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Sunday, June 13, 2010

there's so much craziness, surrounding me,
there's so much going on, it gets hard to breathe.
when all my faith has gone, you bring it back to me.
you make it real for me .
when I'm not sure of, my priorities,
when I've lost site of, where I'm meant to be,
like holy water, washing over me.
you make it real for me.
and I'm running to you baby,
you are the only one who saved me.
that's why I've been missing you lately,
cause you make it real for me.
when my head is strong, but my heart is weak,
i'm full of arrogance, and uncertainty,
but I can find the words, you teach my heart to speak,
you make it real for me.

-james morrison. (you make it real.)


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Friday, June 11, 2010

totally forgot to update this space. been so busy, with work and meeting up with friends, trying to please everyone, that i've completely neglected this blog of mine. anyways, work has been good. its been taking up alot of my days, but i find myself looking forward to see aiman each day. hehe. its been so ages since i've had a crush, i think the last time i had a huge crush on someone was well bakar? hahaha.
i feel all 16 year old again. everytime he talks to me, i cant help not taking the chance to just stare at him. i think i can stare at him the whole day and not do anything else. hahahahaha!. HAIS.
okay, before this my blog turns into some secondary school teenage girl, experiencing her first few trials at falling in love, i think i'd better stop ranting about aiman.
i'm in a dilemma. i dont know if i should spend $380 on a kate spade bag, ive been saving for quite some time, or use that lot of money to buy a whole bunch of other stuffs.
ah. the daily tribulations of a twenty year old. heh.
tc to all.


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