tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13052818362686736142012-01-25T18:11:15.909+08:00Kaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186923310037391688noreply@blogger.comBlogger3021100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305281836268673614.post-61868951552414957872012-01-25T18:11:00.001+08:002012-01-25T18:11:15.940+08:00<p><object width='425' height='355'><param name='movie' value='http://www.youtube.com/v/KrWI-9GTHKM&rel=1'></param><param name='wmode' value='transparent'></param><embed src='http://www.youtube.com/v/KrWI-9GTHKM&rel=1' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' width='425' height='355'></embed></object></p><p>On the other side of a street I knew<br> <br/> Stood a girl that looked like you<br> <br/> This must be deja vu<br> <br/> But I thought this can't be true<br> <br/> Cause you moved to west L.A or New York or Santa Fe<br> <br/> Or where ever to get away from me</p> <br/> <p>Oh but that one night<br> <br/> Was more than just right<br> <br/> I didn't leave you cause I was all through<br> <br/> Oh I was overwhelmed and frankly scared as hell<br> <br/> Because I really fell for you</p> <br/> <p>Oh I swear to ya<br> <br/> I'll be there for ya<br> <br/> This is not a drive by<br> <br/> Just a shy guy looking for a two ply<br> <br/> Hefty bag to hold my love<br> <br/> When you move me everything is groovy<br> <br/> They don't like it sue me<br> <br/> The way you do me<br> <br/> Oh I swear to ya<br> <br/> I'll be there for ya<br> <br/> This is not a drive by</p> <br/> <p>On the other side of a downward spiral<br> <br/> My love for you went viral<br> <br/> And I loved you every mile you drove away<br> <br/> But now here you are again<br> <br/> So let's skip the "how you been"<br> <br/> And get down to the "more than friends" at last</p> <br/> <p>Oh but that one night<br> <br/> Is still the highlight<br> <br/> I didn't leave you until I came to</p> <br/> <p>Oh I was overwhelmed and frankly scared as hell<br> <br/> Because I really fell for you</p> <br/> <p>Oh I swear to ya<br> <br/> I'll be there for ya<br> <br/> This is not a drive by<br> <br/> Just a shy guy looking for a 2 ply<br> <br/> Hefty bag to hold my love<br> <br/> When you move me everything is groovy<br> <br/> They don't like it sue me<br> <br/> The way you do me<br> <br/> Oh I swear to ya<br> <br/> I'll be there for ya<br> <br/> This is not a drive by</p> <br/> <p>Please believe that when I leave<br> <br/> There's nothing up my sleeve but love for you<br> <br/> And a little time to get my head together too</p> <br/> <p>On the other side of a street I knew<br> <br/> Stood a girl that looked like you<br> <br/> This must be deja vu<br> <br/> But I thought this can't be true<br> <br/> Cause</p> <br/> <p>Oh I swear to ya<br> <br/> I'll be there for ya<br> <br/> This is not a drive by<br> <br/> Just a shy guy looking for a two ply<br> <br/> Hefty bag to hold my love<br> <br/> When you move me everything is groovy<br> <br/> They don't like it sue me<br> <br/> The way you do me<br> <br/> Oh I swear to ya<br> <br/> I'll be there for ya<br> <br/> This is not a drive by</p> <br/> <div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v2.0.3</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305281836268673614-6186895155241495787?l=storiesofmylifenyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186923310037391688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305281836268673614.post-78918056491248484752012-01-17T17:13:00.001+08:002012-01-17T17:13:22.129+08:00<p>My head hurts.<br> <br/> =(<br> <br/> Idk what to do. <br> <br/> I just had a dream of you.<br> <br/> A nightmare actually.<br> <br/> You were out with someone else.<br> <br/> Ignored me as if I'm not even there.<br> <br/> I cried as bad as the day you left.<br> <br/> Even though it's just a dream, my heart still ached.<br> <br/> Despite the fact that there's nothing between us now, I still love you.</p> <br/> <p>Sigh.<br> <br/> After our separation, I thought I've changed.<br> <br/> But the more I contact you, the more I became the me I knew.<br> <br/> That's not what I want.<br> <br/> I'm bound to just hurt you once again.<br> <br/> There's just so many emotions running.<br> <br/> All I want....<br> <br/> ...</p> <br/> <div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v2.0.3</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305281836268673614-7891805649124848475?l=storiesofmylifenyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186923310037391688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305281836268673614.post-60799973343523264982012-01-17T03:33:00.001+08:002012-01-17T03:33:15.001+08:00<p>How long can this last?<br> <br/> Tell me this is final.</p> <br/> <div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v2.0.3</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305281836268673614-6079997334352326498?l=storiesofmylifenyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186923310037391688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305281836268673614.post-16468888847345648462012-01-01T08:33:00.001+08:002012-01-01T08:33:45.431+08:00<p>I rise. I fall.<br> <br/> I make mistakes.<br> <br/> I live. I learn.<br> <br/> I've been hurt but I'm alive.<br> <br/> I'm human, I'm not perfect but I'm thankful<br> <br/> Live and love each day with no regret.</p> <br/> <div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v2.0.2</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305281836268673614-1646888884734564846?l=storiesofmylifenyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186923310037391688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305281836268673614.post-47309195860748795602011-12-27T19:57:00.001+08:002011-12-27T19:57:55.941+08:00<p><a href='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-jcSzEAbyD2Q/TvmyvtId4sI/AAAAAAAAAHM/7lBOLPfIkQ8/s0/DSC00001.jpg'><img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-jcSzEAbyD2Q/TvmyvtId4sI/AAAAAAAAAHM/7lBOLPfIkQ8/s400/DSC00001.jpg' /></a></p><p>When can I make more of these?</p> <br/> <div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v2.0.2</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305281836268673614-4730919586074879560?l=storiesofmylifenyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186923310037391688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305281836268673614.post-85800979486721272912011-12-27T18:33:00.001+08:002011-12-27T18:33:45.230+08:00<p>When I think bout it, this totally feels like history repeating itself.<br> <br/> Yet again. It's always had been this way, hasn't it?<br> <br/> Just a few twist here and there and voala~<br> <br/> History is served with a little more spices.<br> <br/> What's with history man?<br> <br/> The only reason I can think of why it repeats itself is to make us learn a mistake we did in the past.<br> <br/> And everytime I try a different approach, it all ends up the same.<br> <br/> Im back to the time when I was trying to go after Syifaa.<br> <br/> There's like no chemistry and she ain't doing a thing to make it happen.<br> <br/> I guess all I could say is I've tried.<br> <br/> And it's just not meant to be.<br> <br/> Why do I even bother cracking my brains over this?<br> <br/> Life is sure full of mysteries.</p> <br/> <p>And you know what? Sometimes I feel like it's better to have a reset button rather than have history to repeat itself.<br> <br/> At least I don't grow older and go through the same feeling when I am older.<br> <br/> I dont even know if I'm making any sense.<br> <br/> Sigh. I'll just go on and on bout this.<br> <br/> I guess it's because I'm mad at myself for being such a fool and for things to continuously repeat itself despite the efforts made to prevent it from happening.<br> <br/> Maybe I should just totally stop.<br> <br/> But I know I'm bound to start it again.<br> <br/> Cause girls.. They'll never chase guys.</p> <br/> <p>*rant rant rant*<br> <br/> That's all I ever do. Right Wid? Nadia?<br> <br/> I wonder how you people ever tolerate me.<br> <br/> I hate this feeling.<br> <br/> Urgh. -_-</p> <br/> <p>-Kai</p> <br/> <div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v2.0.2</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305281836268673614-8580097948672127291?l=storiesofmylifenyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186923310037391688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305281836268673614.post-45594344882232755772011-12-27T02:37:00.001+08:002011-12-27T02:37:36.920+08:00<p>The sighs that no one is able to hear.</p> <br/> <div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v2.0.2</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305281836268673614-4559434488223275577?l=storiesofmylifenyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186923310037391688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305281836268673614.post-31901569069334509382011-12-21T11:40:00.001+08:002011-12-21T11:40:15.439+08:00<p>Havent touch this app for ages.<br> <br/> Or so it seemed like it.<br> <br/> Tons of stuff happened.<br> <br/> I dont know where to start.<br> <br/> I don't even know where I left out in the first place.<br> <br/> Maybe I'll just touch on the Bali trip I went. It was fun but not enjoyable.<br> <br/> Im like almost dragged to the activities there.<br> <br/> It was almost a bore. <br> <br/> The natural scenery was breath-taking. But how I wished I spent it with a different company.<br> <br/> Hadi. Rashid. Said. Jamil. Hakim. Bell. Thiru. Nantini. Nema. Jamilah.<br> <br/> I wish thing were back to where it was. I missed the original bunch of people.<br> <br/> Life continues and it waits for no one.</p> <br/> <p>Talking bout life.<br> <br/> Life has its moments.<br> <br/> From happiness. To anger. To heart breaks. And even awkwardness.<br> <br/> Dear wid, I know you're bound to read this one day.<br> <br/> Thanks for being such an open and understanding friend.<br> <br/> I know I've made mistakes but thanks for being a good friend.<br> <br/> Sorry for the things I've done that have caused hurt and agony.<br> <br/> Okay~ Maybe agony is a big word.. But im sorry if I ever made you mad. xP</p> <br/> <p>Anyways, after all the crashes &amp; falls.<br> <br/> Life has finally start to be more calm.<br> <br/> I guess life is getting better. Well, it should be.<br> <br/> Yet, I still dont understand why I am in this state.<br> <br/> I feel rage and agony inside.<br> <br/> I dont understand why..<br> <br/> Im in the process of getting someone new.<br> <br/> Things at work are getting better.<br> <br/> Life is starting to look much brighter.<br> <br/> But.. Why am I still unhappy?<br> <br/> Sigh. I havent said that for quite some time eih?<br> <br/> Nur Fyazliyana.<br> <br/> I wonder whether you can handle my shits and imperfection.</p> <br/> <p>*sighs*<br> <br/> I dont understand what's wrong with me.<br> <br/> Anyways, let's put my negativity aside for now.<br> <br/> I've gotten super fat. I saw a double chin in one of the photo taken at the chalet.<br> <br/> Forked out quite a sum of cash but I would say it was worth it, wouldn't you Hadi?<br> <br/> It was a success though we didnt get to have the water fights and tug of war.<br> <br/> The amount of guest wasnt that much either. Sadly.<br> <br/> But still, we did have a blast.</p> <br/> <p>Sigh.<br> <br/> I just hope things gets much better for today.</p> <br/> <p>-Kai</p> <br/> <div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v2.0.2</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305281836268673614-3190156906933450938?l=storiesofmylifenyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186923310037391688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305281836268673614.post-34266065017033672902011-10-29T14:57:00.001+08:002011-10-29T14:57:16.297+08:00More. More. More. <br/> No khai. Sometimes its better to have less. The surprise it have foe you is more. <br/> Khai.. Please.. Where have your patience gone to? <br/> Chill yaw. Chill. Relearn the times back then. <br/> Dun rush. <br/> Take your time.<div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v1.7.4</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305281836268673614-3426606501703367290?l=storiesofmylifenyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186923310037391688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305281836268673614.post-85867726972950630312011-10-24T01:10:00.001+08:002011-10-24T01:10:28.270+08:00Trying to get some sleep but apparently I cant. <br/> Was watching channel v before going to sleep. <br/> Apparently, maybe subconsciously it reminded me about d. <br/> For those who still have no idea who d is.. She's nadia. <br/> I wish that I dont regret any more than what I already had. <br/> I still have much too learn. <br/> And love is one of them. <br/> I was thinking of ways to actually love a person. <br/> Loving someone with your all. <br/> Like hey, it sounds great aint I right? <br/> But love doesnt work that way. <br/> You'll just suffocate her. <br/> You'll just prove that you're just too much to handle. <br/> I don't understand how love works. <br/> But I know somehow I'll figure it out. <br/> Hopefully I will. <br/> Im putting my faith in HIM that I will. <br/> I know I haven't been much of a good muslimin.. <br/> But if given the chance and time, I know I can be. <br/> I just need to sort things out first. Yes, religion is important.. But if I can't find my inner peace, I dont think I can face HIM yet. <br/> <br/> Well. Where were we? <br/> Ahh. Yes. Love. <br/> Love is such a big thing for me. <br/> It changes the person. It changed me. <br/> To someone I didnt wanna be. <br/> But im trying not to go off track. <br/> Slowly, im trying to be someone who's cool-headed again. <br/> I guess being indifferent isnt so bad in a way. <br/> And its making me wonder. <br/> Who am i? Someone who is super crazily random? <br/> Or someone who is cool-headed? <br/> Which is better? <br/> I'd choose being cool-headed anytime. <br/> But I just hate to be left out. <br/> I know being cool-headed means I gotta be very indifferent. <br/> Which means very boring too. <br/> Meh. Then I know I can be very cool headed. I can be very boring. <br/> How can I make my partner have interest in me then? ~.~ <br/> But being random.. <br/> Its rather kinda risky. <br/> Its not really so me. It's just a way to get some attention. <br/> Is this where I follow 'Ppl will love you for who you are' or the 'If you want something, work for it' principle? <br/> People loving you for who you are.. Its actually very appealing. <br/> But I could use some help. <br/> Like maybe from friends. <br/> But that would be a minus point. Having someone to help you out. <br/> Maybe its just better to play safe than going out of my way. <br/> <br/> I hope I'll figure it out soon enough. <br/> Anyways, another issue I would like to talk about. <br/> Wid. I know what I've said. <br/> What I've wrote. <br/> I want you to know that it's mainly in the spur of the moment. <br/> It's not like im not over you. <br/> But old flames tend to light up again for me. <br/> And yes, I've regretted things in the past. <br/> But hey, what's done is done right? <br/> And I hope it doesnt change anything between us. <br/> I dont want to jeopardize anything either. <br/> I hope you forgive me and.. Well.. I dont know. Forget? <br/> It wasn't mean to leak. <br/> Everyone have their secrets. <br/> And I thought nobody read the blog anymore. <br/> Sorry. <br/> <br/> Oh. And talking bout love. <br/> I know I want it but don't wish to get hurt right now. <br/> As I was wondering about who I wanted to be, I looked at myself now. <br/> Im alone yet again. <br/> But I feel indifferent. <br/> I look at the ones I was close with. <br/> Jae & Mat.. We're not even close now at all. <br/> Hadi.. He's busy with ns. And his girl. <br/> Rashid.. He's busy with work. Studies. And still trying to get over his previous relationship. <br/> He had it hard. And well.. He changed. <br/> But I just hope he doesnt go all wrong. <br/> Sometimes they get too busy to keep me busy. <br/> Nah.. Im not blaming them. <br/> But sometimes.. I do get this wild imagination that I just get freaking mad with them & got into a fight that I've decided to live off alone. Without any friends. Without any girl. <br/> Then I thought of my family. <br/> My mom. How she would react.. How would she take it.. Bringing me up.. <br/> The times she had to bear with me.. And I grew up to be.. Err.. <br/> Unfilial? I don't know if I got my spelling right. Haha. <br/> That is if I became like totally bad assed. <br/> Then there is this other scenario. <br/> When I have nothing. I just leaped to my death. <br/> How she would cry... <br/> Maybe thats why god leave me with such attachments. <br/> Friends.. Close ones. <br/> Family. <br/> The ones you love.. <br/> They're the ones keeping me alive. <br/> Telling me there's more to life than it is now. <br/> If they all arent with me.. <br/> I won't be here. <br/> I now hope that there's really something good at the end of this road. <br/> <br/> Khairil Khidir<div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v1.7.4</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305281836268673614-8586772697295063031?l=storiesofmylifenyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186923310037391688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305281836268673614.post-35470054403099437472011-10-18T21:33:00.001+08:002011-10-18T21:33:58.614+08:00There's two ways of getting over a break up. <br/> One. The fast way. <br/> Two. The hard way. <br/> For the first one, it's easy. <br/> Just hate the person till you're over him/her. <br/> Sounds easy right? <br/> The second way is the same as the first but it's harder to get that mindset. <br/> Cause in this case, no matter what I say, you'll just keep trying to get back with the person and staying depressed. <br/> No, im not saying that the second way is bad. <br/> In fact, I'll admit that if you did it the second way, you're admirable. <br/> Cause it just shows how much you love the person despite the things he/she had done to you. <br/> In fact, keep it that way. Keep it up till you get your thinking straight and ended up trying to hate him/her till you're over it. <br/> No. This is not a blog post to tell you how to get over someone. <br/> It's a post to tell you that if you do things the second way, you're not like those losers who doesnt appreciate love. <br/> Keep it up. Cause you are doing something that people say are stupid.. <br/> But it's an act of love. <br/> Seriously, keep it up. Know that you are someone who loves someone with your all. <br/> Know that you try to keep the relationship even though it is dead. <br/> Know that the thing you are doing.. <br/> Is appreciated. Not by those losers. <br/> Know that it is something that not everyone can do. <br/> Dont hate yourself. <br/> Have faith. A miracle will happen. <br/> When it does.. That day will be the start of your happiest time in your life. <br/> <br/> Khairil<div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v1.7.4</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305281836268673614-3547005440309943747?l=storiesofmylifenyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186923310037391688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305281836268673614.post-32055522336106482172011-10-07T16:48:00.001+08:002011-10-07T16:48:09.413+08:00Dear d, <br/> Im writing this down cause it wouldnt fit inside a text. <br/> This letter's gonna be messy as im writing my thoughts down. <br/> <br/> I know you say that you had changed. <br/> But you're still doing the same things. <br/> Remember the first time I tried to court you? <br/> You rejected me and said you're just a heart breaker. <br/> You didnt wanna hurt me and break my heart. <br/> Instead, I was the one who broke yours. <br/> You gave me a chance but no.. <br/> I blew it. <br/> <br/> I was in camp. <br/> The desire to have someone by my side always is strong. <br/> I was very demanding.. No.. <br/> I still am. <br/> Well, you were there for me. <br/> But as I lost weight, my ego grew bigger. <br/> It was a nice feeling.. To feel thin. <br/> Thought I could easily find some other. <br/> But no.. That fantasy just backfired on me.. <br/> I lost you. And I couldnt move on to another. <br/> Cause I still loved you. <br/> I was being a jerk. <br/> A big one. Im sorry. <br/> Well.. Guess what? I've gained weight anyways. <br/> I've decided that if being thin just makes me a jerk, I rather stay fat where people can insult me. <br/> Where courting another wouldnt be easy. <br/> Why am I doing something stupid you may ask? <br/> Its just my way of punishing myself. <br/> No, its not being hard on myself. <br/> I believe what you went through was worse. <br/> <br/> Next, I want to talk bout is.. Halif. <br/> As much as I dont wish to talk bout him.. I have to make things clear. <br/> That night, I did want to confront him. <br/> But he denied the fact that he was courting you too. <br/> So I told him what was going on between us. I told him about my difficulties and how hard it was for you to open up. <br/> Yes, I know I myself have problems with that. But im working on it. <br/> And yes. Trust and faith in you was the issue. <br/> And I trusted him when he badmouthed bout you. I trusted him when he was talking bout mr. rafi and why idham left you. <br/> I'll be totally honest. I still dont have a clue on what was going on between you and mr. rafi. <br/> I dont know why you and idham broke up when I though you two were doing well. <br/> So my assumption was that mr. rafi was behind it. I still have no clue, d. <br/> I thought maybe one day you'll open up to me. <br/> But apparently, I blew it before you can. <br/> I was jealous. Im sorry. <br/> You should know that too. Jealousy is one of scorpio's traits. <br/> No, i'm not trying to make it sound like an excuse. I know well that these traits are inside of me. <br/> Even the desires to have someone along side with me. <br/> <br/> I know that you've said you do not want friends nor family. <br/> No offence d, but are you really gonna live your life independently? Alone? <br/> You can say that it is certain.. But really.. <br/> I dislike that thought. I find it childish. <br/> I've always hated that mindset. Men and women alike. <br/> And I don't blame you having that mindset. <br/> Afterall, you've had it hard. <br/> I know you will try to deny that.. <br/> But you cant lie to yourself. <br/> <br/> I know I am bad with words. <br/> I know that I cant treat a woman well. <br/> But im learning to. <br/> Well. Cause im not perfect but I'll keep trying. <br/> I still remembered the first time we met again after graduation. <br/> You didnt want to come for the bbq, but the next thing I know, you said you were at the basketball court. <br/> And you were hiding on the other side of the fitness corner behind a sign. <br/> I remembered the time we hanged out to play cards. <br/> I know that I played it too much till I was bored of it. I just went with it so I can spend time with you. <br/> I know I asked for alot when I try to get us to meet everytime I booked out. But I just want to see you before I go back into the cell. <br/> I remembered the first time I tried to give my kiss away.. Man.. It was really embarrassing. It still is everytime I think bout it. <br/> I remembered the chalet when halif organised for his birthday.. <br/> I bailed on you when we were leaving. No.. To tell you the truth, my head wasnt preoccupied because of hadi's back strain. <br/> I was jealous how you were treating halif. I pretended to be sleepy and distracted. But im not a social person. I can never be like you. <br/> I remembered the time when I was down.. Walking in the park. <br/> You would actually come to find me. <br/> I took it for granted. Now, no one else comes to find me. <br/> I remembered everytime we had a conflict. How hard it was for me to say what my thoughts are. Im not used to it. I still am not. <br/> I tried to say the words but it never comes out right. <br/> I'm sorry to hurt you. <br/> I'm sorry to have made a big mess out of things. <br/> I'm sorry for leaving you alone. <br/> I'm sorry for not trusting you. <br/> I'm sorry for being a jerk. <br/> I'm sorry.. For not understanding you. For not being there when you took the blow the hardest amongst the three of us.<div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v1.7.4</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305281836268673614-3205552233610648217?l=storiesofmylifenyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186923310037391688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305281836268673614.post-92124619517043574522011-10-07T05:23:00.001+08:002011-10-07T05:23:35.644+08:00If I were to die right now, <br/> I'll bet that my death wouldnt even reach her. <br/> Most probably she laugh at me for being such a pussy and a dumbshit. <br/> My heart's hurting once again... <br/> Dear god, <br/> When will this end?<div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v1.7.4</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305281836268673614-9212461951704357452?l=storiesofmylifenyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186923310037391688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305281836268673614.post-68625576529538518782011-10-07T04:29:00.001+08:002011-10-07T04:29:14.204+08:00I feel rejected. <br/> Why am I still doing this?<div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v1.7.4</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305281836268673614-6862557652953851878?l=storiesofmylifenyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186923310037391688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305281836268673614.post-20042924202790626402011-10-02T11:14:00.001+08:002011-10-02T11:14:40.293+08:00Apparently, what I've learn staying awake and texted her is that.. <br/> No matter what happened. <br/> Being seperated and so on.. <br/> As long as you still have strong feelings for someone, it will still hurt when you see her with another guy. <br/> Man.. This sucks. <br/> I thought I was doing fine. <br/> I barely made any progress. <br/> I still wished she was mine. <br/> If only there was something I can do bout it.. I swear I will. <br/> Haha. Thinking bout this, wid's just gonna be mad at me if she reads this. <br/> Sorry wid. =p <br/> I guess I still have feelings for nad. <br/> I guess until I find someone else. <br/> That's just how I operate. =x <br/> Its hard when I think bout her. <br/> Sigh. Her birthday's coming too. <br/> Is it appropriate to find her a present? <br/> Maybe I should. <br/> Maybe I shouldn't. <br/> Why am I so fickled-minded? <br/> Maybe I just should. Just hope she wont get mad. <br/> Afterall, it's her birthday. <br/> <br/> -Kai<div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v1.7.4</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305281836268673614-2004292420279062640?l=storiesofmylifenyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186923310037391688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305281836268673614.post-4341078890693227602011-10-02T10:00:00.001+08:002011-10-02T10:00:20.936+08:00Dominance. <br/> Which side of you is more dominant? <br/> You can't lie saying that we aren't two-faced. <br/> Cause that is half true. <br/> I mean like.. We all have different personalities/sides of us. <br/> The time when we're angry, we'll show our angry personality. <br/> And how easily we show that side of us is a different thing. <br/> As I was saying, which side of us is more dominant. <br/> The side is more dominant is usually the side that we show others. <br/> So like people say, only you know yourself best. <br/> Cause it's a fact. <br/> There's bound to be a hidden personality inside you which nobody knows. Even yourself. <br/> Which may surprise you when that hidden side of you just unleash. <br/> --------*~~~~~*-------- <br/> Sigh. This kinda suck. <br/> I was happily writing wat I was thinking. <br/> Interrupted for 4 hours. <br/> Now I've forgotten what I intended to write. <br/> Meh. <br/> Its not healthy to try control your personality. <br/> You are just you. <br/> Try becoming a whole different personality and see what happens. <br/> Results may vary. =p <br/> Well. Apparently it had major negative effects on me. <br/> When hadi said I am very observant, I just realised.. <br/> That was who I was. <br/> The person I loved. <br/> Not someone who goes all crazy. <br/> Sometimes I just wish that I could turn back time. <br/> But well, time waits for no one. <br/> It's not the time to be down. <br/> Cant wait for Bali. <br/> Hoping that things go well. <br/> Hoping that thing's are gonna be fun. <br/> And I hope I'm gonna have a good body by then. <br/> Not a perfect one. But as long as I'm not fat by then. Heh. <br/> <br/> -Kai<div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v1.7.4</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305281836268673614-434107889069322760?l=storiesofmylifenyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186923310037391688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305281836268673614.post-75396779052368754282011-09-27T03:00:00.001+08:002011-09-27T03:00:17.691+08:00Everyone says I used to be stronger. <br/> But has none realised that I am only human? <br/> I have feelings too. <br/> I have my desires too. <br/> It's like nobody understands. <br/> They'll just keep thinking I used to be stronger.. <br/> Its as if I am weak now. <br/> What they dont understand is that, no matter how strong one is.. <br/> There will be this moment.. One moment when all his/her strength just depletes, fighting off the bad energy.. <br/> That is when we cry.. <br/> We yearn.. <br/> We scream for help.. <br/> But apparently.. No one has heard my cries. <br/> Neither do they fully understand the meaning behind these tears and screams. <br/> It's really depressing. <br/> Scary. <br/> We're not super humans you know. <br/> We too have our limits. <br/> Cant you all just be more kind to us? <br/> Cant you all? <br/> We cant keep fighting this cold war all alone.. <br/> We seek help too. Afterall.. <br/> We're only human. <br/> Please dont neglect me girl. <br/> If you dont want me, dont hide. <br/> Just say it in my face. <br/> I'll try to find someone else. <br/> <br/> -kai<div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v1.7.4</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305281836268673614-7539677905236875428?l=storiesofmylifenyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186923310037391688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305281836268673614.post-88860861153668423582011-09-22T01:00:00.001+08:002011-09-22T01:00:57.448+08:00Acceptance. <br/> Big word. Gotta learn how to accept all over again. <br/> Apparently im still not in the right mood <br/> Maybe crying my eyes out might be good. <br/> But.. Should i? <br/> Its really been hard for me. <br/> Really crashed and burnt. <br/> Its still very sad.. But at least it didn't hurt as much as before. <br/> I'd love to know why this happened. <br/> Even though I wont find my answers so soon.. <br/> Maybe for a long time. <br/> Now my eyes are swelling up. <br/> Tearing. <br/> But I can't cry. <br/> Woops. <br/> My tears just fell the moment I sat upright. <br/> <br/> Sigh. <br/> God.. Please give a sign. <br/> Show me you are there. <br/> Show me that you care. <br/> I know I've done things that isnt right. <br/> But I still wanna believe in you. <br/> I wanna put my faith in you once more. <br/> I dun wanna stray from the right path. <br/> Cause what is stored in my head is that, doing sins.. It wont do me any good afterlife. <br/> But I just have one request. <br/> Just one.. <br/> Dun put me through this. <br/> Living with a broken heart is tough. <br/> It really is. Doesnt matter if im a man or a woman. <br/> Love was the only thing I know. <br/> Its still the only thing I wanna know. <br/> How much I yearn for it... <br/> Please god. <br/> I dun wanna stay like this... <br/> <br/> Khairil Khidir Bin Sudirman<div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v1.7.4</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305281836268673614-8886086115366842358?l=storiesofmylifenyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186923310037391688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305281836268673614.post-68650517437981749602011-09-06T15:08:00.001+08:002011-09-06T15:08:24.087+08:00What have I learnt today? <br/> 1st was that.. Ns is a bitch. <br/> Made me rushed decisions. <br/> Get low pay. <br/> Underpaid forced labour. <br/> Quoted by Hadi. Love it. Lol. <br/> <br/> 2nd is that.. Being a fake. <br/> Its still you. <br/> Dun have to be all original. <br/> Desperate times calls for desperate measures. <br/> Lesson learnt. <br/> No matter wat, you will still be you. <br/> <br/> Anyways, im finally slowing down. Calming down. <br/> Hope its not temporary. <br/> I hope I'll stay cool like this. Forever. <br/> I just hope when I find someone I love.. <br/> I wont change. I wont turn out to be a jerk. <br/> I wanna stay someone who is lovable. <br/> Please.. If there is a god.. I dun wanna stray my path. <br/> And.. I know.. Im gonna have to turn back. Religiously. <br/> <br/> -kai<div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v1.7.4</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305281836268673614-6865051743798174960?l=storiesofmylifenyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186923310037391688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305281836268673614.post-85359389260467336332011-09-03T12:33:00.001+08:002011-09-03T12:33:58.348+08:00I've been tearing since morning. <br/> I'm really grateful. <br/> Really thankful for the people eho supported me. <br/> Really. Thank you guys. <br/> Especially wid. Thank you. <br/> <br/> -kai<div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v1.7.4</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305281836268673614-8535938926046733633?l=storiesofmylifenyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186923310037391688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305281836268673614.post-13387086800633152362011-09-01T16:14:00.001+08:002011-09-01T16:14:46.724+08:00Sigh. <br/> Nothing I do seem to make it better. <br/> Wid, if you get to read this.. <br/> Im sorry. <br/> Its like I'm strip naked. <br/> Its true.. I still carry a flame for you. <br/> But you should know.. You mean so much more to me than you think. <br/> But I cant just say that straight to you, cant i? <br/> Especially when you're married.. I need to know my place. <br/> Sigh. <br/> I know I've been suicidal. <br/> But I would never do anything that would break your heart. <br/> To make you cry. <br/> I dun wish to. <br/> Even if I did, its purely out of impulse. <br/> I hope you forgive me. <br/> I hope you'll see.. That you're more than just a friend to me <br/> You're much more. <br/> You were there for me. <br/> Always. <br/> <br/> -Kai<div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v1.7.4</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305281836268673614-1338708680063315236?l=storiesofmylifenyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186923310037391688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305281836268673614.post-34473195667876317052011-09-01T00:21:00.001+08:002011-09-01T00:21:48.849+08:00Dear yijun, <br/> Its been awhile ever since you went away. <br/> Was it 2 or 3 years back? I cried so bad that day. 1st august. <br/> The day before, we were celebrating your advanced birthday. <br/> Remember? <br/> I missed the times we had. <br/> I have alot to talk to you about. <br/> Like how I fell in love with your classmate. <br/> Remember nadia goh? <br/> Yeah it's her. <br/> And you know halif? <br/> Yea that head prefect. He wasnt a real role model at all. <br/> Just a cunning fox. <br/> Yea. Lets despise him.. =p <br/> Haha. Life havent been so good for me. <br/> I have been on medication. <br/> Antidepressant pills. <br/> Im trying to stop them. <br/> But the last time I did, I went all suicidal in just 3 nights. <br/> Which was yesterday morning. <br/> Yj, tell me.. How have things been like afterlife? <br/> How should I carry on living? <br/> Maybe, I should start learning to live the way you did. <br/> The most patient guy ever. <br/> Nvr saw you get mad before. <br/> Not even once. <br/> Well. I've decided. <br/> Im gonna live for you ol' buddy. <br/> I really miss you man. <br/> Please watch over me. <br/> <br/> -kai<div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v1.7.4</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305281836268673614-3447319566787631705?l=storiesofmylifenyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186923310037391688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305281836268673614.post-4192319088237024902011-08-30T05:35:00.001+08:002011-08-30T05:35:43.872+08:00Being sick on the eve of raya isnt fun. <br/> Thats for sure. <br/> At least it made me realise one thing. <br/> I shouldnt be depending on others. <br/> Even though how torn apart you are. <br/> I lived enough. Its time to put back my fake. <br/> I give up. <br/> Sorry wid. But. <br/> I guess im really leaving. <br/> Though not physically. <br/> Im sick and tired of everything. <br/> I'll smile just so everyone can think I'm smiling. <br/> When the fact is I'm crying, screaming from the abyss. <br/> Not like anyone would care. <br/> No one will. <br/> No one... <br/> Wat a way to start Hari Raya. <br/> No one will see. <br/> My tears. <br/> My fears. <br/> My.. True self. <br/> Im going back into this shit hole. <br/> Walls all around me. <br/> Bye. <br/> <br/> -Kai <br/> <br/> <br/> No more... <br/> I still look at your pic.. And I realise. <br/> I still love you d. <br/> Pathetic. Kai you are...<div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v1.7.4</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305281836268673614-419231908823702490?l=storiesofmylifenyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186923310037391688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305281836268673614.post-41870716622608346442011-08-30T05:33:00.001+08:002011-08-30T05:33:47.871+08:00Being sick on the eve of raya isnt fun. <br/> Thats for sure. <br/> At least it made me realise one thing. <br/> I shouldnt be depending on others. <br/> Even though how torn apart you are. <br/> I lived enough. Its time to put back my fake. <br/> I give up. <br/> Sorry wid. But. <br/> I guess im really leaving. <br/> Though not physically. <br/> Im sick and tired of everything. <br/> I'll smile just so everyone can think I'm smiling. <br/> When the fact is I'm crying, screaming from the abyss. <br/> Not like anyone would care. <br/> No one will. <br/> No one... <br/> Wat a way to start Hari Raya. <br/> No one will see. <br/> My tears. <br/> My fears. <br/> My.. True self. <br/> Im going back into this shit hole. <br/> Walls all around me. <br/> Bye. <br/> <br/> -Kai <br/> <br/> <br/> No more...<div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v1.7.4</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305281836268673614-4187071662260834644?l=storiesofmylifenyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186923310037391688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305281836268673614.post-35484911074979540422011-08-24T07:46:00.001+08:002011-08-24T07:49:06.899+08:00No. <br/> I've grown weak. <br/> Im pathetic. Sigh. <br/> Being cooped up at home is the exact reason why these thoughts play in my head. <br/> Im thinking of a way. <br/> Is it better to go slow? <br/> Going out for a morning walk, read a book? <br/> Or fight it back with adrenaline? <br/> Playing computer games? <br/> Both have an affect on me. Its just, I dont know which is better. <br/> At least they keep my mind preoccupied. <br/> Sigh. Such a mess. <br/> <br/> -Kai<div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v1.7.4</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305281836268673614-3548491107497954042?l=storiesofmylifenyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186923310037391688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305281836268673614.post-35993458548836589162011-08-23T23:13:00.001+08:002011-08-23T23:13:51.625+08:00You know what I've realised? <br/> I havent grown weak. <br/> I used to be the kid who got picked on and didnt do anything bout it. <br/> At least, I'm fighting back if I'm right. <br/> I've been growing. <br/> I realised something else too. <br/> My goal. <br/> I wanna spoil, protect the ones I love. <br/> Well.. The doctor did give me cool advice just now during the appointment. <br/> *slaps self* <br/> Come on kai. <br/> If its someone who you wanna brood over bout, it should be someone like wid. <br/> Well, I should watch my limit too. <br/> She's married. <br/> <br/> -Kai<div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v1.7.4</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305281836268673614-3599345854883658916?l=storiesofmylifenyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186923310037391688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305281836268673614.post-14103899866981620622011-08-22T13:57:00.001+08:002011-08-22T13:57:25.408+08:00If I could turn back time, I'll turn it to 1st January 2008. <br/> But I cant be telling you that, can i? <br/> <br/> -Kai<div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v1.7.4</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305281836268673614-1410389986698162062?l=storiesofmylifenyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186923310037391688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305281836268673614.post-39163725166461215952011-08-21T23:23:00.001+08:002011-08-21T23:23:59.505+08:00Plitter-platter. Plitter-platter. <br/> The sound of rain storming in my heart. <br/> The ringing of thunder echoes through its empty walls. <br/> I dun understand myself anymore. <br/> I've changed to someone I dun even know anymore. <br/> I missed the heart who had the brightest shine. <br/> Now its all dull and grey. <br/> I hope you're happy now. <br/> <br/> -drake<div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v1.7.4</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305281836268673614-3916372516646121595?l=storiesofmylifenyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186923310037391688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305281836268673614.post-5298122783639486122011-08-04T08:14:00.001+08:002011-08-04T08:14:22.164+08:00I nvr fail to amaze myself sometimes. <br/> During the time when im bored, where I go out alone and spend some time just sitting down, minding my business. <br/> Looking at the people near me. <br/> Looking at the things happening around me. <br/> It jus amazed me when I was looking at the birds. <br/> You know the other common black bird you always see with the yellow beaks? <br/> I was looking at them trying to get breakfast. <br/> Checking out the grass, pecking the ground. <br/> Eating the worms. <br/> And one of them just walked past near me. <br/> It amazed me when I saw how elegant looking it actually was. <br/> You might think they are a pain in the ass, raiding our flats for food. <br/> Pooping at our clothes. <br/> Actually, we were the one who forced them to. <br/> Look around us. There are flats all over. It used to be greener. <br/> We destroyed their home. <br/> Never fail to amaze myself how I can actually think bout all these stuffs sometimes. <br/> <br/> Which brings me to the topic bout myself. <br/> I was thinking.. <br/> Who am i? I mean.. I grew up trying to fit into the society. <br/> I didnt wanna feel left out. <br/> I didnt wanna lag behind. <br/> I have always tried to be someone who people think I am. <br/> For example, they thought I am patient. <br/> I try to actually become patient. <br/> Im not saying its a bad thing, but, is that who I am? <br/> Im starting to think that change of personality is kind of a lame excuse. <br/> I mean for me that is. <br/> Cause as a matter in fact, I dun even know who I am. <br/> If you ask me about myself, its hard for me to answer. <br/> Why? Cause I dun know myself well enough. <br/> I dunno whats my strengths. Neither do I know my weaknesses. <br/> Or maybe its because I try not to remember them. Or I try to change, so I have no weaknesses. <br/> I am a perfectionist, that I can safely say. <br/> Then I thought, is this just me, or its inherited? <br/> I mean my personality and all. <br/> Cause me and my brother are like so different. <br/> Maybe, I am just a capsule of my mom and dad. <br/> In the sense that, I have their facial features.. <br/> But my personality? <br/> It was born from the people I've met. <br/> Its like they say something bout me, and that became my goal. <br/> For example, they think im weird, I try to be weird. <br/> Like ya know wat I mean? <br/> Most probably ya wont. <br/> Sometimes its sad to know, im writing these all down, but no one is there to read it. Meh. <br/> I wonder whether I repeated myself somewhere in this message. <br/> But well, im just writing them down as im thinking bout it. <br/> My brain's pretty messy right? Haha. <br/> So you know.. Now I wonder... <br/> Who am I exactly? <br/> <br/> -Kai <br/> <br/> Oh yea. P.S. I have been on medication now since 15 july. I wonder how many days is that? Anyways, thats not the point. I am finally able to let go. Maybe because.. She doesnt care anymore. And she's definitely showing it. I mean.. I am at that state where I cant do a thing anymore. My heart gave up I guess. But I'm trying to be happy. To stay happy. But you know what can make me really happy? To find someone who can actually love and care for me. Especially if she's the perfect kinda girl. ;p yea, I know. Keep dreaming kai. Haha. Its kinda lonely though. =s<div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v1.7.4</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305281836268673614-529812278363948612?l=storiesofmylifenyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186923310037391688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305281836268673614.post-19814111744678426282011-08-01T05:49:00.001+08:002011-08-01T05:49:28.960+08:00Its another lonely ramadhan for me. <br/> Its this very month that we started chatting. <br/> Sigh. <br/> How did things turn out this way?<div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v1.7.4</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305281836268673614-1981411174467842628?l=storiesofmylifenyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186923310037391688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305281836268673614.post-48906990254548287852011-07-23T02:58:00.001+08:002011-07-23T02:58:30.403+08:00Im sorry d. <br/> For being such a douche. <br/> Im sorry for letting my emotions get the better of me. <br/> How much I wish to say that to you. But I know I better not. <br/> Its for the best. <br/> I still wish that all this is just another nightmare. <br/> I wish it is. <br/> There's so much I have to say. <br/> But its just so hard to let them out. <br/> Im so sorry. <br/> <br/> -kai<div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.8</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305281836268673614-4890699025454828785?l=storiesofmylifenyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186923310037391688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305281836268673614.post-53835655696050023932011-07-18T16:23:00.002+08:002011-07-18T16:29:59.575+08:00Another lesson learned today.<br />It doesn't matter if you realise what you did was wrong.<br />It matters only when you start to change that bad side of yourself.<br />I hate to say this.. But I gotta change again...<br />I thought I was the best.. Now I wish I was better.<br />Sigh.. I'm not all better yet.<br />But I think at least I'm starting to get back on my feet.<br />Hopefully I will be able to walk and run again.<br />Guess I gotta learn to walk and run before I can fly.<br />The pills. The counseling. My close friends. My supervisor.<br />I dun wanna fall again.<br />But.. There's bound to be a day.. I will again.<br />I just hope I'll be stronger when it comes.<br />No... I have to be stronger.<br />I have to..<br /><br />-kai<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305281836268673614-5383565569605002393?l=storiesofmylifenyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186923310037391688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305281836268673614.post-47019410556957386592011-07-17T16:04:00.001+08:002011-07-17T16:04:36.448+08:00Even if the doors to your heart are close, <br/> Hey! Duncha forget to leave the windows open. <br/> Who knows when someone would just climb in and open the doors again. <br/> Dun stop believing. Have faith. <br/> <br/> -kai<div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.8</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305281836268673614-4701941055695738659?l=storiesofmylifenyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186923310037391688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305281836268673614.post-16690029309837670192011-07-15T23:27:00.001+08:002011-07-15T23:27:23.652+08:00There is two things that I learn from this visit to IMH, the thing that has aways been stopping me from my goal is.. Myself. <br/> I cant help to wonder why I make things so complicated. <br/> But I cant help it either. <br/> Cant I just make things more simpler? <br/> Its just a matter of whether I want to or not. <br/> But sometimes I wish it was more simple. Easier said than done. <br/> <br/> Another thing that I learned is.. <br/> The clinics and doctors cant help you much. <br/> They can only give you advise and medication. <br/> But only you yourself can make the difference to feel better. <br/> <br/> I need to change. I need to get stronger. <br/> Somehow, someway, somewat. <br/> I've got to. <br/> <br/> -kai<div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.8</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305281836268673614-1669002930983767019?l=storiesofmylifenyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186923310037391688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305281836268673614.post-30011911495928767522011-07-14T16:43:00.001+08:002011-07-14T16:43:49.755+08:00Sigh. I cant remember how long it has been. <br/> I cant keep acting like everything's alright when all I still think of is you. <br/> Its so dreadful. <br/> Morning seems so dead and the night seems so long. <br/> Im so useless. Pfft. <br/> I really.. Dont wanna stay this way. <br/> Fuck myself. <br/> I dunno how to look after a girl's heart. <br/> And I thought I was the best. <br/> Such a loser. <br/> <br/> -kai<div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.8</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305281836268673614-3001191149592876752?l=storiesofmylifenyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186923310037391688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305281836268673614.post-31908789020087390662011-07-09T15:10:00.001+08:002011-07-09T15:10:51.856+08:00Start of something new<div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.8</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305281836268673614-3190878902008739066?l=storiesofmylifenyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186923310037391688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305281836268673614.post-17976617167437946912011-05-21T21:24:00.001+08:002011-05-21T21:24:26.318+08:00God, show me that you are there. <br/> Show me that you care. <br/> I dun wanna stay like this. <br/> With anger within, a clenched fist. <br/> Help me. <br/> I wanna be free. <br/> <br/> L.v3-less<div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.8</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305281836268673614-1797661716743794691?l=storiesofmylifenyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186923310037391688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305281836268673614.post-18845936804693015832011-05-20T23:54:00.002+08:002011-05-21T00:07:46.833+08:00Here I am blogging again, thinking that I wont.<br />I know what I wrote in the previous post.<br />I just can't help it thinking..<br />What if she's reading my posts?<br />Does it sound like im trying to get her attention?<br />That's not I wanted.<br />Cause I know, she's not coming back.<br />She's not.<br />I'm so gonna lose my sleep again tonight.<br />Can't help myself from thinking, what's she's doing.<br />Wondering if she misses me.<br />Cause 1 thing for sure, I do.<br />Badly.<br />Can't help thinking whether she have another guy in her life.<br />I hate what has happened.<br />Yesterday, I am at my lowest.<br />Gosh, did rashid have hard time listening and trying to knock some sense into me.<br />What he said does make sense.<br />But.. It's not what I can comply with right now.<br />I can't get up.<br />I'm weak.<br />Hell yea I am.<br />I hope time's gonna mend me.<br />God.. The tears taste so bitter.<br />And they wont stop running.<br />Fuck myself ya know.<br />Such a pussy.<br />As much as I want her back, I know she doesn't wanna come back.<br />I know I've done wrong.<br />I wish thing didn't turn out this way.<br />I wish I had a time machine.<br />Really I do.<br />But all these wishes...<br />All these cries for her...<br />I feel.. it's not gonna be answered.<br />I... I'm just gonna cry even more.<br />Shit.<br />See. What a pussy aint I?<br />I can keep typing and typing.. But all I'm gonna rant is how much I want her back.<br />And I know..<br />I know.. It's not gonna do a god damn thing.<br />I really wish I could turn back time.<br />I really do.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">L.v3-less</span></span><br /><br /><object width="560" height="349"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WVe80iZtlYU?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US&amp;rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WVe80iZtlYU?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="560" height="349" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305281836268673614-1884593680469301583?l=storiesofmylifenyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186923310037391688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305281836268673614.post-70867896294033310322011-05-18T11:54:00.002+08:002011-05-18T11:59:03.791+08:00I'm thinking of shutting down my blog.<br />Stop posting.<br />No one reads it anyways.<br />All I'll see at the tagboard are non-humans typing in.<br />Sigh.<br />I used to see blue, now I see red.<br />I'm filled with anger, hatred and pain.<br />What have I become?<br />No use ranting anymore.<br />Bye bye bloggie.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">L.v3-less (loveless)</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305281836268673614-7086789629403331032?l=storiesofmylifenyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186923310037391688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305281836268673614.post-33621989953277835032011-05-14T13:23:00.002+08:002011-05-14T13:30:04.782+08:00Yea. I guess I'm on that road again.<br />I'll have to learn to embrace the facts once again.<br />I can't be fighting fate all the time.<br />Gotta learn. And not stray off the path.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">-kai</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305281836268673614-3362198995327783503?l=storiesofmylifenyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186923310037391688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305281836268673614.post-13565453034998751402011-05-13T00:46:00.000+08:002011-05-14T04:47:02.812+08:00Guess what's done has been done. <br/> The damage is done huh? <br/> Sigh. I miss you d. <br/> Which just brings back memories to how I accidentally found your nick, d. <br/> And how you found mine, drake(dragon). <br/> Guess we wouldn't be able to relive those days again. =( <br/> Im sorry for being such a jerk. <br/> Im sorry to have broke your trust. <br/> Im sorry for hurting you. <br/> Im sorry for releasing the dragon within. <br/> Duncha know that my pass contains the words dragon rage? <br/> Duncha know that I've been using it for almost 6 years? <br/> There's a reason why my pass had those. <br/> And.. I didn't expect it to be unleashed on you. <br/> I'm really sorry d. <br/> If you're ever reading this, I wish that you'll forgive me for what I have done. <br/> Even if the damage is done, I swear I wanna make it better. <br/> Will you accept me back? <br/> Will you give me another chance? <br/> Cause one thing is for sure... <br/> That is.. I still love you d. <br/> Yea, I've been a dork. I've been a jerk. <br/> I still have lots to learn. <br/> And I want you to be the one guiding me. <br/> I want you to share and be happy with me. <br/> But... Im just being selfish aint i? <br/> I.. <br/> I.. Am sorry d. <br/> For being who I am and hurting you. <br/> <br/> -kai<div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.8</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305281836268673614-1356545303499875140?l=storiesofmylifenyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186923310037391688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305281836268673614.post-29457538177313878852011-05-12T18:31:00.000+08:002011-05-14T04:47:02.848+08:00I tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone <br/> But though you're still with me <br/> I've been alone, I'm alone<div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.8</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305281836268673614-2945753817731387885?l=storiesofmylifenyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186923310037391688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305281836268673614.post-56360531686834422812011-05-11T23:37:00.000+08:002011-05-14T04:47:02.882+08:00As much as I wan you to know, I cant be telling you this. <br/> I'll never be alive again. <br/> Once again i'm gonna have to walk thru this lonely road again. <br/> I can smile. I can laugh. But those are just dead smiles. <br/> It will never be alive. <br/> I lost it. I lost.. You. <br/> Sorry... Im sorry. <br/> <br/> -kai<div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.8</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305281836268673614-5636053168683442281?l=storiesofmylifenyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186923310037391688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305281836268673614.post-51421206770427411022011-05-09T21:42:00.001+08:002011-05-09T21:42:16.416+08:00Let the history be nothing but memories. <br/> Please dun let it affect you drake. <br/> Please dun. <br/> Even though I know that it has been hard on you, you should know that she's not coming back. <br/> Let it out if you have to. <br/> Cry when you feel sad. <br/> Dun let it dwell inside. <br/> Dun suffer alone. Cause it's not gonna do you any good. <br/> Be strong cause you are not alone. <br/> At times when you are at your lowest, always remember that I am here for you. <br/> Cause i've always had been. <br/> And cause I am none other than you. <br/> <br/> -kai<div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.8</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305281836268673614-5142120677042741102?l=storiesofmylifenyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186923310037391688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305281836268673614.post-91944934611918776752011-05-08T11:42:00.001+08:002011-05-08T11:43:34.026+08:00What's the use?<br />I can only cry on the inside.<br />No one's gonna see it.<br />No one's gonna care.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">-Kai</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305281836268673614-9194493461191877675?l=storiesofmylifenyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186923310037391688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305281836268673614.post-58218147175472603922011-05-02T08:14:00.001+08:002011-05-02T08:14:08.881+08:00I even cried in my dreams. <br/> Guess I miss her badly. <br/> <br/> -Kai<div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.8</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305281836268673614-5821814717547260392?l=storiesofmylifenyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186923310037391688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305281836268673614.post-12503198404347059362011-04-28T08:52:00.001+08:002011-04-28T08:52:29.126+08:00Good morning, d. <br/> Maybe it not really that good. <br/> I cant be texting you so I'll just blog it up instead. <br/> Yea. I was hoping that you'll reply but thats kinda expected. <br/> Hope you're doing well. <br/> Sigh. <br/> I feel so disappointed. <br/> When you said that you made a best friend, I cant believe you expected me to get jealous. <br/> I dun blame you anyways. <br/> Im to blame. For everything that has happened. <br/> I hope I'll be able to control my emotions better. <br/> Till then, please wait for me. <br/> <br/> -Kai<div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.8</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305281836268673614-1250319840434705936?l=storiesofmylifenyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186923310037391688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305281836268673614.post-65775382144925022422011-04-27T18:48:00.001+08:002011-04-27T18:48:55.428+08:00Arghh. <br/> Im just so frustrated right now. <br/> Just shows myself how I need to control my anger once again. <br/> I was so close to just texting you and say "Thanks. You just spoiled my mood. Hope you're happy now." <br/> When I think back, what good will it do? <br/> You wont reply me most probably. <br/> Worse, we'll just end up in a fight. <br/> Just when I thought things were getting better. <br/> Why cant things be more simple? <br/> Im starting to hate things which are complicated. <br/> <br/> -Kai<div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.8</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305281836268673614-6577538214492502242?l=storiesofmylifenyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186923310037391688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305281836268673614.post-42237412260661533742011-04-27T18:32:00.001+08:002011-04-27T18:32:06.528+08:00Ever thought of maybe because he feels like he's not accepted? <br/> How guys and girls think are different. <br/> Thats why we have to voice out our thoughts. <br/> What you are doing might be wrongly recieved by the other party. <br/> <br/> I feel so fucking useless. <br/> I really do. <br/> <br/> -Kai<div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.8</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305281836268673614-4223741226066153374?l=storiesofmylifenyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186923310037391688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305281836268673614.post-68373713070712031782011-04-27T17:04:00.001+08:002011-04-27T17:04:00.989+08:00Reached home a few moments ago. <br/> My body still feels warm. <br/> Though my body temp keeps changing, my migraine's gonna kill me one day. <br/> Guess i'm still unwell. <br/> <br/> I was bored since I aint got much to do. <br/> Just mixed the hamsters around. <br/> Havent spend time with them for ages. <br/> I dun even know who's left. <br/> And to why the remaining 3 are in their own seperate cage. <br/> Maybe to prevent breeding? <br/> Well. It seems like the males gets really active when they meet with the female. <br/> But doesnt mean they can just crap anywhere. <br/> Pfft. <br/> And I had to clean it up. <br/> Afterall, I was the one who got them out and let them have a meet and greet session. >< <br/> At least I know the males dun get along. <br/> ... <br/> Meh. <br/> The hamsters can only distract me temporarily. <br/> What you said just left me speechless. <br/> I didnt know how to take it. <br/> I guess I dun wanna making decisions that would end up hurting you once again. <br/> If given the chance, I'll try to do things better. <br/> But you dun seem like you're willing to give a chance to. <br/> Just makes me wonder watcha want me to do. <br/> Im pretty much confused. <br/> Sigh. Tell me. <br/> What do you want me to do? <br/> <br/> -Kai<div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.8</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305281836268673614-6837371307071203178?l=storiesofmylifenyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186923310037391688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305281836268673614.post-45620763926269148942011-04-26T22:24:00.001+08:002011-04-26T22:24:02.119+08:00Why is it that im this way? <br/> Is it because im impatient? <br/> Is it because its actually over and im still in denial? <br/> Sigh. Watever it is, I gotta calm myself down. <br/> One way or another. Sigh. <br/> Whats wrong with me? <br/> <br/> -Kai<div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.8</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305281836268673614-4562076392626914894?l=storiesofmylifenyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186923310037391688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305281836268673614.post-60893133711276811402011-04-26T19:13:00.008+08:002011-04-26T19:40:16.098+08:00Revamped the blog once again.<br />Maybe I'll start blogging again.<br />Not even sure if my playlist is working.<br />Smile by Avril Lavigne just remind me of the time I had somewhere in the past.<br />I just hope it isnt gone.<br />I still wanna smile with you.<br />I still do, d.<br /><br />Went for my medical appointment just now.<br />Was expecting the doctor to say somethin like "you're left with a few months to live."<br />But well, everything was fine.<br />There's nothing wrong with me. Or so says the doctor.<br />Thought things were fine. Thought I'll recover from my fever.<br />Then it struck me.<br />My body became heaty again.<br />Guess I'll be sweating away again tonight.<br />Wearing my sweater with my hoody on, tugging under the blanket.<br />Its just a really sucky feeling to be sick. Especially fever with migraine.<br />Just wish to be alone, yet wishing to be accompanied by someone.<br /><br />But what am I thinking right?<br />I want a time machine.<br />I wanna smile again.<br />Things were so well. I wanna smile again for you, d.<br />Where did things go wrong?<br />I wanna go back in time to relive those moments.<br />I miss those times, d.<br />I miss you. =(<br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> -Kai<br /><br /><object width="360" height="240"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZeEAwOiZSa4?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZeEAwOiZSa4?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="360" height="240"></embed></object><center><br /><br /><span>You know that I'm a crazy bitch,</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br /></span><span>I do what I want when I feel like it,</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br /></span><span>All I wanna do is loose control,</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br />But you don't really give a shit,<br /><br />You go with go with go with it,<br /></span><span><br />Cause you're fucking crazy rock-n-roll</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><span>You said hey,<br /><br />What's your name,</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br />It took one look,<br /><br />And now I'm not the same,<br /><br /></span><span>Yeah you said hey,<br /><br />And since that day,<br /><br />You stole my heart and you're the one to blame,<br /><br />Yeah.<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">And that's why... I smile,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">It's been a while,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Since everyday and everything has felt this right...</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><br /><br />And now,<br /><br />You turn it all around,<br /><br />And suddenly you're all I need,<br /><br />The reason why-I-I-I,<br /><br />I smi-I-ile.<br /><br /></span><span><br /><br />Last night I blacked out I think,<br /><br />What did you what did you put in my drink?<br /><br />I remember making out and then,<br /><br />I woke up with a new tattoo,<br /><br />Your name was on me and my name was on you,</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br />I would do it all over again.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span><span>You said hey,<br /><br />What's your name,<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br />It took one look,<br /><br />And now i'm not the same,<br /><br /></span><span>You said hey,<br /><br />And since that day,<br /><br />You stole my heart and you're the one to blame,<br /><br />Yeah.<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">And that's why... I smile,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">It's been a while,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Since everyday and everything has felt this right...</span><br /><br />And now,<br /><br />You turn it all around,<br /><br />And suddenly you're all I need,<br /><br />The reason why-I-I-I,<br /><br />I smi-I-ile.<br /><br /><br /></span><span><br />You know that I'm a crazy bitch,<br /><br />I do what I want , when I feel like it<br /><br />All I wanna do is loose control,<br /><br />You know that I'm a crazy bitch,<br /><br />I do what I want , when I feel like it<br /><br />All I wanna do is loose control-o-ol.</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">And that's why... I smile,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">It's been a while,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Since everyday and everything has felt this right...</span><br /><br />And now,<br /><br />You turn it all around,<br /><br />And suddenly you're all I need,<br /><br />The reason why-I-I-I,<br /><br />I smi-I-ile,<br /><br />The reason,<br /><br />The reason why-I-I-I,<br /><br />I smi-I-ile,<br /><br />The reason why-I-I-I,<br /><br />I smi-I-ile.</span></center><br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305281836268673614-6089313371127681140?l=storiesofmylifenyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186923310037391688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305281836268673614.post-74389898726896835972011-04-10T02:58:00.001+08:002011-04-10T02:58:35.345+08:00<span style="font-size:180%;">http://nightstars-ford.blogspot.com/</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305281836268673614-7438989872689683597?l=storiesofmylifenyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186923310037391688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305281836268673614.post-81799911166254250422011-01-03T12:50:00.002+08:002011-01-03T12:57:47.765+08:00My heart's still at lost.<br />After what you did to me yesterday.<br />I wonder how you feel bout me.<br />I wonder what you want us to be.<br />I wonder if it's a mistake.<br />I wonder if.. History's gonna repeat itself?<br />My heart's gettin' weak.<br />I'm really starting to think...<br />If my heart can go on.<br />I guess this is what they call karma uh?<br />...<br />It's really weak..<br />I didn't expect...<br />You to say something like that.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">-Kai<br /><br />|strauss|xepher|n.ight.mare|rave|</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">~Deja vu~ ~Karma~</span><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305281836268673614-8179991116625425042?l=storiesofmylifenyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186923310037391688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305281836268673614.post-82734885567739023712010-10-30T23:01:00.000+08:002010-10-30T23:02:02.662+08:00Can the sea save me again?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305281836268673614-8273488556773902371?l=storiesofmylifenyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186923310037391688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305281836268673614.post-38903078488452792042010-10-23T14:16:00.003+08:002010-10-23T14:17:49.062+08:00Man. It's your birthday last 2 days.<br />How I wish I can celebrate it with you.<br />How I wish we can still celebrate it.<br />Ah well. Nevertheless, I hope you're doing well.<br />Happy b'day my dear friend.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">-Kai<br /><br />|n.ight.mare|l.v3-less|strauss|xepher|rave|</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305281836268673614-3890307848845279204?l=storiesofmylifenyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186923310037391688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305281836268673614.post-83567891853849550242010-10-03T10:50:00.002+08:002010-10-03T10:58:09.989+08:00Time flies past fast. Even when you're not enjoying it.<br />Sometimes I juz wish it would fly past faster.<br />It's considered the end of my 4th week in ns.<br />Still coping pretty kinda well. Sometimes I juz get lazy.<br />Well. There's a motto for my squad.<br />-Being Fat Is Not A Crime. Being Lazy Is.-<br />Haha. At least I lost 7 kg already.<br />Weee. 15kg more to go before I reach the weight that I want.<br /><br />Other than that.<br />You can say quite alot happened in ns.<br />Man this feeling sucks big time.<br />It's bad enough that you can do nothing bout it and think bout it.<br />It's even worse when nothing changes when you do something bout it.<br />Meh. It juz sucks.<br />It does...<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">-Kai<br /><br />|n.ight.mare|xepher|strauss|rave|deja vu|</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305281836268673614-8356789185384955024?l=storiesofmylifenyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186923310037391688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305281836268673614.post-73727103340125027972010-09-12T06:39:00.002+08:002010-09-12T06:51:40.244+08:00<object width="580" height="360"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6tpl9LtkRRw?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;border=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6tpl9LtkRRw?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="580" height="360"></embed></object><br /><br /><object width="580" height="360"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/C-dvTjK_07c?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;border=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/C-dvTjK_07c?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="580" height="360"></embed></object><br /><br />Going back to camp~<br />Woots. Watched resident evil: afterlife.<br />Hell yea! 9/10!<br />The thing that doesn't give it 10/10 is that the zombie bosses died way too easily.<br />And very little zombie fights compared to the other resident evils.<br />But still, it's awesome! Haha.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">I should thank her for doing watever she's done.<br />But then, I dun think she'll bother replying/reading the msg.<br />Maybe Allah's trying to show me something.<br />To tell me I'm not philophobic.<br />I just haven't found the right one yet.<br />And I haven't search the right place yet.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">-Kai<br /><br />|n.ight.mare|strauss|xepher|rave|</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305281836268673614-7372710334012502797?l=storiesofmylifenyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186923310037391688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305281836268673614.post-44693693800677887662010-09-06T06:31:00.002+08:002010-09-06T06:36:09.434+08:00Today's my last day living my life as a civilian.<br />Haha.<br />I dun realli feel anything.<br />I mean like, there's no anxiety.<br />I'm not scared, yet i'm not excited.<br />That's the feeling I thought I'd feel the day before I enter NS.<br />Insyaallah, nothing will change when I enter and come out of it.<br />Well, I juz hope I'll have fun in there.<br />And lose weight. Muahahah.<br />Till next time.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">-Kai<br /><br />|xepher|strauss|rave|n.ight.mare|<br /><br />I'll miss ya all. I think. =s</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305281836268673614-4469369380067788766?l=storiesofmylifenyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186923310037391688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305281836268673614.post-19818445648645020242010-09-03T00:07:00.002+08:002010-09-05T12:02:54.042+08:00<object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/i6ih0ZoiMsg?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/i6ih0ZoiMsg?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br><Br><Br><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0XgJ7mEtACs?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0XgJ7mEtACs?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305281836268673614-1981844564864502024?l=storiesofmylifenyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186923310037391688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305281836268673614.post-23570497206400521262010-08-27T15:45:00.002+08:002010-08-27T15:48:19.159+08:00Just when I thought I was ready for it.<br />It all crumbles down so easily.<br />Though I was prepared, putting not so much hope on it,<br />It still hurts.<br />Dammit<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">-Kai</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><br />|n.ight.mare|xepher|strauss|rave|</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305281836268673614-2357049720640052126?l=storiesofmylifenyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186923310037391688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305281836268673614.post-88555437009068633752010-08-22T18:00:00.002+08:002010-08-22T18:00:55.005+08:00Grawrr~<br />My neck hurts. >.><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">-Kai<br /><br />|n.ight.mare|strauss|xepher|</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305281836268673614-8855543700906863375?l=storiesofmylifenyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186923310037391688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305281836268673614.post-67430654793760359522010-08-17T20:04:00.003+08:002010-08-18T05:37:34.137+08:00*poke*<br />Hah. I'm blogging again~<br />I was finally reading every single post that I wrote in the previous blog.<br />I didn't change much actually.<br />Maybe I'm now more annoying.<br />More cheerful.<br />Wat really changed was the inside.<br />Aug 07. I learnt to trust and smile.<br />Sept 07. I'm still very egoistic. Hah! And was into rise against.<br />*Gonna continue reading and update later*<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">-Kai<br /><br />|n.ight.mare|xepher|strauss|rave</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305281836268673614-6743065479376035952?l=storiesofmylifenyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186923310037391688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305281836268673614.post-90230087820946203182010-08-11T02:30:00.003+08:002010-08-11T02:31:56.040+08:00Nooooo~<br />Damn.<br />Goodbye my headset. T_T<br />It broke.<br />No idea why.<br />Maybe I was too violent. ~.~<br />I dun remember doing anything so violent.<br />*backtracks*<br />Maybe I did. =x<br />Gotta get myself a new headset. Roar!<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">-Kai<br />|n.ight.mare|xepher|strauss|rave</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305281836268673614-9023008782094620318?l=storiesofmylifenyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186923310037391688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305281836268673614.post-80373956257685554312010-08-10T06:02:00.002+08:002010-08-10T06:03:43.519+08:00Hah. I noticed i've been posting alot of videos lately.<br />Guess all I've been doing is rotting at home playing games.<br />Tmr's the start of fasting month. Fasting month!! Roar.<br />The month i love next to syawal. =P<br />I need to lose weight~<br /><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BV8VnH7X2I0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1?color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BV8VnH7X2I0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1?color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305281836268673614-8037395625768555431?l=storiesofmylifenyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186923310037391688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305281836268673614.post-23860043233179299232010-08-09T21:29:00.002+08:002010-08-09T21:30:24.666+08:00<object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3nW7eYNeHlY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1?color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3nW7eYNeHlY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1?color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br />This juz made my day. Hahaha!<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">-Kai<br />|n.ight.mare|xepher|strauss|</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305281836268673614-2386004323317929923?l=storiesofmylifenyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186923310037391688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305281836268673614.post-9257648177124706222010-08-09T06:08:00.002+08:002010-08-09T06:11:19.890+08:00<object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/H8ZuKF3dxCY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1?color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/H8ZuKF3dxCY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1?color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br />I really dunno what to say.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305281836268673614-925764817712470622?l=storiesofmylifenyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186923310037391688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305281836268673614.post-31668042164715845072010-08-01T06:29:00.005+08:002010-08-01T06:42:29.916+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiSoFywY-WA/TFSkYIj4OaI/AAAAAAAAAGc/0ZqZINw2Fk4/s1600/op8-d.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiSoFywY-WA/TFSkYIj4OaI/AAAAAAAAAGc/0ZqZINw2Fk4/s320/op8-d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500201779448002978" border="0" /></a><br />Remember this pic?<br />Maybe not. But I used this a year ago.<br />I still remember like it was yesterday.<br />My eyes grow teary as I write this.<br />Man.. I seriously miss you.<br />I wonder how you're doing.<br />I hope that you're doing well.<br />Even though you're not here with us, you're still in our heart.<br />We miss you man.<br />We.. really do.<br />As of today, it's been a year since you left us.<br />I hope you're well.<br />God... I can't help myself except to cry again.<br />We celebrated your birthday in advance the day before.<br />And the very next day, you moved on.<br />I wonder what you're feeling at that time.<br />Man.. I dunno whether u can still remember me.<br />I remember the hospital visit.<br />It was hard for you to even remember me.<br />Damn.. Really, I miss you.<br />I'll always remember you.<br />In memories of Pek Yijun. 21st October 1990 - 1st August 2009<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305281836268673614-3166804216471584507?l=storiesofmylifenyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186923310037391688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305281836268673614.post-78084005469000536692010-07-25T18:05:00.002+08:002010-07-27T01:52:27.126+08:00<object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Gc4HGQHgeFE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1?color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Gc4HGQHgeFE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1?color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br><Br><br />Man. I'm really speechless.<br><br><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KfXIF2Mm2Kc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1?color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KfXIF2Mm2Kc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1?color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305281836268673614-7808400546900053669?l=storiesofmylifenyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186923310037391688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305281836268673614.post-67055218480430293762010-07-21T15:12:00.001+08:002010-07-21T15:12:43.755+08:00<object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/16JFUDM_-eY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1?color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/16JFUDM_-eY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1?color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305281836268673614-6705521848043029376?l=storiesofmylifenyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186923310037391688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305281836268673614.post-75396645527751416392010-07-21T06:38:00.003+08:002010-07-21T07:15:27.662+08:00Looking at the old posts.<br />I realli change quite alot.<br />I stopped depending on the blog all the time.<br />Most importantly, I changed so I can forget something.<br />I'm unsure if this change is a good thing or otherwise.<br />Meh. I dun have to hide it.<br />It's not that I changed to forget something.<br />More like some1.<br />I'm not blaming you that I changed.<br />Neither do I want you to feel guilty over it.<br />Bout the thing this evening. I hope I wasn't the 1 who brought your mood down.<br />If it was, I apologize.<br /><br />Sigh. (How long have I not given this? =s)<br />I knew it.<br />I should have wrote bout this as soon as I was thinking bout it.<br />Yet, I wasted time playing a few minutes of game and send my bro to school.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">-Kai<br />|xepher|rave|strauss|n.ight.mare|</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305281836268673614-7539664552775141639?l=storiesofmylifenyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186923310037391688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305281836268673614.post-12586716526971600312010-07-21T05:58:00.001+08:002010-07-21T06:01:21.196+08:00<span style="font-size:78%;">Does any1 else miss the old Kai?<br />Cause I do.<br />http://till-theday-ifindu.blogspot.com/</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305281836268673614-1258671652697160031?l=storiesofmylifenyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186923310037391688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305281836268673614.post-11597428734931781682010-07-20T17:55:00.003+08:002010-07-20T18:41:48.940+08:00Dreams are weird.<br />Dont you agree?<br />One day they make u depressed,<br />the other, you wake up being so happy, laughing at your own dreams.<br />Well, I dreamt that I finally snap.<br />This guy have been coming over and treating this house like his.<br />So yea, in that dream, I finally snapped.<br />I wrestled him out of my house.<br />Haha. Man that dream was freaking weird, yet funny.<br />I can't stop laughing bout it.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">I dreamt bout you again the 2nd dream.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Bleah. But it's not depressing this time.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Man, I feel guilty having that dream.<br />But, it helps me forget bout some other stuffs.<br />Which should be.. A good thing right?<br /><br />-Kai<br /><br />|xepher|strauss|rave|n.ight.mare|</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305281836268673614-1159742873493178168?l=storiesofmylifenyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186923310037391688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305281836268673614.post-80837361947968096242010-07-08T16:37:00.002+08:002010-07-08T16:48:56.404+08:00Dreams are really scary sometimes.<br />I dun mean nightmares.<br />Dreams.<br />They show you what you yearn for.<br />But at the same time, it showed me that i'm not ready for it.<br />Really depressing. =.=<br />Lucid dreams are interesting.<br />The fact that u can manipulate it.<br />You are aware of your dreams, knowing it's a dream.<br />I have dozen of those, but i believe i didn't manage to manipulate even 1 dream.<br />Ah well.<br /><br />Life have been pretty dull.<br />There's hardly anything interesting going on.<br />Even if there is, my interest's life-span would be short.<br />Either that, or I fail to see that I'm depressed right now. >.><br />Guess I'm juz depressed right now.<br />Be it be a good thing or a bad thing I'm blogging right now, I dun realli care.<br />Once depressed, always depressed.<br />I realli have to pick myself up soon. ~.~<br /><br />Sigh.. Damn that dream.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">-Kai<br />|n.ight.mare|xepher|strauss|deja vu|</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305281836268673614-8083736194796809624?l=storiesofmylifenyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186923310037391688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305281836268673614.post-23664888445790068322010-05-27T16:22:00.002+08:002010-05-29T13:46:12.350+08:00<object width="580" height="360"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qDTKAHk_T5k&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x2b405b&color2=0x6b8ab6&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qDTKAHk_T5k&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x2b405b&color2=0x6b8ab6&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="580" height="360"></embed></object><br /><br><br><object width="580" height="360"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xy8jdBSwAto&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x2b405b&color2=0x6b8ab6&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xy8jdBSwAto&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x2b405b&color2=0x6b8ab6&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="580" height="360"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305281836268673614-2366488844579006832?l=storiesofmylifenyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186923310037391688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305281836268673614.post-45746657716436274732010-05-25T11:59:00.004+08:002010-05-25T13:28:14.626+08:00Ahh. I finally graduated.<br />It should be a happy day right?<br />I'm not sure if it is.<br />I could actually miss it.<br />Not considering the studies, projects and shits there.<br />I'm actually talking bout the people I met there.<br />People say secondary school is the only time they miss, not true for me.<br />I'd definitely miss the food there.<br />Though I was like "wth? the food's expensive" at 1st.<br />Welcome To The Outside World.<br />Lol. >.><br />I'd like to thank them for making my life at school quite memorable.<br /><span style="font-size:78%;">*I'm writing down those that are in mind right now, i dun wanna think and search for more. cause i'm writing down those that made an impact in my life*</span><br /><br />Widuri.<br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I dun realli noe wat to say.<br />The times we spent are nice.<br />The greatest regret was the greatest mistake that I did.<br />You'd say you have forgiven me, but I still am sorry.<br />The next regret is not able to compliment you when I had the chance to. Haha! >.<<br />Now, if you read this, I realli wanna noe lotsa stuff bout back then. I'd only talk if you'd wish to talk bout it. I juz hope it wont affect your relationship with your bf. And watever you're going through now, persevere through them. Thing will get better, Insyaallah.<br /> </span><br />Zafirah.<br /><span style="font-size:85%;">When I look at the graduation photo, I was thinking...<br />Hey, this could have been my gf.<br />Haha. Yea right. I hate my low-self esteem that i had.<br />I guess you might have known that I actually had feelings for you.<br />But I juz have the habit of backing off when I know you have feelings for a friend of mine.<br />Plus your senior was wooing you.<br />And tadaa. You're actually with him already. Haha.<br />Wasn't a bad idea of backing out. =P<br />Anyways, Congratulations on your graduation as well.</span><br /><br />Miao family + Khim.<br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Without classmates like you guys, I wouldn't be here.<br />To entertain me, put up with my nonsense. Thanks dudes (plus dudettes).<br />Congratulations on your graduation as well except for Khim.<br />You'll get your grats next year. =P<br /></span><br />Well. I guess thats kinda all for now.<br />I actually dragged this for too long till I actually might have forgotten some stuffs I wanna write.<br />Was interrupted way too often.<br />I hope this graduation wouldn't mean the end of us.<br />Till the next time I feel like blogging.<br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><br />-Kai<br />|n.ight.mare|xepher|strauss|</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305281836268673614-4574665771643627473?l=storiesofmylifenyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186923310037391688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305281836268673614.post-20157570581987645842010-04-13T11:11:00.002+08:002010-04-13T11:14:35.996+08:00<img style="visibility: hidden; width: 0px; height: 0px;" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.11NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNzExMjg*MjEyODgmcHQ9MTI3MTEyODQyMzIyMyZwPTE4MDMxJmQ9Jmc9MQ==.gif" width="0" border="0" height="0" /><center><p style="visibility: visible;"><object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://assets.mixpod.com/swf/mp3/mixpod.swf" style="width: 400px; height: 311px;" width="400" height="311"><param name="movie" value="http://assets.mixpod.com/swf/mp3/mixpod.swf"><param name="quality" value="high"><param name="scale" value="noscale"><param name="salign" value="TL"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><param name="flashvars" value="myid=50697136&amp;path=2010/04/12&amp;mycolor=222222&amp;mycolor2=77ADD1&amp;mycolor3=FFFFFF&amp;autoplay=false&amp;rand=0&amp;f=4&amp;vol=100&amp;pat=0&amp;grad=false"></object><br /></p></center><p></p>Memories man !<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">-Kai</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">|n.ight.mare|xepher|</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305281836268673614-2015757058198764584?l=storiesofmylifenyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186923310037391688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305281836268673614.post-50855024939831258292010-04-01T02:49:00.002+08:002010-04-01T03:00:07.451+08:00update. roar.<br />1st, i'd like to wish those asses out there, Happy April Fools. -_-<br />i have to prepare myself from getting tricked.<br />sheesh.<br />but i noe, im an ass as well. hahha.<br />anyways, i actually have something to talk bout.<br />but it seems that i totally forgotten wat is it after i watched a "few" videos.<br />it brings up another question, why do people hate nickelback?<br />can't find a reasonable reason.<br />i dun realli get it.<br />but i noe that some of their songs are actually quite meaningful.<br />ah well.<br /><br />here's another thing,<br />wat if u thought u were actually moving in a normal pace<br />but actually were zooming past like a jet?<br />wat i actually mean is in love.<br />u thought it was the right time to make a move.<br />but when u do, a few days later, u think u made a BAD move?<br />gosh.<br />it's realli kinda heart-breaking yet frustrating. -_-<br />i wonder whether i can actually get some1 to talk to bout it anyways.<br />my blog has been long dead.<br />doubt any1 reads it now anyways. hah.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">-Kai</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">|n.ight.mare|xepher|</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305281836268673614-5085502493983125829?l=storiesofmylifenyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186923310037391688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305281836268673614.post-18707366974163473022010-03-17T03:55:00.002+08:002010-03-17T03:59:21.646+08:00I haven't been updating for a long time.<br />I guess I finally have started to move on instead on depending on this webbie.<br />I dun think there will be much updates in the future anyways.<br />And I doubt there's any1 reading this anymore. Hahah.<br />Anyways, why do girls love to ask this question?<br />"Why are you being so nice to me?"<br />Isn't the answer quite clear?<br />It's because maybe I have feelings for you?<br />Gosh, but they just have to ask.<br />And of course I cant say I have feelings for you.<br />It's hard to say it, no matter the situation.<br />I better update my songs and blogskins.<br />I'll update more post when I feel like doing so. =P<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">-Kai<br />n.ight.mare|xepher</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305281836268673614-1870736697416347302?l=storiesofmylifenyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186923310037391688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305281836268673614.post-39388829910958587322009-12-28T21:33:00.002+08:002009-12-28T21:36:35.270+08:00Wohooo~!<br />My darling is back.<br />Got no idea how my lappy actually "revived from the dead".<br />I was so darn sure it died the day when it immediately switched off before it could ever on.<br />Hope ya get wat I mean.<br />Got lots to catch up.<br />Caught up with my important mangas.<br />Woots.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">-Kai</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305281836268673614-3938882991095858732?l=storiesofmylifenyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186923310037391688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305281836268673614.post-73425209586018364822009-11-22T18:08:00.006+08:002009-11-22T18:30:24.597+08:00Damn. I feel so f***ing pathetic.<br />Sigh.<br /><br />This time, I wonder what it feels like to find the one in this life,<br />the one we all dream of, but dreams just aren't enough.<br />So I'll be waiting for the real thing..<br /><br />Cause nobody wants to be the last one there<br />And everyone wants to feel like someone cares<br />Someone to love with my life in their hands<br />There's gotta be somebody for me like that<br />Cause nobody wants to do it on their own<br />And everyone wants to know they're not alone<br />There's somebody else that feels the same somewhere<br />There's gotta be somebody for me out there...<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">-Kai</span><br /><br /><br />Is there?<br />I'm still hanging on..<br />But how much longer will I be able to wait?<br />Pfft.. I'm so pathetic.<br />If I were to say what I really feels, it would be "my heart is crying".</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">So I'll be holding my breath,<br />Right up till the end<br />Until that moment when<br />I find the one that I'll spend forever with.<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305281836268673614-7342520958601836482?l=storiesofmylifenyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186923310037391688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305281836268673614.post-38800345532000054372009-11-09T01:14:00.001+08:002009-11-09T13:50:22.183+08:00Gfs?<br />They sound nice but the real thing isn't as nice as it sounds.<br />Definitely, there'll be ups and downs in a relationship.<br />I was playing GTA San Andreas(dunno if it's spelt correctly),<br />*Well. None of us actually plays the story mde and it's my 1st ime playing GTA*<br />I was actually shocked to get a gf (in the game).<br />It's.. well.. kinda boring cause all i can do is just taking her out for days *for now, maybe*.<br />But I guess I got caught up in that character that I really thought I was having 1.<br />*snap to reality*<br />Kinda depressing when I snapped out of it.<br />Funny how I'm actually depressed over having no gf and people are depressed having a gf. =s<br /><br />I still wonder...<br />For the time when it actually comes.<br /><br /><em><span style="font-size:78%;">-Kai</span></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305281836268673614-3880034553200005437?l=storiesofmylifenyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186923310037391688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305281836268673614.post-58385146091544624592009-11-08T16:36:00.000+08:002009-11-09T13:59:39.021+08:00I used to have the need to usually talk to some1 when I have problems.<br />Young or old, just letting it out.<br />But I developed how to forget bout stuffs.<br />Explains the STM(short term memory) I have now and why my blog haven't been updating.<br />Trynna be as lively as possible, though I'm depressed deep inside.<br />I've been thinking bout this for quite some time.<br />Maybe I have even forgotten how to love.<br />Maybe it's love, but to me, it feels as if it's just a small crush.<br />At times I feel like crying, but I'll keep reminding myself,<br />"Com'on. I'm a guy. Stop acting like some emo shit jackass"<br />Recently, my eyes teared naturally when I was listening to a song.<br />No reasons behind it.<br />Wasn't feeling down or anything.<br />I was just like.. Lip syncing to the song and well.. I teared.<br />I thought to myself, it's been a long time since I started bottling things up again.<br />A few of my friends became victims to my depression mode. =x<br />I apologise.<br />All I did was to rant bout how down I was and I know I'm not doing anything to change it.<br />I'm just...<br />Trynna be cautious.<br />I... dunno wat to do anymore.<br />Let the wind carry me wherever it wants to go.<br />Going with the flow..<br />Sigh.<br /><br /><em><span style="font-size:78%;">-Kai</span></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305281836268673614-5838514609154462459?l=storiesofmylifenyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186923310037391688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305281836268673614.post-4634387271237668092009-11-06T19:06:00.001+08:002009-11-06T19:07:19.208+08:00I keep it hidden, close to the surface inside.<br />Its raining...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305281836268673614-463438727123766809?l=storiesofmylifenyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186923310037391688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305281836268673614.post-12117151336495365572009-10-29T23:58:00.002+08:002009-10-30T00:39:03.270+08:00Does b'day wishes come true on the next b'day? I wonder =)<br />And I'm waiting for my present Hadi! Roarr!<br />After o's. =P<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">-Kai</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305281836268673614-1211715133649536557?l=storiesofmylifenyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186923310037391688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305281836268673614.post-50207954896558427082009-10-27T19:44:00.003+08:002009-10-30T00:42:16.581+08:00Wishlist?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.man-sandals.com/sandals-images/mens-slippers-flip-flops-havaianas.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 193px;" src="http://www.man-sandals.com/sandals-images/mens-slippers-flip-flops-havaianas.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />New pair of slippers.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ny-image2.etsy.com/il_430xN.90929886.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 194px;" src="http://ny-image2.etsy.com/il_430xN.90929886.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Bell choker.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ces-show.com/news_images/00215_philips-bluetooth-headset.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 304px;" src="http://www.ces-show.com/news_images/00215_philips-bluetooth-headset.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />New headset.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ak.buy.com/buy_assets/spotlights/screens/2009/04/PSP_Charger.png"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 136px;" src="http://ak.buy.com/buy_assets/spotlights/screens/2009/04/PSP_Charger.png" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Portable psp charger (+grip).<br />Birthday-bash-free. =s<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">-Kai</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305281836268673614-5020795489655842708?l=storiesofmylifenyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186923310037391688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305281836268673614.post-73727033053995877062009-10-25T03:50:00.001+08:002009-10-25T03:50:31.112+08:00Facebook is evil D:<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305281836268673614-7372703305399587706?l=storiesofmylifenyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186923310037391688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305281836268673614.post-70746507825948730602009-10-22T21:35:00.006+08:002009-10-22T21:42:26.716+08:00<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Toccata.<br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">I'm so hopeless.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">I cant even help her when she's angry. Sigh.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">-Kai</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305281836268673614-7074650782594873060?l=storiesofmylifenyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186923310037391688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305281836268673614.post-73735093730648136132009-10-22T00:08:00.003+08:002009-10-22T00:16:51.632+08:00How I'd wish<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> I can say I love you.</span><br />to be<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> someone special to you. to be someone who can make things</span><br />different<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> just for you.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">I wonder if u feel the same way I feel for you.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305281836268673614-7373509373064813613?l=storiesofmylifenyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186923310037391688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305281836268673614.post-15402181838190752982009-10-21T00:09:00.003+08:002009-10-21T00:12:41.852+08:00Today should have been ur b'day.<br />I really miss ya.<br />I remembered the times we spent.<br />Though you're not around, we'll still remember this b'day.<br />21st oct.<br />I'll nvr forget ya.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">-Kai</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305281836268673614-1540218183819075298?l=storiesofmylifenyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186923310037391688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305281836268673614.post-72392316114001564802009-10-17T02:40:00.004+08:002009-10-17T02:45:59.880+08:00If only you knew...<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> how I feel bout you</span><br />Will today be forgotten?<br />Its so hard to say it..<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> I have feelings for you or I love you.</span><br />I wonder if you feel the same <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">way I feel about you.</span><br />Will it work out?<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">-Kai</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305281836268673614-7239231611400156480?l=storiesofmylifenyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186923310037391688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305281836268673614.post-31979904918560663812009-10-14T00:52:00.002+08:002009-10-14T00:55:27.362+08:00Atlantica Online.<br />Roar. I'm gonna start on you tomorrow.<br />Anyways. I gotta do my presentation.<br />Dun feel like doing it.<br />Dang. -_-<br />Well. Thing's will work out in the end. =p<br />So wat am I gonna do tomorrow?<br />I wonder..<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">-Kai</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiSoFywY-WA/StSw7xuQrHI/AAAAAAAAAGM/P-ntNY-b1lo/s1600-h/wallpaper28%281280_1024%29.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiSoFywY-WA/StSw7xuQrHI/AAAAAAAAAGM/P-ntNY-b1lo/s200/wallpaper28%281280_1024%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392129194875464818" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305281836268673614-3197990491856066381?l=storiesofmylifenyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186923310037391688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305281836268673614.post-16747692944671493422009-10-12T00:58:00.001+08:002009-10-12T00:58:30.645+08:00It's no surprise I wont be here tomorrow.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305281836268673614-1674769294467149342?l=storiesofmylifenyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186923310037391688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305281836268673614.post-31083847476109460252009-10-08T00:17:00.001+08:002009-10-08T00:19:30.911+08:00Didn't update for so long. Muahah.<br />Sry bout it.<br />There's just so much going on.<br />And having STM on my side, I can't remember wat happened.<br />And I'm kinda busy.<br />So yea.<br />Didn't really have time make a proper update.<br />Dang.<br />School starts in like 8 hours. -_-<br />Damn u FYP.<br />I'm only 1/3 way through. Gah. ~.~<br />Anyways. I better get my sleep.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">-Kai</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305281836268673614-3108384747610946025?l=storiesofmylifenyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186923310037391688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305281836268673614.post-81887036776549915942009-09-28T21:03:00.002+08:002009-09-29T00:16:52.880+08:00Dang today i'm feeling down, down, down.<br />=s<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">-Kai<br /><br />What I'm staring at, is it a scar or a slowly healing wound?</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305281836268673614-8188703677654991594?l=storiesofmylifenyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186923310037391688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305281836268673614.post-33238102260429509032009-09-21T06:32:00.002+08:002009-09-21T06:42:46.151+08:00Shag. Damn tired. But ah well.<br />Still havent sleep.<br />And still gonna go raya later.<br />Damn tireddd.<br />Insufficient sleep the night before as well.<br />Anyways. Something came up last friday.<br />Small matter I guess.<br />They wanna bring more ppl, and juz got scared by 3 of our frens who looks damn intimidating uh.<br />Lol.<br />Anyways, the soccer match.<br />Ended with quite a number of injured ppl. *laughs at them*<br />I'm lucky not to get injured, i managed to score 3 goals as well.<br />Muahahahah.<br />Meh. Freaking tired.<br />To all the muslims out there, Selamat Hari Raya~!<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">-Kai</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305281836268673614-3323810226042950903?l=storiesofmylifenyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186923310037391688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305281836268673614.post-48901401216692246502009-09-15T00:17:00.001+08:002009-09-15T00:33:15.108+08:00I've been such an airhead. -_-<br />I kinda forgotten something important and only realised it when I reached pasir ris.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">-Kai<br /><br />i promised myself not to look at her again.<br />so why am i?<br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305281836268673614-4890140121669224650?l=storiesofmylifenyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186923310037391688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305281836268673614.post-26306895372643188922009-09-14T06:50:00.002+08:002009-09-14T06:52:33.589+08:00Muahahha.<br />I could juz imagine if that was me. =x<br />See.. What did I say? =P<br />We wouldn't wanna have to go through the same things again right?<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">-Kai<br /><br />It could have been my stormy day.<br />No risk no gain. But it all ends the same way.<br />Playing it safe. :D</span></span><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305281836268673614-2630689537264318892?l=storiesofmylifenyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186923310037391688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305281836268673614.post-78139066754035706442009-09-10T00:48:00.002+08:002009-09-10T00:56:09.764+08:00Update update.<br />._.<br />No idea what to update about.<br />Nyahaha.<br />Anyways. FYP (final year proj) started 2 days back.<br />Damn. -_-<br />1st day was the worse.<br />Came to school empty-handed.<br />Didn't prepare for it. Cause it's initially SUPPOSED to be a briefing.<br />I had a feeling that fyp might start on that day itself.<br />But I thought I'll let it slip.<br />And here I am.. 3rd day of FYP.<br />Gawd... X_X<br />My room's so strict.<br />-_-<br />Juz because the overall supervisor said the ministry will walk pass the level.<br />Visitors as well.<br />But ah well. That can't stop me from using the net. Right? =P<br /><br />Anyways.<br />Albert called me this morning.<br />Zomg. -_-<br />He said I failed my semiconductor overall.<br />I need to have equiz2 and assignment1 to at least get a pass.<br />Shoots -_-<br />I wanted for a retest for the equiz.<br />Sadly didn't get it.<br />I'm juz praying hard for a moderation.<br />Dun wanna stay half a year juz for a stupid lesson.<br />I dun wanna be saying "I'll be back" D:<br /><br />Sad case.<br />Meh. I guess i better get to sleep.<br />It starts at 8.30 everyday.<br />Hopefully the higher ups grant me my proposal of going home early for break fast.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">-Kai</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305281836268673614-7813906675403570644?l=storiesofmylifenyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186923310037391688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305281836268673614.post-81228446954724796072009-09-03T01:41:00.002+08:002009-09-03T01:48:35.553+08:00Manga updates! Lol. -_-<br />Nothing much actually.<br /><br />Freezing - 15.<br />Ao no exorcist - 5<br />World god only knows - 60<br />Record of the fallen vampire - 38<br />Shaman King - Completed<br />Zatch Bell - Yet to start.<br />Fairy Tail - 150<br />Skip beat! - 14<br />One Piece - 555<br />1/2 prince -34<br />Aflame Inferno - Plans to read all over.<br />Ubel blatt - Plans to read all over.<br />Kimi no iru machi - 59<br />Mysterious Girlfriend X - 37<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">-Kai</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305281836268673614-8122844695472479607?l=storiesofmylifenyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186923310037391688noreply@blogger.com0