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to a new beginning, a new chapter.I think I need some fresh air, I need to move on.I will occasionally update blogger but my main place to pour out my guts would be here:flairlynnFeel free to drop by and I will holla back at you!Take care now, people!You know I love you. :)

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For some strange reason, I have a gut feeling to switch to Tumblr. To switch or not to switch?

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Only once in your life, I truly believe,you find someone who can completely turn your world around.You tell them things that you’ve never shared with another souland they absorb everything you say and actually want to hear more.You share hopes for the future,dreams that will never come true,goals that were never achievedand the many disappointments life has thrown at you.When something wonderful

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; oh, is your heart still mine to sail?

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If she's amazing, she won't be easy. If she's easy, she won't be amazing. If she's worth it, you won't give up. If you give up, you're not worthy.- Author Unknown

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; for now, let's just walk together without words spoken.I want to feel you the way I used to again,the smell I fell in love with.Don't say a word,and everything will be alright.

lynnetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10470847507467314134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7333623207755281118.post-71152528284205187442010-08-09T23:16:00.000+08:002010-08-10T01:26:42.147+08:00

Two people can sleep in the same bedand still be alone when they close their eyes.- Hardboiled Wonderland and the End of the World,Haruki Murakami

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When I looked at you, my life made sense. Even the bad things made sense. They were necessary to make you possible.- Jonathan Safran Foer

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There's no space in my heartwhere I don't want to love you.

lynnetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10470847507467314134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7333623207755281118.post-48300344764938169552010-08-04T23:10:00.000+08:002010-08-05T01:11:59.738+08:00

I'll wait patiently,When the world you're caught up in fades,Come to me.And you know I'm not hold­ing my breath,But you know how to find me.And you know there's a knot in my chest,Only you can untie me.When you're ready for love,'Cause you know along,I'm the one that you wanted, baby.All your rea­sons are wrong,Now I know why you run,And I'm not leaving.Before I got that you're just lost,I used

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Now I am back to my original state = unemployed. I have nothing else to do now but to: sit at home,get fat(ter),watch the Spanish movies I got from my lecturer,wait for second year to start,try to exercise to make sure #2 doesn't come true,get more sleep,wait for makan trip with fatty bom-bom :),try Tao Authentic Asian Cuisine @ Sunway Giza,HAVE JUICEWORKS! OMG OMG OMG!!Okay, I think that is all

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"We can only lie to ourselves for so long. We are tired. We are scared. Denying it doesn’t change the truth. Sooner or later, we have to put aside our denial and face the world, head on, guns blazing. Denial. It’s not just a river in Egypt. It’s a freaking ocean. So how do you keep from drowning in it?" - Grey’s Anatomy

lynnetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10470847507467314134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7333623207755281118.post-29288609744683831722010-08-01T00:05:00.003+08:002010-08-01T02:17:09.491+08:00

; you are one of a few who stuck around.Happy birthday you,the chances of you seeing this will be a minute as a microorganismbut heck, I want to dedicate this space for you.I may not be the best person on earth to be your friend,but I try to.Thank you for being an awesome one though,every time spent with you is awesome in its own way.Don't forget who you were, who you are, who you want to be,and

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; you told me I was pretty even when I looked like a mess.You are every girl's keeper,and I count my lucky stars every night that I'm that lucky one.:)

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; and have a cup of hot coffee.And we will talk all day about everything, anything and nothing.And stare at the blue, blue sky,and look at birds fly.Come sit with me,and I will tell you that I don't want this to end.If you must know,I'm empty without you.And there's no way I can hide or deny it.I love you.

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Nobody loves me like you do,nobody thrills me like you do,nobody gets me,nobody kills me like you do.....There's no sweeter death,no sweeter death than this.

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Another time another place I'd feel wor­thy of your love But I've been stuck inside this cage 'Cause it's the only place I knowAnd I've been bro­ken on the floor So many other times beforeWatch­ing someone I trust walk out on me So don't walk out on meI've always been unsure in loveI hated being vulnerableBut with you some­how I knowA love like this is everlasting

lynnetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10470847507467314134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7333623207755281118.post-13600792793731458142010-07-14T02:01:00.003+08:002010-07-14T02:17:26.914+08:00

I don't know, there's something about you. Say there's an hourglass: the sand's about to run out.Someone like you can always be counted on to turn the thing over.- A Wild Sheep Chase,Haruki Murakami

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; you cannot change what is already there and who he already is, my friend.You cannot change the situation, so don't get frustrated about it.Learn to move on, learn to deal with this as an adult,learn to take this as an obstacle and overcome it like a rational adult would.Learn to keep your personal life private; that way, whatever you have between you and him are SOLELY for you and him.Learn

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"Why are you leaving me?"He wrote, I do not know how to live."I do not know either but I am trying."I do not know how to try.There were some things I wanted to tell him.But I knew they would hurt him.So I buried them and let them hurt me.- Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close,Jonathan Safran Foer

lynnetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10470847507467314134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7333623207755281118.post-36420996937341815362010-06-15T01:39:00.004+08:002010-06-15T01:44:35.969+08:00

I just want to sit in bed and snuggle and eat cereal Kokocrunchand watch stupid movies 500 Days of Summer with you all day long.What do you think?(:

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Fragment of ideas float around my brain as I tirelessly try to fit them together.With so many words in my head, I am always afraid of writing them down improperly.Or forgetting them in the first place.I cannot seem to write fast enough because somehow a thought always gets lost.- Author Unknown

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; even if you give me a chance to do it all over again.

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; I can keep drowning in the water.Even if it means dying; for you, I will.Because despite everything we've been through,you are still here with me.Here for me to lean on,here for me to talk to,here to give me a big hug,here to plant a kiss on my foreheadand assure me that things will be fine.Please don't stop doing what you do.

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; you don't deserve to be even in my darkest memories.

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; or wanting.Human beings are made greedy;we are human beings.Are you waiting for someone today?Are you longing for someone today?Do you want me today?

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; and then my soul saw you and it kind of went, "Oh, there you are. I've been looking for you."

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; every little bump in the road I tried to swerve.

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; and sometimes we change our minds, but it's killing me to see you go after all this time.

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Lost opportunities, lost possibilities, feelings we can never get back. That's part of what it means to be alive. But inside our heads - at least that's where I imagine it - there's a little room where we store those memories. A room like the stacks in this library. And to understand the workings of our own heart, we have to keep on making new reference cards. We have to dust things off every

lynnetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10470847507467314134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7333623207755281118.post-928159526915863572010-05-24T00:02:00.000+08:002010-05-24T00:02:47.690+08:00

Thanks for drawing pictures on my back with your fingers whenever I feel bad.

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"You know what I think?" she says. "That people's memories are maybe the fuel they burn to stay alive. Whether those memories have any actual importance or not, it doesn't matter as far as the maintenance of life is concerned. They're all just fuel. Advertising fillers in the newspaper, philosophy books, dirty pictures in a magazine, a bundle of ten-thousand-yen bills: when you feed 'em to the

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; and her pain breaks me. We can all feel your absence, and your absence is overwhelming.

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When I come to the end of the road, and the sun has set for me. I want no rites in a gloom-filled room. Why cry for a soul set free?Miss me a little - but not too long, and not with your head bowed low.Remember the love that was once shared. Miss me, but let me go.For this is a journey we all must take, and each must go alone. It’s all a part of the master’s plan, a step on the road to home.

lynnetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10470847507467314134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7333623207755281118.post-14613670431956410092010-05-03T14:01:00.003+08:002010-05-25T15:23:35.299+08:00

Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions.You change direction but the sandstorm chases you.You turn again, but the storm adjusts.Over and over you play this out,like some ominous dance with death just before dawn.Why? Because this storm isn't something that blew in from far away,something that has nothing to do with you. This storm is you.Something inside of you. So

lynnetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10470847507467314134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7333623207755281118.post-55963252723595988352010-04-30T00:19:00.002+08:002010-04-30T00:20:15.003+08:00

It's hard to tell the difference between sea and sky, between voyager and sea. Between reality and the workings of the heart.- Haruki Murakami

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; so take me there, take my hand.You promised not to let me go.'Cause if this heart breaks,you will be my sorrow.

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You are supposed to be a mentor, a teacher,a guide, a counselor. You are supposed to be loving, caring, reasonable,rational, patient, selfless and disciplined at the same time.You are supposed to put yourself inyour sons' and daughters' shoes.You are supposed to know what's best for your children.You are supposed to at least listen to what they have to say.You are supposed to behave your own

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She waited for the train to pass. Then she said, "I sometimes think that people’s hearts are like deep wells. Nobody knows what’s at the bottom. All you can do is imagine by what comes floating to the surface every once in a while." - Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman, Haruki Murakami

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"I'll be looking for you, every moment, every single moment. And when we do find each other again, we'll cling together so tight that nothing and no one will ever tear us apart. Every atom of me and every atom of you...We'll live in birds and flowers and dragonflies and pine trees and in clouds and in those little specks of light you see floating in sunbeams... And when they use our atoms to make

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"Love me, because love doesn't exist,and I have tried everything that does."- Jonathan Safran Foer

lynnetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10470847507467314134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7333623207755281118.post-13213277997864096552010-04-24T16:36:00.002+08:002010-04-24T16:47:37.383+08:00

Too many people go through life running fromsomething that isn't after them.But I don't wanna run away from you.

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Could you have possibly loved with a broken heart?

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"I love you also means I love you more than anyone loves you, or has loved you, or will love you, and also, I love you in a way that no one loves you, or has loved you, or will love you, and also, I love you in a way that I love no one else, and never have loved anyone else, and never will love anyone else. "- Jonathan Safran Foer

lynnetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10470847507467314134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7333623207755281118.post-45335279147127943682010-04-15T00:22:00.000+08:002010-04-15T00:22:00.548+08:00

A friend of mine wrote,"Never regret anything, because at one time it was exactly what you wanted."Nothing could get better than that.

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"What do you think? I'm not a starfish or a pepper tree. I'm a living, breathing human being. Of course I've been in love." - Kafka on the Shore, Haruki Murakami

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"Sometimes when I look at you, I feel I'm gazing at a distant star.It's dazzling, but the light is from tens of thousands of years ago.Maybe the star doesn't even exist any more.Yet sometimes that light seems more real to me than anything."- South of the Border, West of the Sun, Haruki Murakami

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"I'm sorry for my inability to let unimportant things go, for my inability to hold on to the important things."- Jonathan Safran Foer

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; I found my storm.

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; those glossy eyes don't need the sadness they have seen.

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Can you feel when you don't have a heart?

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The title is self-explanatory, way overdue. I'll just let the pictures do the talking. :)

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Spongebob: What do you usually do when I'm gone?Patrick: Wait for you to come back.

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; I hope we become nothing.

lynnetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10470847507467314134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7333623207755281118.post-39859107198825970612010-04-07T22:26:00.001+08:002010-04-07T22:26:19.667+08:00

I know you hide behind your words.It's okay, I do that too.Just know that I will always be here for you,when you need an ear,when you need a shoulder,when you need someone.I miss you a lot.I think you know.

lynnetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10470847507467314134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7333623207755281118.post-18149621692972283782010-04-07T21:19:00.000+08:002010-04-07T22:23:20.774+08:00

; you don't need to look to someone else to tell you how good you are.You are the most imperfect person I've ever met,yet in your eyes lies that one thing that allows me to embrace your imperfections.Your imperfections are a beauty statement.

lynnetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10470847507467314134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7333623207755281118.post-87783413069195362652010-04-05T21:53:00.002+08:002010-04-05T21:53:00.317+08:00

; but I will try to make the best out of it.Because you are more important than you realise.I'm sorry that my emotions hurt you.I love you.

lynnetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10470847507467314134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7333623207755281118.post-14165449061058420662010-04-05T20:13:00.000+08:002010-04-05T21:31:17.903+08:00

; and I will love you in reality and dreams.

lynnetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10470847507467314134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7333623207755281118.post-60058832191819925382010-03-23T21:37:00.001+08:002010-03-23T21:37:15.300+08:00

; you've got to go through hell to get to the paradise above you.What is pain to glory, no?

lynnetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10470847507467314134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7333623207755281118.post-70567838940988811792010-03-22T23:32:00.000+08:002010-03-22T23:32:00.336+08:00

; we fell in love.Question is, can we stay in love?

lynnetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10470847507467314134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7333623207755281118.post-12950922402012062372010-03-22T21:23:00.000+08:002010-03-22T22:09:28.747+08:00

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lynnetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10470847507467314134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7333623207755281118.post-66475421478141917912010-03-21T21:32:00.001+08:002010-03-22T01:58:19.755+08:00

So many people enter and leave your life!Hundreds of thousands of people!You have to keep the door open so they can come in!But it also means you have to let them go!- Jonathan Safran Foer

lynnetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10470847507467314134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7333623207755281118.post-36719760923614295912010-03-20T23:23:00.000+08:002010-03-20T23:24:02.133+08:00

Anyone who falls in love is searching for the missing pieces of themselves. So anyone who's in love gets sad when they think of their lover. It's like stepping back inside a room you have fond memories of, one you haven't seen in a long time. - Haruki Murakami

lynnetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10470847507467314134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7333623207755281118.post-10904571412694620382010-03-20T17:33:00.000+08:002010-03-20T17:57:08.130+08:00

I feel too much shit too often and too intensely and I'm sorry that it hurts you.

lynnetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10470847507467314134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7333623207755281118.post-42778330038334826722010-03-20T00:36:00.002+08:002010-03-20T00:43:42.357+08:00

Emotions, in my experience, aren't covered by single words. I don't believe in "sadness," "joy," or "regret." Maybe the best proof that the language is patriarchal is that it oversimplifies feeling. I'd like to have at my disposal complicated hybrid emotions, Germanic train-car constructions like, say, "the happiness that attends disaster." Or: "the disappointment of sleeping with one's fantasy."

lynnetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10470847507467314134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7333623207755281118.post-5641478452783770572010-03-19T23:05:00.001+08:002010-03-20T00:28:34.685+08:00

If I could be with anyone,it'd still be you.Do you still need me to further convince you?

lynnetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10470847507467314134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7333623207755281118.post-16468286002873112042010-03-18T23:56:00.001+08:002010-03-20T00:28:49.692+08:00

This is my heart. You are touching it with your left hand. You are touching it with your left hand, not because you are left-handed, although you might be, but because I am holding it against my heart. What you are feeling is the beating of my heart. It is what keeps me alive. - Jonathan Safran Foer

lynnetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10470847507467314134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7333623207755281118.post-77047188854666657072010-03-18T21:45:00.001+08:002010-03-20T00:28:58.843+08:00

And it came to me then.That we were wonderful traveling companionsbut in the end no more than lonely lumpsof metal in their own separate orbits.From far off they look like beautiful shooting stars,but in reality they're nothing more than prisons,where each of us is locked up alone,going nowhere.When the orbits of these two satellites of ours happened to cross paths,we could be together.Maybe even

lynnetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10470847507467314134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7333623207755281118.post-57863164278320308972010-03-16T22:38:00.001+08:002010-03-20T00:29:10.189+08:00

But I didn't understand then.That I could hurt somebody so badly she would never recover.That a person can, just by living, damage another human being beyond repair.- Haruki Murakami

lynnetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10470847507467314134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7333623207755281118.post-2538449078855634752010-03-16T21:16:00.001+08:002010-03-20T00:29:20.046+08:00

"Letters are just pieces of paper," I said."Burn them, and what stays in your heart will stay;keep them, and what vanishes will vanish."- Norwegian Wood,Haruki Murakami

lynnetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10470847507467314134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7333623207755281118.post-56332730189643552882010-03-15T22:47:00.003+08:002010-03-20T00:29:28.508+08:00

Memories are what warm you up from the inside.But they're also what tear you apart.- Kafka on the Shore,Haruki Murakami

lynnetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10470847507467314134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7333623207755281118.post-42555629017715868622010-03-15T21:10:00.002+08:002010-03-20T00:29:37.304+08:00

I wish I were a poet.I’ve never confessed that to anyone, and I'm confessing it to you,because you've given me reason to feel that I can trust you.I've spent my life observing the universe, mostly in my mind’s eye.It’s been a tremendously rewarding life, a wonderful life.I've been able to explore the origins of time and space with some of the great living thinkers.But I wish I were a poet.Albert

lynnetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10470847507467314134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7333623207755281118.post-63598026030288027012010-03-15T01:45:00.000+08:002010-03-15T01:45:00.381+08:00

*this is a scheduled post.; it's not always about going the right way.It's about the process of finding it,it's about falling and hurting yourselfbut at the end of the day, you will always pick yourself up,no matter how long it takes for you to do that.Just because you fall doesn't mean you're a failure,others may think so but I never will.And even if you keep falling,even if you can't pick

lynnetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10470847507467314134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7333623207755281118.post-70775164954220641182010-03-15T00:12:00.000+08:002010-03-15T00:12:00.335+08:00

Quizás aun no te comprenda.Pero, con un poco de tiempo, llegaré a entenderte.Y no habrá nadie en el mundo que te comprenda mejor que yo.

lynnetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10470847507467314134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7333623207755281118.post-66804069925495075852010-03-14T22:39:00.001+08:002010-03-20T00:31:21.896+08:00

I think you still love me,but we can't escape the fact that I’m not enough for you. I knew this was going to happen. So I'm not blaming you for falling in love with another woman. I'm not angry, either. I should be, but I'm not. I just feel pain. A lot of pain. I thought I could imagine how much this would hurt, but I was wrong. - South of the Border, West of the Sun,Haruki Murakami

lynnetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10470847507467314134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7333623207755281118.post-70542033697026200622010-03-14T21:15:00.003+08:002010-03-20T00:31:47.587+08:00

But who can say what’s best? That’s why you need to grab whatever chance you have of happiness where you find it, and not worry about other people too much. My experience tells me that we get no more than two or three such chances in a life time, and if we let them go, we regret it for the rest of our lives. - Norwegian Wood,Haruki Murakami

lynnetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10470847507467314134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7333623207755281118.post-82860935117591769412010-03-14T19:05:00.000+08:002010-03-14T21:37:04.321+08:00

; so don't tell me to take care the next time or whenever.Your love would take care of everything.

lynnetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10470847507467314134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7333623207755281118.post-36154361889220911982010-03-14T12:52:00.000+08:002010-03-14T12:52:44.531+08:00

"Look at the ghost you've made of me."

lynnetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10470847507467314134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7333623207755281118.post-2258995608097622552010-03-14T06:38:00.000+08:002010-03-14T06:38:00.561+08:00

I whispered out"Sweetie, are you here with me?"The mirror crashed on the dresserand she began to scream“Bloody murderer! Let me rest in peace!When I was yours, you fled the scene.Now you can’t wash your hands of me.”

lynnetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10470847507467314134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7333623207755281118.post-73740538459181376542010-03-14T00:01:00.000+08:002010-03-14T00:07:15.704+08:00

; because you always say too much,but not enough.

lynnetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10470847507467314134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7333623207755281118.post-91576438167845645112010-03-13T23:00:00.000+08:002010-03-13T23:58:53.686+08:00

; because you enjoy jumping from one relationship to another.Good job, girl.

lynnetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10470847507467314134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7333623207755281118.post-76707812854337018482010-03-13T00:12:00.000+08:002010-03-13T00:12:00.610+08:00

; mais l'amour c'est l'amour.And I'm off to bed.

lynnetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10470847507467314134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7333623207755281118.post-51581763963382676722010-03-12T09:50:00.003+08:002010-03-12T09:50:00.301+08:00

Have you ever wondered about the things we tell ourselves before we fall asleep?We whisper the words in the dark,telling ourselves that we’re happy,or that he’s happy,that people will change their minds.We persuade ourselves that we can live without the people who have left.Each night before we fall asleep,we lie to ourselves in a desperate hope that come morning,it will all be true.

lynnetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10470847507467314134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7333623207755281118.post-40941067604430296102010-03-12T07:30:00.001+08:002010-03-12T09:21:52.026+08:00

; so, what do you think of us today?

lynnetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10470847507467314134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7333623207755281118.post-87849373915107829762010-03-09T14:29:00.000+08:002010-03-09T14:29:54.800+08:00

Can we just stop arguing?I.am.getting.really.fucking.tired.of.this.shit.

lynnetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10470847507467314134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7333623207755281118.post-60585705517127163462010-03-09T14:03:00.001+08:002010-03-09T14:31:05.542+08:00

So you sailed away into a grey sky morningNow I'm here to stayLove can be so boringNothing's quite the same nowI just say your name nowBut it's not so badYou're only the best I ever hadYou don't want me backYou're just the best I ever hadSo you stole my worldNow I'm just a phonyRemembering the girlLeaves me down and lonelySend it in a letterMake yourself feel betterBut it's not so badYou're only

lynnetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10470847507467314134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7333623207755281118.post-13756939059426245922010-03-09T00:00:00.003+08:002010-03-09T14:23:20.826+08:00

*this is a scheduled post14022009Today, I just want you to know thatI'm sorry for all the things I've done, all the things I doand all the things that I will do.I apologise for the damage, the pain, the tears;I'm sorry I've caused you nothing but sorrow.I want so badly to break the things that break youand along with that, fix the things that break me.I just want to know you,and you to know

lynnetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10470847507467314134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7333623207755281118.post-53547357870886380632010-03-08T23:22:00.003+08:002010-03-08T23:22:00.523+08:00

It kills me whenever I see you like that;it kills me to see you bleed.Profusely.

lynnetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10470847507467314134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7333623207755281118.post-66173270588267491972010-03-08T21:54:00.002+08:002010-03-09T14:25:39.050+08:00

"I looked at her and a voice inside me said,"we only see starlight because all the stars are bleeding."

lynnetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10470847507467314134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7333623207755281118.post-63634104943590968512010-03-08T10:30:00.000+08:002010-03-08T21:41:42.062+08:00

"Why you're so far awaywhen I'm still so close."

lynnetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10470847507467314134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7333623207755281118.post-10126636127426486152010-03-06T00:58:00.000+08:002010-03-06T00:58:00.569+08:00

"We all carry these things inside that no one else can see.They hold us down like anchors, they drown us out at sea."

lynnetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10470847507467314134noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7333623207755281118.post-8977851401380693202010-03-05T23:40:00.001+08:002010-03-20T00:32:50.129+08:00

One day I will find the words, and they will be simple.- John Kerouac

lynnetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10470847507467314134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7333623207755281118.post-55697268432717571932010-03-03T14:39:00.002+08:002010-03-03T14:46:31.896+08:00

Because I'm just too bored in campus. AND because I cannnnn! :DThe world's deadliest mushroom is the Amanita phalloides, the death cap. The five different poisons contained by the mushroom cause diarrhea and vomiting within 6 to 12 hours of ingestion. This is followed by damage to the liver, kidneys, and central nervous system - and, in the majority of cases, coma and death. The largest item on

lynnetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10470847507467314134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7333623207755281118.post-38796819920411503102010-03-03T12:37:00.004+08:002010-03-20T00:34:02.726+08:00

"Will you love me in December as you do in May,will you love me in the good old-fashioned way?When my hair has all turned gray,will you kiss me then and say,that you love me in December as you do in May?"- James Walker

lynnetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10470847507467314134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7333623207755281118.post-76356876535855712842010-03-02T21:55:00.002+08:002010-03-03T12:39:39.508+08:00

"For it was not into my ears you whispered,but into my heart.It was not my lips you kissed,but my soul."

lynnetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10470847507467314134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7333623207755281118.post-27979144428128176592010-02-28T22:55:00.000+08:002010-02-28T22:55:00.256+08:00

So, I've been wondering, who's your heart beating for?

lynnetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10470847507467314134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7333623207755281118.post-81384118952150655842010-02-28T21:33:00.000+08:002010-02-28T21:33:52.699+08:00

Hi Nell, I have not an effing idea the chances of you seeing this but whatever it is, I will still dedicate this post to you. :DHappy 20th birthday and may you have more to come! :)I will still love you no matter how crazy you are. ;)

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