:23:00.001+08:002015-12-03T11:57:13.097+08:00The Drowning ShadowsThe feeling was there, all along.<br />
It was kept secret under the rug, so that nobody knows.<br />
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But you came, and told me the feeling was mutual.<br />
You felt the same too, way before.<br />
And I believed you.<br />
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I let down my guard, and told you stories about stars and rainbows.<br />
You did the same.<br />
And I believed you.<br />
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You said you scared of losing me.<br />
You said you love me.<br />
And I believed you.<br />
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I let the feeling grew each day.<br />
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One day, you left me without notice.<br />
You asked "when will i see your face again?"<br />
But you never come back.<br />
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You let my imagination runs wild.<br />
Painted the images of things that we could possibly do together.<br />
But you never come back.<br />
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I fell so hard,<br />
I believed you.<br />
But you never come back.<br />
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Today, here I am, picking up my self again.<br />
Picking up the pieces of me you left along the way.<br />
And you'll never know.<br />
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<br />Imah Imshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02398798422392305555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3210535894819754314.post-75594008332983369082015-11-09T10:17:00.001+08:002015-11-09T14:42:09.734+08:00The Undefined Feeling<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkjGwf_wPakaM_b_25s9DOSw3MZKVkLvp4-mHMEhmzKQJIxZXEBjnWVY7fnBwxaW7GP2r-LitgczO8oLG9YnxWO17pfyXcOikQNUv-ghWODSyD_EI12X-2pZKu9VQm9kX-V0_cV0aKZNn3/s640/blogger-image-1341170555.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkjGwf_wPakaM_b_25s9DOSw3MZKVkLvp4-mHMEhmzKQJIxZXEBjnWVY7fnBwxaW7GP2r-LitgczO8oLG9YnxWO17pfyXcOikQNUv-ghWODSyD_EI12X-2pZKu9VQm9kX-V0_cV0aKZNn3/s640/blogger-image-1341170555.jpg"></a></div>Imah Imshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02398798422392305555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3210535894819754314.post-31687527322172008422014-02-19T22:44:00.001+08:002014-02-19T22:44:48.687+08:00The Missing ChapterThings that happened in the past, will always haunt you, especially the ones that hurt you so much. No matter how hard you forced yourself to dust it off and move on, you failed miserably, each time.<div><br></div><div>You cried and blamed yourself for what happened. And you lost it. <br><div><br></div><div>And every moment you spend to mend your broken heart, is the missing chapter.</div></div><div><br></div><div>You. Me. <i>We</i> should be happy.</div>Imah Imshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02398798422392305555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3210535894819754314.post-36562532092394036592013-11-24T11:12:00.001+08:002013-11-24T11:12:04.737+08:00The Happy Pill<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; font-family: Helvetica;">Sometimes I feel like taking a break from all this nonsense and do something creative and colourful. And be happy. </p>Imah Imshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02398798422392305555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3210535894819754314.post-26072631514662317992013-08-21T21:36:00.001+08:002016-01-09T13:17:27.512+08:00The Developing of Dementia<span style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); font-family: '.Helvetica NeueUI'; font-size: 14px;">Guy: Hi! </span><br />
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Girl: Hi. </div>
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Guy: What's wrong? </div>
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Girl: I am very worried. </div>
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Guy: Oh, what happen? </div>
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Girl: I keep on forgetting things. </div>
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Guy: That's bad. What are the things that you keep on forgetting?<br />
Girl: Your name and the memories between us. </div>
Imah Imshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02398798422392305555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3210535894819754314.post-39652494406872157782013-08-01T05:56:00.001+08:002013-08-01T05:56:26.846+08:00The Point of WhichYou seem really happy with your life now. <div>I just hope that you don't come back and try to patch things back. </div><div><br></div><div><i>Just move on</i>. </div>Imah Imshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02398798422392305555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3210535894819754314.post-51161363502913322152013-07-31T09:48:00.001+08:002013-07-31T09:48:48.900+08:00Long Hiatus<div style="font-family: '.Helvetica NeueUI'; font-size: 16px; line-height: 20px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); ">It feels good to be able to write again. It's been awhile since I last wrote. Life's getting more serious each day. And to keep up with the momentum is a real challenge. It's either you really fast to stay ahead of the game or you lose it. You can't do much about it.</div><div style="font-family: '.Helvetica NeueUI'; font-size: 16px; line-height: 20px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "><br></div><div style="font-family: '.Helvetica NeueUI'; font-size: 16px; line-height: 20px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); ">On a totally unrelated note, seeing some familiar faces everyday somehow keeps you sane. But they say you can't be too happy about something. Take into consideration the reciprocal effect. In other words, just be careful of what might await you in the near future. It could be better, it could be worse.</div><div style="font-family: '.Helvetica NeueUI'; font-size: 16px; line-height: 20px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "><br></div><div style="font-family: '.Helvetica NeueUI'; font-size: 16px; line-height: 20px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); ">As I'm getting older, I started to see how things work. When something happened, it may look or sound bad, but as the time goes by, everything will start to make sense, and it is rarely as bad as it seems. At the age of 24, I learn how to rationalise things. </div><div style="font-family: '.Helvetica NeueUI'; font-size: 16px; line-height: 20px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "><br></div><div style="font-family: '.Helvetica NeueUI'; font-size: 16px; line-height: 20px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); ">Just have faith, Allah is The best planner.</div>Imah Imshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02398798422392305555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3210535894819754314.post-36974538883097248142013-07-27T22:33:00.001+08:002013-07-28T01:51:12.568+08:00The Patronizing LightAs you surfaced from the dark,<br />I saw a bright light at the other side of the road<br />The bright light that I adored so much<br />The bright light that I thought would mean something.<br /><br />The presence of the bright light had put my mind at ease.<br />Day by day,<br />I became a better person<br /><br />But life ain't easy, they say<br />The bright light isn't mine, they say<br />I don't deserve it, they say<br />Because it belongs to someone else.<br /><br />And here I am, standing alone<br />Defying the gravity that constantly pull me to the bright light,<br />Rationalising myself<br />and calculating what's left inside,<br />Trying so hard with all my might to stay away from it.<br /><div style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 24px;">
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Imah Imshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02398798422392305555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3210535894819754314.post-51480972991748251442013-02-26T18:52:00.002+08:002013-05-02T12:43:14.893+08:00The Amnesiac ReporterAfter what happened, after years have passed, after series of heartbreaks, I completely forgot who you are, how we were, and how did things become like this.<br />
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I need a fresh start.<br />
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<br />Imah Imshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02398798422392305555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3210535894819754314.post-43733455317760667602012-10-01T22:25:00.001+08:002012-10-01T22:37:30.046+08:00The Science Explains It AllSo I bumped into you. And it didnt feel right. It hurts so much that I had to look away. <br />
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Well, it wasn't me who decided to react that way, it was just a series of memories flashing back one by one before my eyes the moment I saw you. <br />
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And my heart sent a signal to the brain and then to the whole body system to move and look away, impulsively. <br />
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Imah Imshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02398798422392305555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3210535894819754314.post-28544115589632518642012-09-08T02:28:00.001+08:002012-09-08T02:28:30.017+08:00The Thing That MattersI have so many things to worry about rather than trying to fix whatever is happening between us.<br />
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I have goals to achieve, I have plans to execute, I have dreams to keep me alive. <br />
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And you. You're a history.Imah Imshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02398798422392305555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3210535894819754314.post-14804165699248911542012-08-07T01:51:00.001+08:002012-08-07T01:56:21.923+08:00The Delay It Caused<br />
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Imah Imshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02398798422392305555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3210535894819754314.post-76246347368690118712012-07-31T02:13:00.001+08:002012-07-31T02:13:19.473+08:00The Agony You ChoseHave you ever working with situation that you know exactly what is going to happen? And then you go into it anyway, and then when what you're afraid of happens, you kick yourself because u should've known better. <br />
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Because that is just who you are, so you keep punishing yourself. <br />
Imah Imshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02398798422392305555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3210535894819754314.post-61500534068988007842012-07-09T13:25:00.002+08:002012-07-09T13:26:04.022+08:00The Optimist Gets to Escape<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">When something happens in your life, you only have one choice. which is to accept it and be very optimist about it. Very optimist here means to find positive ways that can make whatever things that happen in your life look positive.Look on the brightside.The level of optimistic may vary from one people to another. The spirit, faith and effort are always become the factors measuring the level of optimism of a person.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Once you accept the thing that happens in your life positively, it is good. But when something something doesn't really become positive in a way, all we can do is to treasure,cherish and appreciate the good side of something, and wait until the time comes, where things started to fall apart.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">it's acceptable, when bad things happen in your life, they do come in a very clear and vivid notice in advance. but, when they come in a short notice, and there's no time for you to fix it, you will feel the biggest regret and fear in your self. you will start to blame yourself and say impossible things; "I should have love her more.." "if only i could tell her how much i love her.." " if only i could meet him more often, please him, and hug him for the last time.." "if i listen to mom,this thing wont happen.." "Dad was true, i should have listen to him..."</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">we just need to appreciate more,because people don't appreciate something/someone, until they lose them, then only they know, they can never look back, and turn back time.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">it is all because the clock keeps ticking the life away.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">random: when i wrote this, i kept asking myself, can i fix things that already happened? then another side of me answered "Why don't you start to be extra careful,and appreciate more what you have now and don't let whatever happened in the past happen again, because if you were hurt in the past,it will be more hurtful on the second time,"</span>Imah Imshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02398798422392305555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3210535894819754314.post-85335185081159411872012-07-09T13:18:00.001+08:002012-07-09T13:23:30.757+08:00The Power It Became<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">But somehow I believe,</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">time will slowly come,and wash away my pain.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">I'm looking on the brightside.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">After all the pain I felt, t</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">here's a miracle left behind.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">I've become stronger by loving one,</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">and I overcome things by believing in one.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><br /></span>Imah Imshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02398798422392305555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3210535894819754314.post-30693585221136194872012-05-18T22:54:00.001+08:002012-05-19T12:27:33.916+08:00The Tube Half EmptyBecause we always try not to cry, but end up crying. No matter how strong we are, it is painful to lose someone we love and giving up on something that we hoped it is going to work, but it all turn out the other way around.Imah Imshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02398798422392305555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3210535894819754314.post-18708872368928450862012-05-02T18:42:00.001+08:002012-05-02T18:42:36.790+08:00The Numb Heart"But no matter how hard I try, I can no longer call up the echoes of your touch. I should be glad because it could mean I'm finally getting over you. But I'm not, because as much as I try to stop myself, I still find myself missing you during the quiet moments of my day."<br />
-MfImah Imshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02398798422392305555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3210535894819754314.post-48445392898803712472012-04-18T04:25:00.001+08:002012-04-22T12:53:39.407+08:00That FeelingRT @ihatequotes: Sometimes I regret being nice, apologizing when I didn't do anything wrong and for making unworthy people a priority in my life.Imah Imshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02398798422392305555noreply@blogger.com