Dear Diary

Today, is the last day for september. Time flies really fast. Counting days for Westlife concert- left another 7 days..

I’ve always been fond of reading and writing. The first time I’ve ever wrote and kept a journal or diary when I was 12 yrs old. Back in those days, I just basically write the things that happened during the day or I use it as a channel to speak up my mind and emotion. Other then writing I was also a bookworm. I love reading books, basically I love romance.

I’m just stared a book by David Nicholls called ONE DAY. Well, is a National Bestseller. Now Major Motion Picture starring Anne Hathaway and Jim Sturgess.
I just started it, so I don’t really know how the book, but is something different all the romance book I read.

Anyway, have a nice weekend and start a brand new month tomorrow ;p


Can’t Fight This Feeling

I can’t fight this feeling any longer.
And yet I’m still afraid to let it flow.
What started out as friendship,
Has grown stronger.
I only wish I had the strength to let it show.

I tell myself that I can’t hold out forever.
I said there is no reason for my fear.
Cause I feel so secure when we’re together.
You give my life direction,
You make everything so clear.

And even as I wander,
I’m keeping you in sight.
You’re a candle in the window,
On a cold, dark winter’s night.
And I’m getting closer than I ever thought I might.

And I can’t fight this feeling anymore.
I’ve forgotten what I started fighting for.
It’s time to bring this ship into the shore,
And throw away the oars, forever.

Cause I can’t fight this feeling anymore.
I’ve forgotten what I started fighting for.
And if I have to crawl upon the floor,
Come crushing through your door,
Baby, I can’t fight this feeling anymore.

My life has been such a whirlwind since I saw you.
I’ve been running round in circles in my mind.
And it always seems that I’m following you, girl,
Cause you take me to the places,
That alone I’d never find.

And even as I wander,
I’m keeping you in sight.
You’re a candle in the wind,
On a cold, dark winter’s night.
And I’m getting closer than I ever thought I might


Diary of A Broken Heart

We were just friends at the start,
Always having fun, never apart
Then one day, something sparked
The next thing I knew, you had my heart.

The days flew by,
I lost track of time
Everytime I was with you,
I was on cloud nine.

Then one day, you asked me to be your girlfriend
I exclaimed, yes! and prayed we’d last until the very end.
No one could look into my eyes and say I wasn’t happy,
Happy that I was with you, and you were with me.

With me in your arms, you told me you loved me,
Then gently kissed my forehead and gave me a squeeze.
I was convinced you were the one for me,
Apart from you, I would never be.

Just when I thought all was well,
Was when you began to put me through hell.
You said, we should just be friends
That’s when I knew it was the end.

I looked into your eyes, trying to find out why,
It was all I could do, not to begin to cry.
Where I once saw love, I saw nothing,
I couldn’t believe you no longer felt something.

I lay in bed, counting my tears,
Each representing what I’d hoped would be years.
Years of happiness, for us to be together,
A long-lived life, forever and ever.

But in my heart, I know this will never be,
For in yours, no longer is there a place for me.
I gave you my all; I gave you my heart,
Little did I know that you’d tear it apart.

Everyday I place a smile on my face,
As for tears, there is not a trace.
You ripped me apart, but yet it’s true,
Forever and always, I’ll still love you.


Love Hurts

You told me that you loved me
why did you leave me to cry in the cold
you swore this time was different
why does that line seem so old

You told me I was the only one
who could make you feel that way
you told me that you cared about me
so why didnt you stay

All the nights you laid with me
alone in the dark in my bed
now I finally realize
you were just messing with my head

Love is such a powerful word
a word people often misuse
something they take for granted
something they beat and abuse

My wounds run deep inside me
there’s blood all over the place
I think I’ve really lost it this time
Im ashamed to show my face


A Poem For A Special Someone

You are my inspiration
having you in my life
revived my sleeping devotion
You are indeed a special someone

Loving you gives me hope
to free this misery that I coped
in those times I gave up
You came and I stood up

Never will I forget
how you always cheer me up
every time I’m sad
and for that I’m glad

Whenever I’m lonely
You were there for me
keeping my heart alive
with your every smile

I dedicate this poem to you
to show how much you meant
to me I love you
My special someone


A Brand New Day

Rest your head and close your eyes
Everything will be okay
For when you wake with the sweet sunrise
It will be a brand new day
Turn down the lights and pull me close
Feel only the beating of our hearts as we lay
For when you wake with the soft morning breeze
It will be a brand new day
Relax your body and caress my soft hair
Let all of life’s worries melt away
For when you wake with the warm summer scent
It will be a brand new day
Fall fast asleep and dream with me
Whisper “I love you, I’m here to stay”
For when we wake in each other’s arms
It will be a brand new day


We are who we have loved

How we behave with our current partner has a lot to do with what we learnt from past relationships

One of the questions she asked me was: “Have you ever wondered if things might have turned out differently if that first date had gone well?”

have no regrets about the boyfriends I’ve had. Even though most of the relationships ended in tears, I gained from each of them and am glad they happened.

Every relationship taught me a little more about what love is and, more importantly, what love is not.

Every relationship gave me a better idea of what I must do – or mustn’t do – in that quest to find “true” love.

We are, I believe, the sum of relationships past.

What H and I are now and how we behave with each other is, to an extent, shaped by whom we had shared our lives with before.

Why I chose to marry him has also to do with the “lessons” on love I’d gleaned from my relationships.

This is my list:

> If a man is just not that into you, move on, and quickly.

It’s really sad when you want so much to be part of another person’s life, only to realise that you’re low on his priority list.

It shatters your self-esteem, so why not save yourself the inevitable embarrassment and pain?

I remember a relationship where I was the one constantly visiting him rather than the other way round. He felt I lived too far away. I was in university then, not earning a salary yet, but bought him gifts although he was much older.

He never told me to my face that he wanted to break up. He just grew more distant. I finally got the message when I went over to his place one night, armed with flowers, and he was dressing up to go on a date. I ended up having dinner with his parents, who must have felt sorry for me.

Never again, I vowed, would I allow myself to be humiliated like that. I don’t ever want to be the chaser.

> You can’t make someone love you just because you love him.

Unfortunately, love doesn’t work that way. He might grow to like you a lot because you’re caring, but a woman deserves more than being merely liked a lot by the man she loves. She deserves to be truly, madly, deeply loved.

> If a man really loves a woman, he’d marry her.

If you’ve reached a stage in the relationship where the next natural step is a ring but he hems and haws whenever you mention this, the painful truth is he’s not that into you. You’re wasting your time with him.

> If a man loves you, he’ll buy you presents.
> Don’t cling on to love for the sake of love.

There are situations where love alone can’t solve everything. It’s an ill-fated love. Accept it as a cruel fact of life, grieve over it even, then let it go.

I’ve found that if you try hard enough, love can die or at least recede into a whisper of a bitter-sweet memory, even the most ardent and genuine of love.

> Keep an open mind.

You might have an image of what your perfect husband should be like, but get over it. Life’s not a fantasy.

> Don’t be overwhelmed by a man’s fancy car, fancy house or fancy clothes.

It’s really the person inside the car, house and clothes that matters.

By the same token, don’t be under-whelmed by a less-than-fancy car, house or clothes.
Women can earn the car and house themselves, and you can always buy your man nice clothes, too.

> Don’t underestimate kindness, gentleness and patience in a man.
> If you don’t love the way he looks, the way he sounds and the way he speaks, forget about marriage because that’s the first and last thing you’re going to see and hear every day for the rest of your life.

> If he doesn’t share your sense of humour, you’re going to have a frustrating and boring life together.
> If you are not able to sit in a room without a TV, stare into each other’s eyes and talk and talk for hours on end about nothing in particular, it’s not a good sign.
> If there’s anything about him that you view with disquiet at the start of the relationship – the way he eats, the way his car smells, how his earlobes curl – reconsider because that disquiet might one day turn into disgust.
> Only marry someone whom you won’t mind sharing your most precious possessions with.
> Long-distance relationships are hard to sustain and probably won’t work.
> A man who kicks your dog is not the man for you. (This really happened although he insisted he was merely pushing my dog away.)
> Be sensitive to the person you love. There are, for example, limits to what you say. Some things might cross the line and hurt him.
> Finally, never lend your boyfriend money. Odds are you’ll never get it back. It’ll also be a source of friction. You’ll feel aggrieved that he hasn’t paid you back and he’ll feel resentful that he’s in your debt.
When I asked H for his lessons from past loves, it was a much shorter list: Marry a woman you fancy, who’s considerate, who gets you, who loves you, and whom you have absolutely no doubts or misgivings about.

In other words, I teased him with a pleased smile, me. – The Sunday Times/ Asia News Network


Happy hours

What makes you happy? Yeah, if only it was that straightforward. There probably isn’t enough space on this anyway but let’s agree we are all more thoughtful of the things for which we are UH-happy about : stress, working and etc etc…

Sometime happiness feels a lot like real property prices, doesn’t it? It’s a constant moving target. When I first started work, I looked at my pay slip and thought, if only I made more, I could have the life I truly want. Well, I’ve met the goal but have not stopped to enjoy it. It’s like my happiness list gives both a new goal whenever one gets crossed out.

There is a solution for this. “Are you happy? Recommends everyday gratitude counting our blessings in surprisingly harder that it sounds – but also very effective antidote for anxious people. It’s shocking how a plan. Today, I have 24 hours to…………” instantly add all sorts of dignity to the days. to be truly thankful of all the little and bigger things in life practice but hey, the reward is Happiness !!

Maybe we could “Drop a Note” – write ‘choose happiness’ on a post-it-note, stick it in a place that you’ll see very day’. * do you think Is going to work* like in law of attraction ….i been doing that most of the day but nothing seem to work ( with different kind of word)

Or surround our self with positive people – did I know how to catch people’s emotion? Emotional contagion means that u are influenced by the moods of those around you, so think wisely when compiling the guest list of your life…* thinking*