tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38014351164236213442012-01-29T21:49:13.924+08:00YukiAngelittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04982937306172225783noreply@blogger.comBlogger3571100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801435116423621344.post-9957903185592496612012-01-29T21:49:00.000+08:002012-01-29T21:49:13.965+08:00Up until this age, I still question myself, why the fuck was I even given birth to when in the first place I'm such a failure to you.<div>I'm so sick of everyone putting me down. Almost all the time I feel like my friends are my family and my family are my friends. Why is it so fucking hard for my mother to just say it to my face about how fucking disgusted she is at my face and stop fucking lying like I actually matter to her any more. If she could choose that guy over me, I bet she would. You want to know why? Well that's because from the beginning when I was first born she already wanted to give me away. Get rid of me and never see me again.</div><div>Who am I kidding? I'm a fucking burden to everyone. I truly am. I'm a sad ass bum who doesn't know any good who can't do any good who is a waste of time. I think I know the reason why I have such low self esteem, its because every single fucking day people remind me of how low I am and how I'm such a failure in life. No one ever tells me what I'm good at no one reminds me of the good things in life. NO ONE.</div><div>I've stoop so low that I never imagined I could go to. Well guess what? Now I'm going to start to believe all the things you tell me and if I ever hit rock bottom, you can't fucking blame me because you tell me what you want me to hear everyday. I'm really not going to care any more.</div><div>I mean really, I love you mother but you give me no respect to earn respect from me. I try to respect you and I know I've made a lot of wrongs with you but believe me I'm trying hard but you're not making this easy. You never have from the day I was born.</div><div>You tell me not to drink, not to smoke not have sex when I'm no married but look at the situation now? You smoke, you drink and I'm sure I came from an unmarried woman.</div><div>I might have learnt the hard way of believing that drugs are bad for you but do you think I'd still have the same believe after looking at our current situation?</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801435116423621344-995790318559249661?l=absolut-liebe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YukiAngelittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04982937306172225783noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801435116423621344.post-78080524734087966262012-01-17T23:58:00.000+08:002012-01-17T23:58:00.237+08:00Had the second IVP match tonight and RP lost 4 - 1 to NYP.<br />Stayed to watch guys game after and proud to say RP did very well 8 -1 against SIM.<br />I played like shit today so nothing much on my part.<br />Took the bus back with the guys and guess what I got kicked in the wrist by Afiq RP all because he couldn't take a joke.<br />The embarrassment, the shock, the humiliation and the betrayal.<br />Well, my wrist slightly hurts in rotation but I guess its like an aftershock thing. I don't know how I'm &nbsp;going to face the embarrassment. I just wanna hide in a hole. I don't know how to face Amir Afiq.<br />I have never felt so hurt and disappointed in a long time and this just is another shit day. Because of people like that I learn to hate guys because they have no respect for woman.<br />Gods biggest mistake was to bring me into this world. I seriously think so. I'm good for nothing. I'm not academically smart, I'm not an athlete and I'm not a good person or a daughter. I always mess everything up. I'm a disgrace, I'm a let down and a disgrace to my family and myself.<br />Now I don't know what I'm living for because nothing I seem to do is right at all.<br />Every decision I've &nbsp;made this far has been a mistake. Enough about me.<br /><br />I'm just really proud to have Amir Afiq as a friend and I'm just proud that he made all those goals today. He has always been there to make me feel part of something. To make me feel like I'm good at what I'm doing and to make me feel accepted. Thanks babe, for being a good friend to me tonight. I really needed you and you were there.<br />'<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801435116423621344-7808052473408796626?l=absolut-liebe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YukiAngelittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04982937306172225783noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801435116423621344.post-14780341167924813582012-01-06T23:53:00.000+08:002012-01-06T23:53:52.601+08:00I am physically and mentally tired but I felt that I just had to write about this.<br />So I cam home just now and my mother was telling me about the things my brother told her.<br />Apparently I recently changed the layout of Facebook and this new layout has a cover picture that is right as the top of the page. So I decided to make one of the tumblr picture as my cover picture.<br />This picture however, had nudity but I see it as a form of art. Its nudity was part of a woman's&nbsp;bosoms.<br />So my brother told my mother that and made noise about how I posted such things and how he wants the picture taken down.<br />Another thing was about some picture of a guy and girl kissing. However, I don't remember having any picture of a guy and girl kissing. That was the weird thing. This would mean my brother does stalk my Facebook from time to time.<br />But the thing that pisses me off the most is that although I'm 18 and legal, I still don't have the freedom to express and to have the freedom to do my own things and not be watched. I feel like even though its my Facebook and my Twitter account, I don't have the freedom to say what I like and do what I like. I have to be so cautious with what I say and do and that is what bugs me the most. I mean just leave my things alone. Its my website so I get to do what I want to do.<br />Sometimes I just can't wait for my brother to leave for Australia, cause then I could probably have a little more freedom to do these things. I don't know if his girlfriend was the one that gives out all these information. I'm just so annoyed by this. Its like I'm still a child and I don't know what how to take care of myself.<br />Anyway, from feeling like eating, I felt like not eating after that. My mood was ruined.<br />So basically I haven't had anything the whole day.<br />Going to help out with the open house tomorrow so I'll be meeting abs early in the morning to have a heavy breakfast.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801435116423621344-1478034116792481358?l=absolut-liebe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YukiAngelittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04982937306172225783noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801435116423621344.post-10080253794876564152011-11-25T23:34:00.000+08:002011-11-25T23:34:21.358+08:00<span style="font-family: Harrington;">I really don't want to do this anymore. Trying my hardest to please you but you're never satisfied. </span><br /><span style="font-family: Harrington;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family: Harrington;">I'm done trying to be that perfect little daughter. I'm done pretending that you were ever good to me.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Harrington;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family: Harrington;">You verbally and psychologically abused me and you expect me to sit there like a fucking dog and take it all in. I'm done.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Harrington;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family: Harrington;">You never treated me like you actually cared. Half that time it was all just bloody words. In fact half the time you never even keep your words or your promises. I can list you a few here but you know what, I'll save you the embarrassment. I'm so sick and tired of being judge of my psychological thinking and my actions. What I think isn't always what I say because you know what? I NEVER get to say how I feel and what I think because there you go, someone always cuts me off just like how you cut me off tonight.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Harrington;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family: Harrington;">I'm so done, when I shut the hell up and don’t say anything you think it suddenly alright to put more words into my mouth and add on to your speech about how much of a loser I am and how much you think I'm a disappointment to you? If I ever was all that to you, I'm really just so fucking sorry because you know what? I didn't want to be a fucking loser who just had to go through the first 15years bullshit life of hers.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Harrington;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family: Harrington;">I might regret everything that I said here by tomorrow or some shit but really, this really got me through the night. All this blogging about how fucked up everything really is. Probably after this I have to go back to my therapist and talk to him about this fucking ridiculous quarrel that we had and how you begged me to just fucking shut up.</span><span style="font-family: Harrington;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family: Harrington;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family: Harrington;">Probably the reason why you asked me to shut up in the first place is because I'm fucking right. Of course I am everything I said made sense.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Harrington;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family: Harrington;">Thanks and bye.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801435116423621344-1008025379487656415?l=absolut-liebe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YukiAngelittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04982937306172225783noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801435116423621344.post-29279743299999867062011-09-11T18:17:00.003+08:002011-09-11T18:17:59.123+08:00<p class="formspringmeAnswer">Nisa Rusli, Caroline Brondbo, Ashnee Poopathy, Stephanie, Mariel.</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://www.formspring.me/YUKIangelitto?utm_medium=social&utm_source=blogger&utm_campaign=shareanswer">Ask me anything</a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801435116423621344-2927974329999986706?l=absolut-liebe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YukiAngelittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04982937306172225783noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801435116423621344.post-49393514218348971562011-09-11T18:17:00.001+08:002011-09-11T18:17:19.138+08:00<p class="formspringmeAnswer">OMG, I FUCKING SAY IT EVERY SINGLE FUCKING OPPORTUNITY I GET. Haha, a lot.</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://www.formspring.me/YUKIangelitto?utm_medium=social&utm_source=blogger&utm_campaign=shareanswer">Ask me anything</a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801435116423621344-4939351421834897156?l=absolut-liebe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YukiAngelittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04982937306172225783noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801435116423621344.post-86266685141967321602011-09-11T18:16:00.001+08:002011-09-11T18:16:33.512+08:00<p class="formspringmeAnswer">I would choose to die young because then, I'd have lesser sins to bare with after death. And I don't want to live forever because then i'd have to see the ones I love come and go and I hate that.</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://www.formspring.me/YUKIangelitto?utm_medium=social&utm_source=blogger&utm_campaign=shareanswer">Ask me anything</a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801435116423621344-8626668514196732160?l=absolut-liebe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YukiAngelittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04982937306172225783noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801435116423621344.post-86553656484296240012011-09-09T00:53:00.002+08:002011-09-09T00:53:55.992+08:00<div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Harrington;">Hi. So here I am FINALLY AND OFFICIALLY done with UT4 Mathematics.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Harrington;">And hohoho, guess who I bumped into if it isn’t Siffy boy and Ahmad of course.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Harrington;">Apparently they missed their Mathematics UT3 too, but they didn’t overslept it’s just that they couldn’t get to RP on time. They trained to Bishan and then tried to get a cab but that plan failed because they waited for a cab nearly for nearly 45minutes. Hah, but it was really funny when I first stepped into class today.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Harrington;">I thought as I passed by I saw Siffy boy but when I stepped into class I saw Ahmad and the first thing I said, “OMG, Are you serious? Seriously guys?” and they both laughed. Such buddies you know. But it was epic la, so nice to see them again though. Don’t usually bump into them in school.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Harrington;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Harrington;">Anyways, today is the first day I actually get a break after 3 days of intensive training. My body is all sore and exhausted but I’ll get a longer rest for the next few days. But I kind of miss having something to do. So anyways, after I got home today, I was watching my Filipino Drama, Tayong Dalawa. Woahh, I really wish I had Cable vision so at least I can hear them speak Tagalog while I read subtitles and learn Tagalog at the same time. After that I used the laptop and sang some songs on the guitar. And then suddenly my Dev asked if I was and is able to help out with her Dads birthday surprise. So I helped them decorate and surprise her dad. So yes, today I suddenly became fat again because of the cake and stuff. Tomorrow I shall exercise and do Pilates. I think I need to get back on pills too, I gained 2 kg. I can’t afford to gain weight again.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Harrington;">Okay guys, I’m listening to Misteri Jam 12 now, so GOODNIGHTZZ.. xoxo<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801435116423621344-8655365648429624001?l=absolut-liebe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YukiAngelittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04982937306172225783noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801435116423621344.post-47190772393868213082011-09-06T01:02:00.002+08:002011-09-06T01:02:43.043+08:00<div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Harrington;">Hi.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Harrington;">So here I am again, somehow this time I think things are better.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Harrington;">So I’m still on holidays now and I woke up at about 10-ish today? Woahh it felt good. Then I think I probably like played guitar for a little bit and then showered.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Harrington;">By the time it was 2pm, I was ready and all set to watch Tayong Dalawa. Hmm, I am really following the show. After days of missing it, I just couldn’t miss another one.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Harrington;">So after watching it on television and in English, I went on YouTube to watch it but in Tagalog. Yes guys, I went online and watched it, I could understand some of the things they are saying but definitely not everything. I was crying my eyes out when David Garcia died, like somehow I know that it’s not possible that he died because sometime later in the show, he was still around because I saw a small part of when Dave was arguing with his mom and David Garcia was still well and alive.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Harrington;">Anyway, okay enough with the Filipino drama series already; I’m supposed to be blogging about my life here. So anyways, today when I woke up I saw the bunch of long whatsapp messages that Jazli sent me. OMG it was insane. Apparently he’s been sending me shit all night it’s just that I fell asleep. Caroline did the deed. She deleted him off of my Facebook.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Harrington;">Like she promised, I wouldn’t see it coming and I didn’t.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Harrington;">He like totally flipped but somehow I managed to convince him that Caroline did it with the best intentions and that this was a way to help me move on with what’s important in my life right now. And so, he believed.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Harrington;">I went off for RP training at about 4-ish and training starts at about 5-ish? Anyways, I wasn’t late obviously. But training did start late with ONLY 6 people. Yes guys, 6 people. But we still had a blast, but man was it exhausting. My body is aching now and I don’t know why. Jamie seemed to enjoy himself today. So anyways, I though training was Mon, Wed and Thurs for RP and Tues is for Skools training but apparently it isn’t that way. Today RP had court training, TOMORROW, RP has Physical Training and tomorrow I also have Skools court training. My fucking god, I am so tired. I swear I could just die. And not say tomorrow’s PT will be easy you know, it’s khalique’s PT. My god. Pray that I survive okay. So here’s the plan. Tomorrow I’ll get at 9 to shower and wash my jerseys and hang. At around 10-ish I’ll leave for training and try to be back before 2pm to watch my Tayong Dalawa and then get ready again and leave home at about 5-ish. Yes people, my life is this hectic.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Harrington;">After training today, passed Haikal my things and then went to eat with the rest at banquet. After that I left my friends to meet Haikal and we just hung out and talked. Told him about my shit “relationships” and he told me about his. Things felt right because I knew I could say anything and everything to him and I knew he understood me. And now, I’m in bed listening to Misteri Jam 12 and feeling slightly more relieved. I’ve got to go to bed soon now, got to get up early tomorrow and do Physical Training. Just the thought of it makes me tired. <span>&nbsp;</span><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801435116423621344-4719077239386821308?l=absolut-liebe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YukiAngelittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04982937306172225783noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801435116423621344.post-28102654857741813012011-08-27T00:31:00.000+08:002011-08-27T00:31:43.628+08:00<br /><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Harrington;">Hi.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Harrington;">Okay, I had no inspiration whatsoever to write anything at first though I felt like I had to update something on my blog. Until now, that is.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Harrington;">Thanks to my inspiration and idea, Mr. Cute/ Hot/ Smexy/ Attractive guy.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Harrington;">Okay so for starters I’m going to talk about my boring day.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Harrington;">So today, I missed my UT3. Yes my final paper for Mathematics this Semester. Crazy right? I totally overslept and then I realise it was impossible for me to get to school in 10 minutes when I’m not even dressed. I suck, I really do. I studied somewhat for Math and I couldn’t get to UT3 on time. I’ve been having very irregular sleep habits. It’s really bad I tell you. Anyhow, I went to the doctors just now with mom after meeting her to breakfast together. The doctor’s fee was $40 bucks. I feel damn bad that I made mom spend that much just for me to get MC for school UT3 so that maybe I have the chance to sit for UT4 if the school thinks I really need it. Or else it’s solely based on my UT1 and UT2. I’m not settled with just a B grade for both my past papers. However, apart from my MC, at least I got to find out why I’ve been getting so much bad migraines lately. Apparently, it’s due to stress and what not and my cough? I just have to avoid chocolate, bananas and tea. Weird eh? Tea. I always though tea was good.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Harrington;">Apart from that, I think I’m over the whole C.W.J thing. I’m done with the whole infatuation thing. I shall move on and not let things like that clog up my thoughts anymore. Anyways, new Semester means new friends right? Means start fresh. MANNNNN, this is just sad. No Misteri Jam 12, rubbish much? <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Harrington;">Okay okay, since that cute boy wants to read my blog, this goes out to you. Here is goes people. Mr. Cute RANDOMLY asked me out which was a shock! Totally didn’t see that coming. I’m still recovering from shock now :) Never expected that anyone would ever ask me out and I’m still asking myself if it’s a joke or if someone hacked into his account to make a fool out of me or if I’m just dreaming and I haven’t woke up yet. Should I be excited or have a nervous breakdown? Hahaha, okay, enough. To dramatic.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Harrington;">AND OHHHH, I’m going to Malaysia tomorrow. I’m going to cut my hair reallllllyyyyy short. I hope I don’t look like a guy and I hope my hair turns out well. I want to look good. I wonder if Afiq (Mr. Cute) would still go out with me even after my short hair. I have a few in mind.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Harrington;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SQXfD2WHugk/TlfHPwkzd5I/AAAAAAAABLU/sZeklJAbwhg/s1600/Frankie-Sandford-Bob.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SQXfD2WHugk/TlfHPwkzd5I/AAAAAAAABLU/sZeklJAbwhg/s320/Frankie-Sandford-Bob.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TQVhaWtf2rU/TlfJSXZIGBI/AAAAAAAABLg/wHsAO1vOMlw/s1600/IMG00065-20110824-1333.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TQVhaWtf2rU/TlfJSXZIGBI/AAAAAAAABLg/wHsAO1vOMlw/s200/IMG00065-20110824-1333.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Jq5rsr7pt3I/TlfIgR_s7qI/AAAAAAAABLc/b5XsbbMO1mQ/s1600/12907.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Jq5rsr7pt3I/TlfIgR_s7qI/AAAAAAAABLc/b5XsbbMO1mQ/s200/12907.jpg" width="133" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XnT0BfC26Uo/TlfJ8lxoBBI/AAAAAAAABLk/TSEstBk3agg/s1600/3b.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="195" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XnT0BfC26Uo/TlfJ8lxoBBI/AAAAAAAABLk/TSEstBk3agg/s200/3b.png" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l2jroOVS0YQ/TlfHsT-y3UI/AAAAAAAABLY/akAtIRNBRJk/s1600/2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="180" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l2jroOVS0YQ/TlfHsT-y3UI/AAAAAAAABLY/akAtIRNBRJk/s200/2.png" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Harrington;"></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Harrington;">Okay those few are what I’ve chosen. I hope the stylist makes a good choice for mehhhh : /<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Harrington;">Until then, toodles.</span></div><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801435116423621344-2810265485774181301?l=absolut-liebe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YukiAngelittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04982937306172225783noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801435116423621344.post-36188290331906997372011-08-19T02:58:00.002+08:002011-08-19T02:58:26.319+08:00<br /><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Harrington;">Hokayy. Hi.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Harrington;">So, tonight hasn’t really gone the way I planned it to be.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Harrington;">After just stoning and looking at Twitter and browsing through Facebook I feel so alone.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Harrington;">And so I decided to update my status to, “Feels Lonely Tonight”.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Harrington;">Random but it makes sense doesn’t it? I guess it’s just like one of my lonely nights again where I reminisce about the old times again.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Harrington;">Now when I think about it, my life was more alive than it is today. I feel so dead, so dull and so empty.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Harrington;">On some days, I actually feel really happy being alone and want to be alone but when it’s my downfall, it’s really my downfall.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Harrington;">Have I lost all belief in love and happiness when it comes? Do I like the silence and the loneliness? It’s been a hard day watching the awkwardness and trying to fit in comfortably without being a complete and utter wall.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Harrington;">It’s been a hard day watching all the small touching and the happiness in both your eyes while I’m just there watching and pretending like I’m happy when at the back of these eyes I’m crying.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Harrington;">Asking myself if I lack anything that she has and I don’t.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Harrington;">Times with you had been one of the greatest times in my life. I felt myself with you but now that you’re like a million miles away even though you’re so near, I feel like I need to let that part of me go. That part of happiness. Just so I could see you happy and that we could still have a chance to be friends again.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Harrington;">I see the small glances, the awkward and guilty looks but I try to act like it doesn’t matter but deep inside it hurts me.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Harrington;">Its times like these I miss my old friends. When friends are really what they are. Even when you’re separated from another for years and haven’t talk in a long time and suddenly you made contact again and everything is like it’s never changed at all. When friends remember all the good times we’ve had instead of you.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Harrington;">Its things like that I’m thankful for but it’s also things like that that I miss and wish that I could feel again.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Harrington;">Tonight feels lonely.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Harrington;">How I wish I could escape to those wonderful times just for the night.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Harrington;">And if I do, I would say the things that I should have said back then. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Harrington;">Tonight, its empty.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801435116423621344-3618829033190699737?l=absolut-liebe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YukiAngelittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04982937306172225783noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801435116423621344.post-71055142672572655992011-07-09T23:22:00.000+08:002011-07-09T23:22:26.427+08:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">So much has happened in these past few weeks.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I've had bad times and I've had good times.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">So lets start with family. My mom has moved out of the house and so now I'm here in Woodlands sleeping over. I've been here since Thursday.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Things are good so far though things here aren't exactly perfect.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I've been travelling back and forth from Pasir Ris to Woodlands. I try to keep my mother company here so that she doesn't feel so lonely.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">What struck me is when my aunt asked me, "Are you no longer happy here?". I felt so guilty.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I feel like I abandoned her. What am I to do? Its so hard to keep this up. I love them both so dearly.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Anyway apart from that, school is doing alright.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">However, the lazy sickness is starting to kick in. I'm starting to feel like not going to school is alright.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">But no, it will affect my studies. Its pretty exhausting actually.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Just when the public thinks that Republic Polytechnic students don't do shit in school and that they think we are a waste of time in the society.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">We do actually work very hard everyday. We do actually think a whole lot everyday.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">With tonnes of presentations and researching to do everyday, it can get pretty exhausting.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The league ended, and now I can focus better on RP Floorball.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">As much as I;m not that comfortable with the play, I have to try to adapt to it.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I've thoughts running through my head for the future of the Floorball team.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I have plans of what the future RP Floorball will be like.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I hope that if I'm captain material, I would be one in the future for the RP Floorball.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I think I would be able to make changes and make sure that things are run smoothly and that all girls improve a whole lot. I'll make us go against club players to push our boundaries.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Anyways, that's just my plans. Nothings for sure.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Okay so now the real question, WHAT'S UP WITH MY LIFE MAN?</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Well, things have been going pretty well.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I've had a rough week, I've been feeling kinda left out this past few weeks.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I've been meaning to tell someone but I don't think I can talk to anyone.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Actually these days I feel alone and isolated. I feel forgotten like no one has time anymore.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Well I do have something that's been bugging my thoughts. Its, CWJ.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I notice the few second looks that he gives me when I'm doing work and when I'm pretending like I don't notice.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Aiyahh, don't expect things yuki. JUST DON'T.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801435116423621344-7105514267257265599?l=absolut-liebe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YukiAngelittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04982937306172225783noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801435116423621344.post-30703870131160727502011-06-08T01:58:00.000+08:002011-06-08T01:58:46.200+08:00How did something good suddenly turn into something bad so quickly?<br />How one moment I was fine and the nest I was yelling at the top of my lungs?<br />Am I suppose to blame myself for everything that is going around? To tell you the truth, I'm so confused that I don't know whose side I'm suppose to be on.<br />Its like a tug of war.<br />I wish I knew what I'm suppose to do. I blame you for the situations that we're in right now.<br />I blame you for the friction in the house. So much for your harmony in the house.<br />I still haven't forgotten about the way you apologized for shouting at me. You don't know how much it hurts to get blamed for EVERYTHING that goes wrong.<br />How long till your surrender?<br />Because of you, I have to chose if I want to move out or not. Its because of you, I have to decide. Its because of you I have to live a split life. Its because of your stupid tantrums my life gets harder.<br />How more selfish can all of you be? How much harder do you want my life to be?<br />Its times like this I wish I had someone who could listen and understand me. Its times like this I know its no point tell my friends my situation. Its things like this I know my bestfriend wouldn't understand and &nbsp;care.<br />I told her about my situation just now and she didn't say anything at all.<br />Its times like this I question if I have friends at all.<br />I don't know if I should care anymore because most of the things that I've build up in my life is for the people around me.<br /><br />My aunt(Z) isn't talking to me, because I refused to give up my piercing.<br />When she had an accident, I texted her to catch up on how she was and she didn't respond to my text message.<br />I defended her on a public forum.<br />I thought she was busy and needed a few days to respond. Nearly 2 weeks and she still hasn't responded.<br />Have I been scrapped from your life? Has my one little piercing made you scrap me out of your life?<br />Is that all that I am to everyone important in my life because it seems like I'm invisible to everybody and everybody just doesn't give a crap about how I feel.<br /><br />My mother, she thinks I don't care about trying to help her save her money. She thinks I'm a selfish child who spends money like she's a bank. But tell me, who is the one who spends $400 alone and tells her child she's trying to save. When I have money, have I ever asked you for money? No. I don't think so. You give my brother allowances and me? What happened to your promised OT money? Where has it gone to?<br />And you tell me I have never put a thought on my spending to help you save up? I have never asked you for extra allowances though I know I need more. I would skip my meals in school just so I have enough for the week. You wanted to slap me last night, that is just how much you care about me for standing up for you. Really, that's how much you actually care. You told aunt(N) how you wanted to leave me here so bad because you couldn't stand me. Do you know how much that hurt?<br /><br />Brother, I know you're wiser than me and I know I'm a whiny and selfish ungrateful child but I have listened to all the ruckus at home while you're away doing your thing. I've gotten blamed for all my life. I've been dumped around. I've been through all the shifting and adjusting. I've been called stupid, ungrateful, bastard, selfish, whiny, fat, no future, tantrum child, rude and foul mouth. I respect you and all your wise words that I've listened to but I don't know how much more of this I can take. I don't know is I'm going to make out of this alive. I'm suffocating and gasping for air so bad that I just want to burst.<br /><br />To all of you, my family, do you know how much its hurts to know you're not wanted in the family? Do you know how much it hurts to know that you're as good as trash in the family? Do you know how much it hurts to be praised and praised to the highest for your good qualities but then dropped after being lifted so high? I really don't know what you expect of me and I don't know what I'm suppose to do because nothing I do seems good enough for anyone. I'm on the verge of giving up on everything I believe in. On the verge of giving up whats in my hearts of hearts.<br /><br /><br /><b><i></i></b><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><i><b><i><span style="color: black; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-SG;">"</span></i></b><b><i><span style="color: #4c4c4c; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-SG;">When you were standing in the wake of devastation&nbsp;</span></i></b><span style="color: black; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-SG;"><o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><b><i> <div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><i><span style="color: #4c4c4c; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-SG;">when you were waiting on the edge of the unknown<br />with the cataclysm raining down, insides crying save me now<br />you were there and possibly alone.</span></i></b><span style="color: #4c4c4c; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-SG;">&nbsp;</span><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-SG;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><i><span style="color: #4c4c4c; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-SG;">And in the burst of light that blinded every angel&nbsp;</span></i></b><span style="color: black; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-SG;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><i><span style="color: #4c4c4c; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;; font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-SG;">as if the sky had blown the heavens into stars<br />you felt the gravity of temper grace falling into empty space<br />no one there to catch you in their arms<br /><br />Do you feel cold and lost in desperation<br />you build up hope, but failure's all you've known<br />remember all the sadness and frustration<br />and let it go, let it go."</span></i></b><span style="color: #4c4c4c; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;; font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-SG;">&nbsp;</span><o:p></o:p></div></i></b><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801435116423621344-3070387013116072750?l=absolut-liebe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YukiAngelittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04982937306172225783noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801435116423621344.post-48613926794330004412011-06-03T02:41:00.000+08:002011-06-03T02:41:52.514+08:00So its the holidays for RP students now. A week of holidays at least.<br />School has been great, really exhausting but great.<br />I've got a $75 fine for getting caught smoking at the staircase. Well I wasn't really caught.<br />I managed to run away from the security but I guess they got me on camera.<br />Sons of bitches these people, they really don't have a life.<br />Anyways, CWJ got caught along with me but that was because I accidentally tripped him.<br />Well he tripped over my leg.<br />I still do feel bad actually, he has a really bad bruise now and he got fined too.<br />Anyways, going away for the weekend to camp at Gunung Ledang with the Family so I'll be missing this weeks game. Wish all the girls good luck though, I know they'll do great.<br />Will be back in Singapore on Sunday :)<br />I swear during this holiday, it won't seem like a holiday today.<br />Today I'll be leaving for the camping trip until Sunday evening of even Monday morning.<br />On Monday, I might have Physical Training and on Wednesday, I have Skools court training.<br />Thursday morning, I have RP floorball camp until Saturday morning.<br />On the Saturday itself, I have game at 3pm. So my rest days are pretty much on Tuesday and Sunday.<br />By Monday, the vicious cycle begins.<br />I swear I really don't have a life and its definitely a fact and its no wonder I don't have time for a relationship.<br />BUT, I have a doubt now but I don't want to jump to conclusion.<br /><br />Okay so this boy, he's been pretty weird lately.<br />I mean, he pretty much sacrificed a lot of things for me that got him into a sticky situation.<br />I've caught him giving me looks a couple of dozen times.<br />He's done nice things for me but still trying to act cool while doing so.<br />He's been talking to me a lot, making small conversations but I still do give him the normal reaction that I normally do.<br />I've teased him of missing me while I'm gone in a joking way and he's tried to pretend like he didn't care but still showing that he cared.<br />So what do you think is going on?<br />I mean he's not exactly good looking but he definitely is nice.<br />I don't want to jump to conclusions anymore and get myself hurt in the end but so far, no luck with girls.<br />And ohh, so far we've talked a lot to each other today, even texted.<br />I'm quite bothered actually because I keep thinking if I'm just the one who's over thinking but the thing is, one the last day of school, we were playing a game and I was trying to make sure that a friend doesn't cheat and placed my legs on top of his leg and I noticed a couple of times that we looked down to see what I was doing.<br />I don't know if it was expression of jealousy but at the same time, I felt like he neglected me a little but still didn't want to stay away as much. I hate this feeling of making guesses.<br />I'll just wait for things to happen the way its going to happen.<br /><br />Anyways, I hope that i'll have a blast this weekend and I hope that nothing bad happens to me this time.<br />I hope that I don't see anything. Wish me luck :)<br />Will blog when I get back ;)<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/hVsuYgOpruQ" width="400"></iframe><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801435116423621344-4861392679433000441?l=absolut-liebe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YukiAngelittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04982937306172225783noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801435116423621344.post-68598653232774229102011-05-29T00:51:00.000+08:002011-05-29T00:51:45.160+08:00Its been ages since I last updated.<br />Boy has it been so hectic for me. I miss having a life.<br />These days, almost everything revolves around Floorball.<br />Monday, Wednesday, Thursday, Saturday. Four time a week, sometimes Five.<br />Even during these June hols, I'll be damn pack.<br />The fun thing is that I'll be having camps and stuff.<br />Its just been two weeks of my hectic schedule and I'm already sick.<br />I think partially its because of the weather. The weather has been really bad recently.<br /><br />Apart from all that, I'm so happy for today's game.<br />I'M OVERJOYED AND PROUD ACTUALLY.<br />We went against one of the very strong teams today, Albatross.<br />We never expected the score line today. We lost only 3-2 against Albatross.<br />They were complacent and we were just a threat.<br />They thought that we were a threat and had to put in Jill Quek.<br />Even after putting her in, they still couldn't break down our wall. That was how tight we were today.<br />We might have had our not so great moments but we sure showed them that we aren't to be messed around with.<br />WE KICK ASS TODAY! And I felt like I played well today, so bonus. I feel good about myself.<br />I'm so proud to be a SKOOLS Youth :) We're awesome like that :)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801435116423621344-6859865323277422910?l=absolut-liebe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YukiAngelittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04982937306172225783noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801435116423621344.post-76721055295446553062011-05-16T17:01:00.000+08:002011-05-16T17:01:21.357+08:00Okay, so I'm here just waiting for the rest of the girl.<br />I have RP Physical Training(PT) today. Oh god! Ikr?! I'm soo tired.<br />I think I'm going to fall sick soon if this goes on.<br />I'm not too sure about tomorrow's class outing yet. I mean it'll be fun but I'm still not to sure yet.<br />Drinks, sheesha and movies? Hmm, sounds good.<br />Should I rest of go for the outing. My shin splint hasn't totally recovered yet.<br />Of course it hasn't recovered. I've got to be kidding with myself.<br />It takes over a month to recover but my shin splint isn't as bad as Aytie's thought so, nothing to worry about la haaaa? LOL. Kay, I know this is serious shit. Over a period of time it will be very bad for me.<br />For now, lets just keep it on a down low.<br />Saturday game was awesome. I mean of course we lost but losing to OWLs by 8 is not too bad.<br />We put up a good fight. Had a lot of fun with the girls.<br />We were a team and we helped each other in so many ways.<br />I love my new team now, so much more commitments and discipline. This is was I like.<br />I mean of course I love my old Pasirian girls equally.<br />Although of course there are a lot more mixture in the group in terms of race, but I feel like I belong there.<br />And I've been improving instead of staying stagnant. I want to be better.<br />I want to push my limits and go as far as I can.<br />With great guidance in Skools, I know I can do it. Of course there are doubts in my head of how far I can do with Floorball.<br />Of course my parents forbid me from going ahead with Floorball although my results are perfectly fine.<br />Anyways, I think I have to go now and get ready for training. The girls should be here soon.<br />So I guess time to suit/gear up?<br />Lat but not least, I HOPE PHYSICAL TRAINING DOESN'T KILL ME TODAY!<br />AND OH, NOTE TO MYSELF, NO FAST FOOD TODAY.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801435116423621344-7672105529544655306?l=absolut-liebe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YukiAngelittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04982937306172225783noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801435116423621344.post-53517198628078044702011-05-14T23:57:00.000+08:002011-05-14T23:57:10.133+08:00OMG, its been like a month since I've last posted anything on my blog.<br />I'm so sorry dearest blog. I've been really busy with school and floorball.<br />I'm in the midst of league now and in the midst of school trainings to play for pol-ite.<br />Need to secure my spot :)<br />So yes, life in RP has been quite alright. Its just exhausting.<br />I've been trying to juggle school and RP floorball and Skools floorball.<br />Omg, I've been so tired. I don't know how long I can tahan.<br />But yeah I guess I have to try my best?<br />RP trainings are on Monday(PT), Wednesday(Court), Thursday(PT).<br />Skools Trainings are on Mondays(PT), Wednesday(Court), Friday(Court MAYBE)<br />And league is on the weekends. OMG, I DONT KNOW HOW TO MAKE IT.<br />I SWEAR I WILL DIE.<br />You can do it Yuki! I shall kick ass. I shall be superwoman.<br /><br />Well well, I've finally came out to like some friends about being bisexual.<br />I have an eye candy now though :) But I doubt she has anything for me.<br />BUT OMG, SHE'S SOOO HANDSOME LA.<br />Ohhhh, if only.<br />AHHHHH FUCK, I really wanna tell grandmother story now but I really need to sleep.<br />So I guess, I gotta go now. Goodnight, love.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801435116423621344-5351719862807804470?l=absolut-liebe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YukiAngelittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04982937306172225783noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801435116423621344.post-21185370634250972182011-04-12T02:02:00.000+08:002011-04-12T02:02:18.663+08:00So today went alright. I had Physical Training(PT).<br />I got home and somehow I knew I was going to be sad tonight.<br />Somehow I felt like I was going to have these feelings tonight.<br />Rachael's planning to study in UK and that means she's leaving.<br />I know we're suppose to be just friends and all, but there's just feelings to be dealt with you know?<br />My heart is heavy tonight, it feels like its going to burst anytime soon.<br />Well to be more precise, I feel like I'm going to burst out crying soon.<br /><br />Surprisingly, Syida came to talk to me tonight.<br />She felt like I would understand and I did understand. I understood a whole lot because that was how I felt too.<br />Like how I've mentioned this before, sometimes the people you least expect would understand you are the ones who really do.<br />She feels exactly the way I feel. Imperfect. Over shadowed. Ugly. Never good enough. Invisible.<br />Those are the words I use ever so often on myself.<br />Those are the words that kills me every time. But what kills me most now are friends.<br />Where are they? Where are the people that I call friends? Where are the "friends" that I stood &nbsp;by through thick and thin? Where are the "friends" I put first before everything else?<br />These days I feel empty, I feel lonely.<br />I feel friendless. I feel unnoticed. I feel invisible. I feel unloved.<br />I feel like an empty space.<br />But I don't want to be someone I'm not. I don't want to die hard trying to be somebody I'm not.<br />I don't want to be fake. I want to be me.<br />But whatever I do, nobody seems to notice. No one notices me.<br />People like me for the wrong reasons, people look at me for the wrong reasons.<br />I feel used most of the times.<br />I just wish I was more excepted.<br /><br />Sometimes its times like these I wish I had a Dad.<br />I wish I had a Dad to talk to. I wish that Dad was here.<br />So that I could tell me about my day. I could tell him about so may things.<br />If Litto came back, IF he did, I'd tell him so many things.<br />I'd tell him I love him, I'd tell him I feel hurt. I'd tell him I need a Dad.<br />I'd tell him how much I've missed him. I'd tell him how angry I was. I'd tell him how lonely I felt.<br />I feel lonely, I feel like the worlds deserted me. I feel like the people I love don't love me. I feel lost.<br />I feel for so many things and I feel for so many reasons.<br />Now I feel like I have nothing.<br />I feel like everything I do for the people I love means nothing to them.<br />Everything I do is to please the people around me. Everything I do has never been for me.<br />I should do something for myself now.<br /><br />Sometimes I feel like life is so unfair but I have to stop complaining.<br />But how? Thats my question. I've told Syida how I feel about so many things.<br />She feels the same too.<br />Is it that empty space that I'm waiting to fill that keeps fucking up things for me?<br />Is it the affection and attention that's been missing?<br />I really don't know and I wish someone would just tell me what it is that keeps screwing with my thoughts.<br /><br />Its times like these I wish someone would just stand still with me and just hold me.<br />Tell me that I'm safe without saying a word. Kiss me on the forehead to tell me I'm theirs to keep and that I have nothing to worry about. Whisper how much they love and miss me in my ears to calm me down.<br />So many things that I yearn for right now, but so many things I can't get.<br />Even if that affection is for 5 mins, I'd take it. I just want to feel again. Feel like I'm something.<br />Like I'm someone. Like I'm somebody to them.<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ukc6WUGr3mc" title="YouTube video player" width="400"></iframe><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801435116423621344-2118537063425097218?l=absolut-liebe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YukiAngelittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04982937306172225783noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801435116423621344.post-37068292845720690792011-04-11T00:40:00.000+08:002011-04-11T00:40:20.218+08:00These few days has been rough.<br />It is cause its the month again or is it just me?<br />I've been so angry with the people around me, even my friends.<br />I've been so pissed off at so many things and with so many people.<br />Apart from all of this angsty feeling, I miss orientation.<br />As in DMNT orientation. I've met so many nice people and embarrassed myself in so many ways.<br />But I'm glad I did it. I'm glad I went for orientation.<br />So many great things happened and I learnt so much. As much as I was lost, I was trying my hardest.<br /><br />Trainings has been shit for me. I haven't been performing at all.<br />Hopefully with the new shoes, it'll work magic for me.<br />Youth won our friendly on Saturday, so proud of the girls:)<br />We played well, apart from some of the silly mistakes that we did, we played well.<br />I think this years league will change.<br />We'll play better, we'll kick ass, we'll be forced to be looked at.<br /><br />Apart from sports and school and so many other great things happening, my personal life hasn't been so great.<br />I've lost faith and trust in some friends, if they even worth calling friends.<br />I doubt my choices sometimes. I don't want to sound selfish but I don't think people deserve my good attitude when they've mistreated me.<br />I've been really cold towards some people these few trainings, as bad as I feel I know I have to do it.<br />Its so people will know that I'm not just somebody they can step on.<br />I'm not just somebody who can't stand her ground and make a decision for herself.<br />Just because I am the youngest in the team doesn't mean I don't have my own opinions.<br />Well this is not about the Youths. Its about a lot of other things.<br />I've been feeling really distant with all my friends.<br />I question myself, where are the people I use to stand up for, where are the people I use to be around for and where are the people I use to call friends?<br />Where are they? Have I been fooled?<br /><br />I wonder if I am a good friend at all?<br />Would you stay mad for long or would you forgive and forget?<br />I know to forgive and forget is the best way but what if you've been mistreated, misjudged and misunderstood?<br />And how sure are you that they didn't talk behind your back while you were not okay with them.<br />I hate hypocrites. I hate people who are so pretentious. I hate people who pretend to be my friend when really they're not. I hate people who are nice to me only because they feel bad, I don't need your pity.<br />I can hold my own heart. I can handle my own personal thoughts.<br />Somehow I've been feeling rather odd. Rather out of the group. The only people I can talk to in the team is Michelle and Charmaine. The only two people I really trust right now.<br />Maybe I'll ask Michelle for her number later just so I could tell her why I've been so down lately.<br />I haven't known Michelle for long but god she can really understand and &nbsp;seems like she's the only person who has been noticing the change in my behaviour.<br />The only one who's been asking if I was okay.<br /><br />Okay, personal anger aside for a moment.<br />I just watched this video on Youtube about this gymnist who worked so hard and lost weight to meet the coaches expectations and also her expectations. Apart from that, she was working her hardest for the Olympics.<br />She lost so much weight and became so skinny and at her trials, she just collapse.<br />As much as I fear that, I feel like if I took the pills and exercise and really really eat less, I'd lose more weight.<br />I know this will affect my performance but if I'm lighter, I'll be faster.<br />I'll try it for a week and see how it goes. I have to control my hunger.<br />I'll try it for just a week, it won't do any harm.<br />But before games I'll make sure I hydrate a lot and have a good breakfast so that I have enough energy.<br />I'll make sure, just a change in my dieting thats all.<br />I haven't lost weight recently and its really starting to bother me.<br />I really need to get to 70 kg and I'm 5kg away from that.<br />After that 5kg loss, I'll target for 65kg,<br />I can do it, I know I can. I want to look better in clothes. I want to dance without worrying about what people would say.<br />I'll target for 2-3g loss this week. I'll exercise and eat less and hydrate a lot.<br />I want to look skinnier and prettier.<br />I'll see how I look at 65kg and see if I'm satisfied with how I look and feel.<br /><br />Well tomorrow's PT, So we shall begin there tomorrow(:<br />YAYNESS. For now, goodnight &lt;3<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801435116423621344-3706829284572069079?l=absolut-liebe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YukiAngelittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04982937306172225783noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801435116423621344.post-79913955407004287312011-03-26T03:12:00.000+08:002011-03-26T03:12:29.128+08:00I feel so hurt now. I just can't describe how upset I am right now.<br />I feel like my feelings have been soo betrayed. I should have trusted myself with the signs that I saw.<br />From now on, I should just stay away and forget the fun.<br />I feel so cheated and misunderstood. I feel so misjudged. I feel so stupid.<br />I can't believe those words came out from your mouth and the worst part is that I found out from <b>T</b>.<br />I can't believe that all this time I covered for <b>L</b>, she still couldn't trust me.<br />Every time when she gets into trouble she always thinks that its me.<br />I can bet you 200% that my family won't say shit to your family, we are not the type who will <i>KPO</i>.<br />Now I realize why I find things out about hanging out last minute. Its because its last minute that you need to use my name to cover up just so you can meet your friends.<br />I feel so betrayed, really.<br /><u>WHY IS IT THAT I'M THE ONE WHO ALWAYS GETS USED?</u><br />And today after training, I rushed back and went to <b>L</b> place just to make sure you were okay and you still thought that I was the one who blabbered shit to your family.<br />I don't even know why I care anymore. Truth be told, you have to learn it the hard way. Really.<br />I'm not wishing for anything bad to happen to you but really you have to get it hard just to understand why T and I are concerned.<br />You don't have much to show in your job applications and you want to study again then good but you still can never limit yourself.<br />I have so many things that I can say to you but I just don't, just so your feelings won't get hurt.<br />I really don't understand what is it that I do that makes me look like I'm not trustworthy.<br />If my work managers can trust me with a large sum of money to deliver to the bank and trust me to run the fast food restaurant while they go out for something important why can't you trust me?<br />I maybe me younger than you but I sure as hell am more mature than you.<br />I may not be working but I definitely always have money, its because I save.<br /><br />And on top of my already horrible training I had to have <b>B.B</b> ask me if I was the one who told your parents about his drug case.<br />I mean seriously, what is it about me that people cannot trust?<br /><b><u>FUCK IT MAN SERIOUSLY. I'M SO MAFUCKING PISSED RIGHT NOW.</u></b><br />I was hurt that <b>B.B</b> thought that it was me but I'm glad he cleared things up with me face to face and see that I did not lie.<br />I explained to <b>B.B</b> that I have no reason to tell others when L already told me to keep it to myself.<br />I am no a blabber mouth and why in the world would I say something so sensitive.<br />I explained to <b>B.B</b> that I know that this was something sensitive so why would I want to tell it to L's mother.<br />I also explained to him that my mother is an ex drug addict so I would understand about how sensitive this is.<br />You know, after what T told me about how L felt about me, I've come to realize that all these while my judgement about how things were acting up was right.<br />It was no wonder when I stepped into that house tonight that I realize everybody was shocked.<br />It was no wonder why when I attempted to talk to <b>B.B</b> he didn't want to respond.<br />It was no wonder why <b>B.B</b> didn't say hi to me when I passed by him.<br />It was because all this time he thought it was me.<br /><br />Its also clear that my judgement about plans being made but I had no idea about it were so last minute.<br />It was because they weren't sure if I was a good idea.<br />If you guys don't want me around, say it straight to my face.<br />If you think that I am the cause of <b>L</b> getting into trouble then so be it. I won't be around all of you anymore.<br />I don't need people like this in my life.<br />Never have I felt so betrayed before, I've lost trust in everybody that I thought was my friend.<br />Really, fucking everybody. <u>I hate humans, they are a mind fucking selfish assholes.</u><br />Really, everybody's living for themselves.<br />I shouldn't have bothered at all, I hate it that I'm so vulnerable. <b>I HATE VULNERABILITY.</b><br />Seriously, I'm too tired to say a fuck about this anymore.<br /><u>I have better things to do with time then waste it on people who aren't even my friends.</u><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801435116423621344-7991395540700428731?l=absolut-liebe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YukiAngelittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04982937306172225783noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801435116423621344.post-62420444484411248902011-03-26T01:51:00.001+08:002011-03-26T01:51:47.325+08:00<p class="formspringmeAnswer">HAHA! I confessed to you about what my first impression of you was at Nepal whauttttt. Remember? Our noisy gossip night with Xin Fang and Prissy? LOL. But okay for your sake I say again. I was very intimidated by you cause you like very scary eh and like you were so netbal girly girl type. You looked like the typical popular netball girl in a high school who doesn't talk to just anybody. (BUT I THINK I WATCH TOO MANY ANG MOH HIGH SCHOOL DRAMA). But I am glad that I am wrong because you are awesome and I HEART YOU (: NOW I JUST THINK YOU DAMN WEIRD AND CHIO BU.</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://www.formspring.me/YUKIangelitto?utm_medium=social&utm_source=blogger&utm_campaign=shareanswer">Ask me anything</a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801435116423621344-6242044448441124890?l=absolut-liebe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YukiAngelittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04982937306172225783noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801435116423621344.post-12538038844345202062011-03-24T14:55:00.001+08:002011-03-24T14:55:08.633+08:00<p class="formspringmeAnswer">I'd still keep my stand and say no. If he's using the,&quot;You don't love me&quot; line then that just shows how much he doesn't respect my decision and respect me. I believe that if you truly love someone you would rush for things and you'd respect each others decisions and you'd wait. And you'd decide together not just one sided. I've had boyfriends who were like that before so I'd understand, but its not worth your dignity and its not worth giving in for. I think people who keep pushing for things like that and using cheesy lines like that are just people who are heartless and disrespectful. But hey, its just my opinion right? At the end of the day, you'd have to ask yourself.</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://www.formspring.me/YUKIangelitto?utm_medium=social&utm_source=blogger&utm_campaign=shareanswer">Ask me anything</a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801435116423621344-1253803884434520206?l=absolut-liebe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YukiAngelittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04982937306172225783noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801435116423621344.post-61667515270973572692011-03-23T12:05:00.000+08:002011-03-23T12:05:39.648+08:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;">Sometimes, I feel the fear of uncertainty stinging clear.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;">And I can't help but ask myself how much I let the fear</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;">Take the wheel and steer.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;">So today the truth is out, Rachael only sees me as a friend.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;">Once again, I'm crushed but Farah warned me that this would hurt more as compared to a rejection from a guy.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;">I'd cry if I could but I don't want to be a cry baby.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;">I knew that this was bound to happen but I just thought I'd open up my heart once again to let someone in.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;">Maybe I should just go about life without having feelings or intentions for people.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;">I should just have a heart of stone when it comes to love and go about life and do whatever it is I have to do.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;">I guess like I have a longing but no one cares.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;">Its either people say I'm too young or there's so many fishes in the sea.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;">But can't you see that, I'm a fish that doesn't really have good things happen to me.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;">Maybe that's why people stay clear of me.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;">Maybe its because of who I am, my background. Can they really see through me?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;">For now, I just have to except it as it is that Rach and I are just friends.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;">Nothing more than that.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;">I'm not going to be awkward after this, I'm going to have our conversations as per normal.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;">I mean, we are still friends after all.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;">I know you may think that I'm trying to be sarcastic but I'm not, may be a little but I still do care for her.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;">If she's happy with just being friends then okay, I'll go for that.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;">Oh well, I guess that's it for me.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;">None of my relationships have ended well and none of the reasons for breaking up has been good.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;">But Yuki, heads up, stand tall, stand proud and move on.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;">I can't let things get into my head.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;">I can't shut people off especially now that school is going to start really soon.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;">I have to be positive and let loose. Not everybody are the same people that hurt you.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;">And so its unfair to shut them out.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;">New environment, new friends, new opportunities.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;">I should most probably get this out of my system by the time training ends.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;">I have to keep in mind that <i>every failure is another step to success.</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;">And that <b>I AM WHO I AM AND I AM PROUD OF WHO I AM.</b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;">Okay, that's my rant and encouragement for today.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;">Time to do some math and sing to it while I can. Good day.</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801435116423621344-6166751527097357269?l=absolut-liebe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YukiAngelittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04982937306172225783noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801435116423621344.post-60030601046374254562011-03-21T18:25:00.000+08:002011-03-21T18:25:19.409+08:00Today was boring as hell.<br />Besides the cleaning and clearing that I did to my room, everything else was just. BLEHHH.<br />I feel like going out tomorrow, but who?<br />I have nothing to do this week. Apart from training I mean.<br />Last week was hectic but this week is just boring.<br />Yeah OMG, I have nothing to do. I just checked my Organizer.<br />This is just terrible.<br />I think go god is trying to tell me something.<br />Trying to tell me to STUDY before school starts.<br />Maybe I should be doing that but OMGGGGGG.<br />SOZ THEZ EXHAUSTINGZ. But then again, when school start, I'd have to study too.<br />So doesn't make a difference does it?<br />Rachel had been quiet. I don't know I don't have much to say to her these days.<br />Loss of connection I guess?<br />Or is it just a turn off for me that she's giving mixed signs and keeping me on a hang.<br />Yeah, I guess that's it.<br />I think I might try to write something this week since I have such a free week and prolly let someone read it.<br />That's what I'll do, this will be interesting.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801435116423621344-6003060104637425456?l=absolut-liebe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YukiAngelittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04982937306172225783noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801435116423621344.post-46890768962544105572011-03-20T05:44:00.000+08:002011-03-20T05:44:08.231+08:00Hah, I question myself everyday.<br />Therapeutic or am I just lonely?<br />Today has been a pretty good and rough day.<br />Part good and part bad.<br />I've heard a heart break today and it sounded just like a bomb landed.<br />Truth be told its hard for me to hear it again, it might not be me but it definitely hurt.<br />That's because I've felt that way before.<br />My hearts been broken and mended and broken again.<br />Fixed and repaired and then torn apart again.<br />Soo many time, too many times. I guess blogging has become therapeutic to me because I have no one to let out my deepest feelings too.<br />I know so sappy la this girl, so emotional.<br />But I guess its life experiences that made me this way.<br /><br />My recent post on FB,<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> "</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><b>I can hear your heart breaking just like a pin drop to the floor but it sounds like a bomb just dropped. Baby, I know because thats how I felt when you broke my heart.</b></i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;">"</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">and this is the respond I got,&nbsp;</span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><br /></span></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5ptEd9bOb_0/TYUfrjCmc_I/AAAAAAAABLI/ZUQuKz8TnjA/s1600/Print+Screen.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="223" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5ptEd9bOb_0/TYUfrjCmc_I/AAAAAAAABLI/ZUQuKz8TnjA/s400/Print+Screen.png" width="400" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><br /></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">Not too sure if you guys can see it but yeahhhhh.</span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">I don't know la, but its just really hard to see someones heart breaking because I know how much it hurts.</span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">Its soo hard to just see it crack, what more break.</span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">They say time heals all? Well, I think time heals partially only the rest takes us and a miracle to heal it.</span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">Like a person once said, <b>you can drop a glass and break it two but try to piece it back together, it can never be the same</b>.</span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">Thats what I believe and that's what I always will.</span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">I know nobody reads my blog and that's a good thing because this is the only place I can self explain, self express.</span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">Like I said, so therapeutic but still so sad.</span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">Ohhhh fuck it.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801435116423621344-4689076896254410557?l=absolut-liebe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YukiAngelittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04982937306172225783noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801435116423621344.post-4618780913991225772011-03-19T00:20:00.000+08:002011-03-19T00:20:29.437+08:00So much thoughts running through my head but I tell myself I'm okay.<br />I tell myself that I'll be okay and I'll get through it like ABC.<br />I'll tell myself that everything will go according to plan and I tell myself that I'm prepared for this.<br />But I also have to tell myself to stop lying.<br />Stop lying to myself by saying its all alright.<br />On the outside I put a hard shell but on the inside I feel like crying.<br />I hear the bombs go off. I know, very dramatic huh? But its the fact.<br />Its the truth.<br />At that point of time, I didn't know how I was suppose to react.<br />Whether to pat myself on the back and say, "You did your best and thats all you can promise to yourself." or to just cry.<br />But I didn't cry, I didn't show it. I still put up my hard shell.<br />I'm not disappointed with anyone or mad at anyone else but myself.<br />I question myself everyday, what did I do wrong?<br />Not just with Floorball but with life with the way things are. With the way my life has been.<br />It hasn't been easy but I keep telling myself I'll be alright.<br />But how long will alright last? Till' tomorrow, a week, a month, a year, forever?<br />I told myself to be prepared for this but somehow I felt like as long as it isn't done I'm not going to give up.<br />To play my best, but maybe the best isn't good enough?<br />I'm disappointed in myself because I told myself that the only way to learn is to fall first.<br />And now I've fallen. Is it hard enough?<br />Somehow, this feels like Singapore Schools first year all over again.<br />I love my team, I really do. But somehow I feel like I'm not good enough.<br />I'm not deserving of all this.<br />I'm disappointed in myself because I felt like I could have maybe pushed myself slightly harder.<br />Then maybe.. NO, NO MAYBE'S<br />I am where I am because of my own doing.<br />I guess all I can do now is be a team player and play my best for the sake of the team and train harder to be better.<br />Yeah, I guess thats my plan.<br />I'll use RP Floorball to help me get there.<br />I'm going to be faster, better and harder. I'm going to prove myself at least that bit.<br />I hope i'll get over this upset feeling soon.<br />I can't keep letting all this emotional things get in my way.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801435116423621344-461878091399122577?l=absolut-liebe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YukiAngelittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04982937306172225783noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801435116423621344.post-38888219259893586832011-03-17T01:38:00.000+08:002011-03-17T01:38:21.118+08:00Okay, yesterday, I totally let the pressure get to me.<br />I wasn't performing, well I felt that way.<br />I was wayyyy too <i>kanchong spider *</i>Name given by dearly beloved fisherians<i>*</i><br />I should try to lessen that. Sooo stressfull.<br />Selections are here and supposedly we're suppose to be informed about the teams today.<br />BUTTTT, postponed to this coming friday.<br />I swear, scary or what? But I should be prepared for the worst.<br />Most importantly I want to play with the people I can play with.<br />I'm excited for season to start. Hopefully mom will give me her OT money or else..<br />I swear I'll have to get a job. Subway perhaps?<br />Since I love subway soo much?<br />But anywayssssss, the best thing that happened today was hanging out with Pheeks, Reena and Farah.<br />We chilled for awhile at Farah's place and boy was it awesome.<br />We laughed and laughed at Fifi's picture.<br />DAMNNNNN FUNNNEH.<br />But yes we were talking about floorball and boobs and so many other things.<br />We should do a sleepover soon(:<br /><br />Okay apart from that, I don't know why these days I don't quite favour <b>L</b>.<br />I'm having the same case like Myra la,<b> L</b> is such a follower.<br />Whatever I showed her, like my personal stuff, she's doing the same.<br />Like OMG, seriously? And plus, she's been all over this dude and like this dude apparently stopped replying to her text.<br />And just the other day when I told her about Rachel, the next day she's been acting all weird.<br />Texting me, telling me about how <b>L</b> feels like making out with a lady.<br />Like WHUUUUUTTT? I don't know, but it may be me but its getting a weeee bit annoying now.<br />Kayyy goodnigth CHHEEEBS :)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801435116423621344-3888821925989358683?l=absolut-liebe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YukiAngelittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04982937306172225783noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801435116423621344.post-76860851158221444772011-03-17T01:18:00.000+08:002011-03-17T01:18:41.200+08:00Maybe what Myra said was right.<br />Maybe thats what changed me.<br />All the times I was abandoned by these guys and all these times I've been letting these douche bags hurt me.<br />Maybe its true what Myra said that maybe I've given up in believing and trusting guys.<br />Maybe I've been hurt too much, led on too much.<br />Or is it all my mistake? All the choices I made for myself?<br />But I didn't know that I was going to fall, fall so hard and bruise myself.<br />They say never to blame others for your mishaps but what if you really didn't know better?<br />Oh well, my love life is just really down the drain la. It's a fact.<br />Is it me or is it them? Do I not know how to prioritize my time?<br />But I think I do and I do make the effort although I'm really tired/lazy.<br />My friends tell me that I've been making good decisions but why is it that my other half has so much to get mad at me for?<br />Saying that I don't spend enough time, saying I'm not giving enough.<br />I mean to me as a woman I'd like to have control over my life too.<br />My philosophy is that my other half should never have the right to fully control my life until he's my husband.<br />I shouldn't be the one who takes the blame all the time and I shouldn't be the one who gives in all the time.<br />I mean I do agree with the give and take thing but I think most of the time I'm giving.<br />Oh whatever, I swear its just so complicated.<br /><br />With a guy, its hard. With a girl, its hard too.<br />So what am I suppose to do with myself now?<br />Just never fall in love again.<br />I mean this whole thing isn't even about rushing into a relationship.<br />Its a point of being so scared to even take a step into trying.<br />Phobia, phobia of getting ditched. Phobia of being left M.I.A<br />Like the quote says, "I'm not afraid to try again but I'm afraid of being hurt again."<br />Yes, i'm afraid of getting hurt again.<br />Its so hard to just forget all the failing relationships knowing that it feels like its all on you.<br />Relationship is a BITCH.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801435116423621344-7686085115822144477?l=absolut-liebe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YukiAngelittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04982937306172225783noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801435116423621344.post-91247771472473930432011-03-15T15:25:00.001+08:002011-03-15T15:25:22.160+08:00<p class="formspringmeAnswer">Love is undefinable.</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://www.formspring.me/YUKIangelitto?utm_medium=social&utm_source=blogger&utm_campaign=shareanswer">Ask me anything</a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801435116423621344-9124777147247393043?l=absolut-liebe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YukiAngelittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04982937306172225783noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801435116423621344.post-49691126821714921312011-03-15T15:01:00.001+08:002011-03-15T15:01:26.933+08:00<p class="formspringmeAnswer">oh darlin, I have no clue. Its been such a long time since I've gotten a perfect day.</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://www.formspring.me/YUKIangelitto?utm_medium=social&utm_source=blogger&utm_campaign=shareanswer">Ask me anything</a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801435116423621344-4969112682171492131?l=absolut-liebe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YukiAngelittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04982937306172225783noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801435116423621344.post-18557620368886493422011-03-13T22:48:00.001+08:002011-03-13T22:48:48.104+08:00<p class="formspringmeAnswer">Alex Turner.</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://www.formspring.me/YUKIangelitto?utm_medium=social&utm_source=blogger&utm_campaign=shareanswer">Ask me anything</a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801435116423621344-1855762036888649342?l=absolut-liebe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YukiAngelittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04982937306172225783noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801435116423621344.post-42914887481956346102011-03-13T22:43:00.001+08:002011-03-13T22:43:05.768+08:00<p class="formspringmeAnswer">Alex turner though Christopher is better looking.</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://www.formspring.me/YUKIangelitto?utm_medium=social&utm_source=blogger&utm_campaign=shareanswer">Ask me anything</a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801435116423621344-4291488748195634610?l=absolut-liebe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YukiAngelittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04982937306172225783noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801435116423621344.post-30578049338807184902011-03-13T22:41:00.003+08:002011-03-13T22:41:42.521+08:00<p class="formspringmeAnswer">Neither, because they dissolve my muscles:(</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://www.formspring.me/YUKIangelitto?utm_medium=social&utm_source=blogger&utm_campaign=shareanswer">Ask me anything</a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801435116423621344-3057804933880718490?l=absolut-liebe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YukiAngelittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04982937306172225783noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801435116423621344.post-47093127313418751302011-03-13T22:41:00.001+08:002011-03-13T22:41:24.887+08:00<p class="formspringmeAnswer">Oliver sykes, love his tats.</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://www.formspring.me/YUKIangelitto?utm_medium=social&utm_source=blogger&utm_campaign=shareanswer">Ask me anything</a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801435116423621344-4709312731341875130?l=absolut-liebe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YukiAngelittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04982937306172225783noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801435116423621344.post-73284431683362805592011-03-13T22:16:00.001+08:002011-03-13T22:16:35.877+08:00<p class="formspringmeAnswer">I would, I have nothing against him. I'm not a huge fan but I'd watch it if I think it was good.</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://www.formspring.me/YUKIangelitto?utm_medium=social&utm_source=blogger&utm_campaign=shareanswer">Ask me anything</a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801435116423621344-7328443168336280559?l=absolut-liebe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YukiAngelittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04982937306172225783noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801435116423621344.post-69835251005237813932011-03-13T22:13:00.001+08:002011-03-13T22:13:08.265+08:00<p class="formspringmeAnswer">DEFINITELY GUITAR.</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://www.formspring.me/YUKIangelitto?utm_medium=social&utm_source=blogger&utm_campaign=shareanswer">Ask me anything</a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801435116423621344-6983525100523781393?l=absolut-liebe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YukiAngelittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04982937306172225783noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801435116423621344.post-90044098760634013222011-03-13T22:08:00.003+08:002011-03-13T22:08:59.602+08:00<p class="formspringmeAnswer">WAITTTT! Who are they?</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://www.formspring.me/YUKIangelitto?utm_medium=social&utm_source=blogger&utm_campaign=shareanswer">Ask me anything</a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801435116423621344-9004409876063401322?l=absolut-liebe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YukiAngelittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04982937306172225783noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801435116423621344.post-55537158505844146852011-03-13T22:08:00.001+08:002011-03-13T22:08:38.175+08:00<p class="formspringmeAnswer">Superman. Batman is irritating in his outfit. Batman is spontaneous because he dares to wear his underwear on the outside:)</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://www.formspring.me/YUKIangelitto?utm_medium=social&utm_source=blogger&utm_campaign=shareanswer">Ask me anything</a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801435116423621344-5553715850584414685?l=absolut-liebe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YukiAngelittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04982937306172225783noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801435116423621344.post-85935297957797569362011-03-13T22:06:00.001+08:002011-03-13T22:06:02.242+08:00<p class="formspringmeAnswer">iPhone. Walkie talkie if at home okay la but there's just so much a walkie talkie can do. AND yes, I know you're bored:)</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://www.formspring.me/YUKIangelitto?utm_medium=social&utm_source=blogger&utm_campaign=shareanswer">Ask me anything</a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801435116423621344-8593529795779756936?l=absolut-liebe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YukiAngelittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04982937306172225783noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801435116423621344.post-68820501919081360732011-03-13T22:04:00.001+08:002011-03-13T22:04:15.128+08:00<p class="formspringmeAnswer">MS DEVI. I &lt;3 her thought she's SZUPER irritating and unreasonable most of the time.</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://www.formspring.me/YUKIangelitto?utm_medium=social&utm_source=blogger&utm_campaign=shareanswer">Ask me anything</a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801435116423621344-6882050191908136073?l=absolut-liebe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YukiAngelittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04982937306172225783noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801435116423621344.post-38341836085631288882011-03-13T22:03:00.001+08:002011-03-13T22:03:27.988+08:00<p class="formspringmeAnswer">6 pack, I think its sexier.</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://www.formspring.me/YUKIangelitto?utm_medium=social&utm_source=blogger&utm_campaign=shareanswer">Ask me anything</a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801435116423621344-3834183608563128888?l=absolut-liebe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YukiAngelittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04982937306172225783noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801435116423621344.post-33862107689158315012011-03-13T22:02:00.001+08:002011-03-13T22:02:05.841+08:00<p class="formspringmeAnswer">Neither of them. I prefer Subway:)</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://www.formspring.me/YUKIangelitto?utm_medium=social&utm_source=blogger&utm_campaign=shareanswer">Ask me anything</a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801435116423621344-3386210768915831501?l=absolut-liebe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YukiAngelittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04982937306172225783noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801435116423621344.post-56753590065342730942011-03-13T22:01:00.001+08:002011-03-13T22:01:30.319+08:00<p class="formspringmeAnswer">Patrick, he's just so cutely stupid.</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://www.formspring.me/YUKIangelitto?utm_medium=social&utm_source=blogger&utm_campaign=shareanswer">Ask me anything</a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801435116423621344-5675359006534273094?l=absolut-liebe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YukiAngelittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04982937306172225783noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801435116423621344.post-13455890525550149902011-03-13T02:39:00.000+08:002011-03-13T02:39:48.133+08:00<iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/sur2j7XEeno?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801435116423621344-1345589052555014990?l=absolut-liebe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YukiAngelittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04982937306172225783noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801435116423621344.post-86135436232107367012011-03-13T02:35:00.001+08:002011-03-13T02:36:08.057+08:00Hi.<br /><div><br /></div><div>Yesterday went quite alright.</div><div>Aestee slept over on Friday night.</div><div>And yesterday afternoon we made pizza.<br />OMG, I ate soo much, I am soo gaining the weight.<br />I have to work it off tomorrow.<br />I'm watching the L word now and somehow I have the lust of having a her.<br />Things between Rachel and I are still pretty shady.<br />I mean after like the whole issue in the previous post how do you expect me to be normal?<br />Okay whatever with that.<br /><br />The L word is pretty funny. I mean Rachel was right.<br />Shane is hottttt. I swear i'm getting lesbian lust now.<br />What is going on with me? This is just soo mentally wrong but I can't help myself.<br />I love watching shows like the L word and Lip Service.<br />So many hot girls, god.<br />I swear if my parents ever read this, I'm soo dead or even my bestfriend.<br />She's soo against all the butch and bisexual and lesbian or even gay thinking.<br />Okayy whatever with this blog. I'm gonna go watch The L Word.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801435116423621344-8613543623210736701?l=absolut-liebe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YukiAngelittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04982937306172225783noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801435116423621344.post-39745501857333897672011-03-13T00:53:00.000+08:002011-03-13T00:53:23.117+08:00<iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/TKwvhNNgWIo?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801435116423621344-3974550185733389767?l=absolut-liebe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YukiAngelittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04982937306172225783noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801435116423621344.post-73972498375581405222011-03-12T22:19:00.001+08:002011-03-12T22:19:21.616+08:00<p class="formspringmeAnswer">Tank top.</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://www.formspring.me/YUKIangelitto?utm_medium=social&utm_source=blogger&utm_campaign=shareanswer">Ask me anything</a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801435116423621344-7397249837558140522?l=absolut-liebe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YukiAngelittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04982937306172225783noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801435116423621344.post-69800899369417930242011-03-11T02:15:00.002+08:002011-03-11T02:15:49.143+08:00A picture tells a thousand word with just a few lines.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5ZCTKi01sIM/TXkVOvvac4I/AAAAAAAABKU/It8rVc4Un-s/s1600/tumblr_lglwynqgiC1qayzfpo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="190" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5ZCTKi01sIM/TXkVOvvac4I/AAAAAAAABKU/It8rVc4Un-s/s320/tumblr_lglwynqgiC1qayzfpo1_500.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-fctjRhPtNw8/TXkVPWAY03I/AAAAAAAABKY/d5CXELgYcac/s1600/tumblr_lgm2ivZPd81qayzfpo1_r1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="199" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-fctjRhPtNw8/TXkVPWAY03I/AAAAAAAABKY/d5CXELgYcac/s320/tumblr_lgm2ivZPd81qayzfpo1_r1_500.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-UMfHmbITV28/TXkVQaKLHrI/AAAAAAAABKc/rRq1vdENhds/s1600/tumblr_lhueq4kRqw1qcv76uo1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-UMfHmbITV28/TXkVQaKLHrI/AAAAAAAABKc/rRq1vdENhds/s320/tumblr_lhueq4kRqw1qcv76uo1_400.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801435116423621344-6980089936941793024?l=absolut-liebe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YukiAngelittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04982937306172225783noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801435116423621344.post-49503315326072611512011-03-11T02:13:00.000+08:002011-03-11T02:13:20.551+08:00I just can't lie to myself anymore.<br />No matter how hard I try to forget you. To forget us.<br />I always I was yours and I wish I was your favourite girl.<br />But the fact is I'm not.<br />This late night blogging is the only therapeutic thing for me because I have no one to talk to.<br />Just when I thought Rachael was feeling the same way I did with the way things were going.<br />Maybe I thought wrong. This was how our conversation went.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;R: Work Suck.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;Y: Customers being a bitch?<br />&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;R: No colleagues.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;Y: Why? Are they mean to you?<br />&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;R: Yes very! Just kill me hahaha.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;Y: Nooo, if I kill you then no one will text me.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;R: Hahaha, aww so I'm just a texting buddy?<br />&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;Y: Nooooo la, of course not.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;R: Hahaha ya ya.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;Y: It's true! Why you bully me? Not just because of texting, it's because of other things too.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;R: Haha, what other things? Convince me.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;Y: Haaahhhh?! I cannot say. I shy.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;R: Why?!<br />&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;Y: Cause I shy to say one other thing laaaa.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;R: Hahaha, just say la not like I'm gonna eat you up or what.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;Y: Cause I like you laaa *Shuts eyes and ears then jumps down from a high rise building a thousand times*<br />&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;R: Hahahah, everyone likes me! I'm a great friend!<br /><br />See what I see? I thought she felt the same way as &nbsp;I did.<br />I hate myself for being me. I hate being wrong all the time.<br />Maybe I should just give it up, maybe from the beginning I was just something for her to play on.<br /><br />Here I am listening to Keith's written songs and I love it.<br />The words, the meaning, the truth.<br />Somehow all the things i've been trying to put aside in my head is taking a toll on me now.<br />My email was aired on MJ12 tonight and J sent me a text to tell me how proud he was of me.<br />It hurts me too much just to think of all the good times I had with him because of how well he knew me.<br />But it also hurts me the most that I was just another person to him but yet he says he still cares a lot for me.<br />My life sucks. FML.<br />So what should I do now? Act like normal toward Rachael but expect to get hurt?<br />And I'm suppose to go out with her one of these days.<br />Seriously I'm just too exhausted to go through this again.<br />All the emotional pain.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801435116423621344-4950331532607261151?l=absolut-liebe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YukiAngelittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04982937306172225783noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801435116423621344.post-41402238579556711022011-03-10T21:33:00.001+08:002011-03-10T21:33:15.847+08:00<p class="formspringmeAnswer">OHHHH, Another mind fuck question. WHYYYYYY? I don't like confucius:(</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://www.formspring.me/YUKIangelitto?utm_medium=social&utm_source=blogger&utm_campaign=shareanswer">Ask me anything</a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801435116423621344-4140223857955671102?l=absolut-liebe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YukiAngelittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04982937306172225783noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801435116423621344.post-74495017757596973692011-03-10T21:32:00.001+08:002011-03-10T21:32:31.668+08:00<p class="formspringmeAnswer">It would be the pretty elegant/rock chick. I like a blend of both. My walls and ceilings would be filled with pictures of friends and personal photography and written quotes and pictures of bands I love. My bed would be something really huge with a thick blanky and my air-con would be on at full blast whenever i'm home. I'd have a desk with a huge desktop and a laptop at the side of my room. And my closet has to be a walk in closet and it must be HUGE. I would have a studio in my room just so when friends come over we can jam in that room. I'd want guitars, a drum set, an awesome microphone, a piano, a keyboard in the studio. I'd want huge speakers in my room so that I can blast my music when friends come over. I'd like a sitting area with a huge ass screen tv too.</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://www.formspring.me/YUKIangelitto?utm_medium=social&utm_source=blogger&utm_campaign=shareanswer">Ask me anything</a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801435116423621344-7449501775759697369?l=absolut-liebe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YukiAngelittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04982937306172225783noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801435116423621344.post-36558010473357827252011-03-10T03:29:00.001+08:002011-03-10T03:29:46.319+08:00<p class="formspringmeAnswer">Walauuu, this is such a mind fuck to me now knowwww. I'm so tired and I can't think now. Can I just self proclaim stupid? When make a movie and act I'm already in a movie and when they show it on television i'll be on the television screen what.</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://www.formspring.me/YUKIangelitto?utm_medium=social&utm_source=blogger&utm_campaign=shareanswer">Ask me anything</a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801435116423621344-3655801047335782725?l=absolut-liebe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YukiAngelittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04982937306172225783noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801435116423621344.post-7730259933555948952011-03-04T18:02:00.001+08:002011-03-04T18:02:08.063+08:00<p class="formspringmeAnswer">This is hard, I mean we never really like hung out hung out.</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://www.formspring.me/YUKIangelitto?utm_medium=social&utm_source=blogger&utm_campaign=shareanswer">Ask me anything</a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801435116423621344-773025993355594895?l=absolut-liebe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YukiAngelittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04982937306172225783noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801435116423621344.post-90744156111309130342011-03-04T03:19:00.000+08:002011-03-04T03:19:56.221+08:00<iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/xG0wi1m-89o?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe><div><br /></div><div>This girls rendition of this song is wayy better then Lady Gaga's.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801435116423621344-9074415611130913034?l=absolut-liebe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YukiAngelittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04982937306172225783noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801435116423621344.post-35061177712413551162011-03-04T03:17:00.000+08:002011-03-04T03:17:27.559+08:00Okay, since my life is sooooooooo on(<i><b>SO NOT</b></i>) now I shall blog as much as I can because when my life is boring as hell(<b><i>NOW THATS TRUE</i></b>) I have nothing much to blog about.<br />Anyways, today wasn't as happening.<br />Just recovering from all the sore muscles. I have training later:)<br />I'm happy but I really hope I won't have a shitty training like I did on Wednesday.<br />I don't know but I was just really pissed on Wednesday at just about everything.<br />I guess it was just another one of my mood swings, if it wasn't then my good guess would be about the people that I was playing with.<br />Okay enough about my moods.<br /><br />Here's today's confessions.<br />So, I was on Facebook just now when suddenly D.M Facebook chat me.<br />I was pretty shocked actually cause I haven't talked to him in like ages.<br />We go back in secondary school, we sat beside one other during our 2nd language classes.<br />He was pretty awesome actually, really cool.<br />So anyways, D.M was really random just now but like he told me things like he's never kissed a girl before and like he confessed that he's liked me before in Secondary 3.<br />That was really quite a shock to me seeing that he was never really vocal with me then.<br />And besides that, I wasn't the most lovable person in my class.<br />I've had people bitching about me and like people hating on me and stuff.<br />So I really didn't expect that from him but kudos to him for not making it so obvious.<br />I could never have figured that out in a million years.<br /><br />So yes, now confessions about Rachel.<br />Why are girls so confusing. Being a girl myself, I never thought I was that way too.<br />My apologies goes out to the guys.<br />After training on Wednesday night, I had a Whatsapp message from her.<br />She was asking if I was weirded out by the things she said the previous day.<br />But that's the thing, when I text her, she replies me as if like she doesn't really wanna talk to me.<br />But when I don't text her she's gives me this feeling like she's been waiting for me.<br />I really don't know what to do. I mean should I give in or not?<br />I don't know what she's thinking and how she's feeling.<br />I mean I like her and all and she's been really open to me but I can't help but feel like I'm like her safety net during this hard times.<br />Ohh, I don't know. Things are just getting complicated I guess?<br />And like I texted her yesterday twice, but she didn't even reply one.<br />What am I suppose to do? How am I suppose to react?<br />I mean, I'm not use to this and this is all new.<br /><br /><br />Why is it that I make my life so complicated?<br />Come on love, make your life easy for once. Just do your own thing and don't get tangled up.<br />Like Natasha Beddingfield(Spelling?) said, "There's a soulmate for everyone."<br />And like I said on FB, "<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">If there's a soulmate for everyone would that mean that I wouldn't grow old and die lonely? Its too cliche to believe, but I should always hope for something right?"</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801435116423621344-3506117771241355116?l=absolut-liebe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YukiAngelittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04982937306172225783noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801435116423621344.post-12922325508643658992011-03-04T01:32:00.001+08:002011-03-04T01:32:10.786+08:00<p class="formspringmeAnswer">The fear of being able to see the unseen.</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://www.formspring.me/YUKIangelitto?utm_medium=social&utm_source=blogger&utm_campaign=shareanswer">Ask me anything</a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801435116423621344-1292232550864365899?l=absolut-liebe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YukiAngelittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04982937306172225783noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801435116423621344.post-62839627753600822012011-03-04T01:31:00.001+08:002011-03-04T01:31:55.085+08:00<p class="formspringmeAnswer">WHATTT?! How can I say ittt? NOOOOO. Now? Hmm. I can't say the full name but know that it starts with an R but its not a crush or a relationship. Its a getting to know thing.</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://www.formspring.me/YUKIangelitto?utm_medium=social&utm_source=blogger&utm_campaign=shareanswer">Ask me anything</a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801435116423621344-6283962775360082201?l=absolut-liebe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YukiAngelittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04982937306172225783noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801435116423621344.post-86906075430602700772011-03-04T01:30:00.003+08:002011-03-04T01:30:43.328+08:00<p class="formspringmeAnswer">Horner Simpson cause he already sounds dead.</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://www.formspring.me/YUKIangelitto?utm_medium=social&utm_source=blogger&utm_campaign=shareanswer">Ask me anything</a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801435116423621344-8690607543060270077?l=absolut-liebe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YukiAngelittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04982937306172225783noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801435116423621344.post-75018844748646125652011-03-04T01:30:00.001+08:002011-03-04T01:30:23.478+08:00<p class="formspringmeAnswer">iPhone. Try to get help, duhhh. Water, can always find a way to get it. Revolver? It can't last for a long time and its one revolver against a few terrorist.</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://www.formspring.me/YUKIangelitto?utm_medium=social&utm_source=blogger&utm_campaign=shareanswer">Ask me anything</a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801435116423621344-7501884474864612565?l=absolut-liebe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YukiAngelittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04982937306172225783noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801435116423621344.post-16454354616454233252011-03-03T03:06:00.000+08:002011-03-03T03:06:35.716+08:00I am so tired, exhausted, dead beat.<br />I feel like a jello and I'm sore everywhere.<br />Muscles cramp. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to run on Monday AND Tuesday when I know I have Skools training the next day.<br />Maybe I should do my runs on Mondays and Saturdays.<br />So that it doesn't affect my training, the exhaustion, OMG.<br />Today the worst drill that we had to do was the one hand drill. We had to dribble the ball with only one hand non-stop as fast as we could for about 2-4 minutes?<br />I swear it burns and it hurts. Its not as easy as it seems.<br />My left arm is sore from doing that one hand dribbling thing.<br />Not to mention that we'll be doing that for every training until league starts.<br />I really hope I get into OWLS though.<br />Anyways, I'm off to bed. Goodnight.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801435116423621344-1645435461645423325?l=absolut-liebe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YukiAngelittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04982937306172225783noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801435116423621344.post-13689809491366127042011-03-02T17:19:00.002+08:002011-03-02T17:20:47.533+08:00I felt like posting something before I got ready and started packing for training.<br />Yes, I have Skools training today at VS.<br />I'm hoping to steal a spot in OWL. Trials are on going now.<br />Trying to keep my head somewhere else instead of feeling upset about other things that are going on at home.<br />Sometimes I really wish that dad didn't leave us, then maybe life would be different.<br />Maybe I would be different, very different.<br />Hoping to get my laptop fixed so that I can send it to RP to get it fixed.<br />And oh, I just painted my nails. I really think they turned out ugly but I don't know.<br />I'll just play with the ugly nails. I'll clean them off tomorrow or something.<br />Didn't text Rachael this morning, I don't know. Just got a different feeling.<br />I'm not too sure what she thinks of me yet, she hasn't said much about what she thinks about me and what she's looking for now.<br />I don't know if I'm becoming more of a friend to her or if she'd see us being more then friends.<br />But ohh well, so that's the reason why I haven't texted her at all today.<br />Its because I don't know what to expect.<br />I shouldn't expect anything at all actually.<br />Anyways, I think I should end here and update later when I get back or something.<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/nQY4dIxY1H4" title="YouTube video player" width="450"></iframe><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801435116423621344-1368980949136612704?l=absolut-liebe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YukiAngelittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04982937306172225783noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801435116423621344.post-41065674094764747112011-03-02T03:19:00.000+08:002011-03-02T03:19:25.882+08:00<iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/N1Y2qJ1raIk?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe><div><br /></div><div>I've always thought that Frankie J's Obsession song was beautiful.</div><div>But mmm, obsession in spanish is just sexy:)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801435116423621344-4106567409476474711?l=absolut-liebe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YukiAngelittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04982937306172225783noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801435116423621344.post-41309648925704440382011-03-02T02:30:00.000+08:002011-03-02T02:30:14.305+08:00<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/s4Rax2PXiWA?hd=1" title="YouTube video player" width="450"></iframe><br /><br />Mistaken.&nbsp;Always second guessing.<br />Underestimated. Look I'm still around.<br /><br />Pretty pretty please, don't you ever ever feel.<br />Like your less than, fucking perfect.<br />Pretty pretty please, if you ever ever feel.<br />Like you're nothing, you're fucking perfect to me.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801435116423621344-4130964892570444038?l=absolut-liebe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YukiAngelittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04982937306172225783noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801435116423621344.post-60642029737978396992011-03-02T02:16:00.005+08:002011-03-02T02:23:35.453+08:00<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/rQcREpyz06w?hd=1" title="YouTube video player" width="450"></iframe><br /><div><br /></div><div>I cried when I first heard this song because the lyrics in this song is so much of my own personal belief.</div><div>Its what I really want, when I achieve this then i'll truly believe that i've achieved self freedom and happiness.<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/mewrSP8hk1g?hd=1" title="YouTube video player" width="450"></iframe><br /><br />There's always a reason to why I love a certain artist.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801435116423621344-6064202973797839699?l=absolut-liebe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YukiAngelittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04982937306172225783noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801435116423621344.post-1696726515751352242011-03-02T02:07:00.000+08:002011-03-02T02:07:24.254+08:00I thought that I'd be okay and that I could handle the pressure but I was wrong.<br />I thought that things would go smooth but I guess not.<br />As each day goes by, my tolerance level is slowly reaching my maximum capacity.<br />I'm trying not to blow, but its so hard. I don't know how to turn this around.<br />These days I feel like staying out seems to be the only solution.<br />The only solution to avoid all the possibilities of blowing up in their faces.<br />I feel stupid being here, there are days where I feel like I should just disappear from the face of the earth.<br />And there are days where I feel like I'm useless.<br />And these are some of the days where I feel like both. The anger is building up.<br />I feel like everything around me is changing, or is it me?<br />Why is it that all my relationships with people are turning upside down?<br />My moms been so bitchy lately, I feel like as I grow older she becomes more open with what she actually thinks about me. All the negativity she's kept is finally coming out. All the negative thoughts about me is finally coming out.<br />Her words are starting to hurt like a knife but I'm still trying to dodge it. Trying to pretend like I didn't hear it.<br />But how long can I keep lying to myself? Am I the one to be blamed?<br />Am I really nothing? Am I worthless in this family? I don't want to sound like the victim here.<br />I know that partly its my fault, but what about the rest of the times when I try to change.<br />But still you talked to me like I was some kind of punching bag, a wall with no feelings.<br />Even I think a wall has feelings because after a really long time of keeping it strong, they crumble to the ground.<br />I can't express these thoughts and these words to anybody, not even my friends. What would they think of me? Ungrateful child. How could they possibly understand how I feel?<br />Talk to god? I've talked to the one above so many times. But still nothing.<br />How I wish he would say something to me.<br />I don't know if praying again would save me from the hot fires. Dying a sinner, not what I hope for.<br /><br />I feel like everybody's ganging up on me. Complaining and talking behind my back.<br />Is that really who I am? Who they say I am?<br />Mom told my aunt about what an ungrateful child I am.<br />She said that she feels no bond between me and her. She said that I don't treat her like a mother because I treat her with no respect. She said that she feels like she has nothing to live for.<br />Since that last conversation that I had with her I question myself everyday, what am I here for?<br />What am I doing here? What is my purpose? What am I living for?<br />My mother was my whole world, my everything. Since I didn't have a dad.<br />After she said what she said that night, I question myself why did I ever change.<br />I changed my rotten life around when she was on her death bed in 2006. I turned.<br />I wanted to be a better person because I wanted to let my mother leave this world seeing her daughter doing something with her life instead of throwing it all away.<br />To make her proud. To let her have something to say to our relative who asks.<br />To be the one who is fulfilling her last wish.<br />To be the good child for once, to have the spotlight on me for a little while.<br />I did what I did for her, it was never for me.<br />I decided to do well in school for her, to change her frown into a smile for once.<br />I lost my senses and feelings in this journey but never my purpose. When friends question why I do everything with such seriousness my answer was always the same, "It's for my mother."<br />I wanted to make sure that my mother would have a good life when it was my turn to take care of her.<br />But when she said she had nothing to live for, it crushed me. It felt like a never ending train running me over and over again.<br />I suddenly felt like all the things I did to meet my purpose was a waste because she never saw what I was trying to do for her, for us.<br />When I do well, it was never good enough. It was always, "You could have done better."<br />I don't disagree that I am rude to her and I've been trying but every time when I make the effort, I get the sharp razor blades thrown back at me. Am i suppose to tolerate it? Is that what a grateful child would do?<br />When I try to bond with her, getting her to do things with me she always has other things to do.<br />So am I not making enough effort? Do I have to try harder?<br /><br />What should I do to fix myself?<br />This ugly portrait that everybody sees but not me. Why can't I see it? or do I?<br />I feel like such a waste of space. Why am I here if I'm not good enough?<br />If I'm not smart enough or talented enough to make it somewhere or be someone?<br />I have to face it that no matter what mountains I climb, no matter how many record labels I sell and no matter what I graduate from they're never gonna see me.<br />No spotlight would ever want to shine on me. I'll just be like a shadow that fades away.<br />I'll be forgotten because I've not made any impact on anyones life. Not my mothers or anyone else.<br />I'm such a burden, such a disappointment.<br />I know I tell others not to be so negative but I can't help but be my own words worst enemy.<br />Be my own enemy. Its true when they say, "you are you're own worst enemy." You're destructive.<br />I don't know how I'm going to get through another day without questioning my presence.<br />I'm so confused because some days I feel like I'm needed and somedays I feel like they don't want me around.<br />I can't help but wonder how the family would be like without me in the picture.<br />Would they be happier? I really want to know.<br /><br />Mom, if I had the money to pay for my education, I would. I wouldn't burden you with any of it. I wouldn't even mention it to you. You'll hear nothing from me. I'll keep out of your way. You don't allow me to have a job but at the same time, you don't support me. Its hard for me to understand what exactly that you want from me. I don't understand what all of you want from me because it seems like anything I do is never good enough.<br /><br />I'd stay up night and day to keep my grades up just so you'd see. Just so you'd notice.<br />But nothing seems to get your attention. When we have our disagreements all you seem to pick out are my bad points.<br />It feels like a bullet to the brain when you do that because even if I try to explain myself and reason it out, you never seem to hear it. And recently, ever since I told you I'm going to RP, you've been making me feel like I'm even more useless. But times and times again I keep telling myself that its not the end and that I will still succeed and I even planned out a way to keep my grades up so that I will be good enough. But I know you won't see it but I never seem to stop trying and I never seem to stop hoping and believing that someday, just maybe someday you could see it too. See that all this time i've been trying my hardest.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801435116423621344-169672651575135224?l=absolut-liebe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YukiAngelittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04982937306172225783noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801435116423621344.post-91957597874092714292011-02-27T00:02:00.001+08:002011-02-27T00:02:15.939+08:00<p class="formspringmeAnswer">2006. I would like to change how I chose my life to be back then.</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://www.formspring.me/YUKIangelitto?utm_medium=social&utm_source=blogger&utm_campaign=shareanswer">Ask me anything</a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801435116423621344-9195759787409271429?l=absolut-liebe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YukiAngelittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04982937306172225783noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801435116423621344.post-28538104960874957512011-02-17T18:13:00.003+08:002011-02-17T18:14:44.281+08:00I just got home from my brothers chalet yesterday.<br />A 3 day 2 nights chalet, it was pretty great. The food was awesome also.<br />And I prolly just had about 2 hours of sleep, couldn't help but cab down for training.<br />Yes I had training but it was all well worth it. I was so satisfied with yesterdays training.<br />Prolly because I had double dosage redbull. HAH!<br />I was damn shagged after that though. I still feel really tired.<br />But that's not the point of this blog post.<br /><br />My brother is flying off tomorrow to Perak for 3 weeks.<br />And Aestee is sleeping over here tonight so that we can all go together to the airport tomorrow morning.<br />I'll miss my brother, I mean after all as much as I'm happy that he's away for a good purpose I do love him and I will most definitely miss him.<br />Away in Perak for 3 weeks then back in Singapore for 6 months and training at Seletar Air Base and then off to Australia, Perth for about a year to 2 years and a half. Its too long.<br />But all and all, I wish my brother all the best and I'll send my love to him everyday.<br />I love you Kuya.<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/k-ImCpNqbJw" title="YouTube video player" width="400"></iframe><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801435116423621344-2853810496087495751?l=absolut-liebe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YukiAngelittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04982937306172225783noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801435116423621344.post-17965299353013190372011-02-17T12:52:00.000+08:002011-02-17T12:52:59.433+08:00So yes, I'm back from the mountains.<br /><div>Had a challenging experience on this trip.</div><div>Well, if you really want to know what I mean, I can see things like the unseen.</div><div>Well yeah, apparently what freaked me out the most this time is that one of my relatives knows that I can see without me telling her.</div><div>She said she sensed it from me.</div><div>But oh well, this time I saw something that frightened me the most.</div><div>Because it really showed itself to me.</div><div><br /></div><div>Anyways, I was suppose to go club on Friday night at Rebel.</div><div>But the problem was, I wasn't officially 18 yet.</div><div>According to year, yes I was but according to month, I'm not.</div><div>So shit, I couldn't get in.</div><div>But that's not the worst part. When Theeban, tried to get me in from Zirca, I bumped in Jasmeet butt he worst part was that Duncan was there.</div><div>It was awkward but I tried not to be awkward and said, "Hi!"</div><div>Somehow, I got the feeling that they were bitching(with his group of friends) behind my back.</div><div>That was the shittiest thing. I was totally pissed after that and I don't know why.</div><div>I just felt soo embarrassed and out of place, I just totally didn't want to to talk to them anymore.</div><div>He just seemed so different and soo cold.</div><div>And to add on tot he bitterness, I was making the rest wait in&nbsp;front of Rebel.</div><div>I am seriously sooooo embarrassed to the core.</div><div>So I just walked away.</div><div>My reasons, I was embarrassed, I was disappointed, I was pissed, I didn't want to make the few feel worst and spoil their fun just because of me.</div><div>I kind of expected it and I knew I had to be ready to get disappointed.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801435116423621344-1796529935301319037?l=absolut-liebe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YukiAngelittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04982937306172225783noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801435116423621344.post-83109222832497824742011-02-16T14:48:00.001+08:002011-02-16T14:48:35.926+08:00<p class="formspringmeAnswer">I'd say DONALD DUCK:)</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://www.formspring.me/YUKIangelitto?utm_medium=social&utm_source=blogger&utm_campaign=shareanswer">Ask me anything</a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801435116423621344-8310922283249782474?l=absolut-liebe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YukiAngelittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04982937306172225783noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801435116423621344.post-84479257908781048712011-02-16T14:47:00.001+08:002011-02-16T14:47:27.737+08:00<p class="formspringmeAnswer">Their eyes and their smile I guess.</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://www.formspring.me/YUKIangelitto?utm_medium=social&utm_source=blogger&utm_campaign=shareanswer">Ask me anything</a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801435116423621344-8447925790878104871?l=absolut-liebe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YukiAngelittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04982937306172225783noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801435116423621344.post-66216724532282545622011-02-14T08:46:00.001+08:002011-02-14T08:46:08.444+08:00<p class="formspringmeAnswer">I guess to some people who say they experience love at first sight would say cupid's real.</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://www.formspring.me/YUKIangelitto?utm_medium=social&utm_source=blogger&utm_campaign=shareanswer">Ask me anything</a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801435116423621344-6621672453228254562?l=absolut-liebe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YukiAngelittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04982937306172225783noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801435116423621344.post-79891357332421960662011-02-13T14:00:00.001+08:002011-02-13T14:00:38.165+08:00<p class="formspringmeAnswer">SUP TODDLERS?!</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://www.formspring.me/YUKIangelitto?utm_medium=social&utm_source=blogger&utm_campaign=shareanswer">Ask me anything</a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801435116423621344-7989135733242196066?l=absolut-liebe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YukiAngelittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04982937306172225783noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801435116423621344.post-83687578607623131732011-02-12T23:06:00.001+08:002011-02-12T23:06:27.917+08:00<p class="formspringmeAnswer">OMG, I seriously don't know. I can't tell the difference between my hobbies and the things I love to do.</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://www.formspring.me/YUKIangelitto?utm_medium=social&utm_source=blogger&utm_campaign=shareanswer">Ask me anything</a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801435116423621344-8368757860762313173?l=absolut-liebe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YukiAngelittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04982937306172225783noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801435116423621344.post-34512877853205002232011-02-11T03:36:00.001+08:002011-02-11T03:36:31.952+08:00<p class="formspringmeAnswer">LEGENDARY? I don't know. If you're talking about Funny/Retarded, then I'd say walking out CONFIDENTLY from the hotel room and into the lift with the hotel room slippers.</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://www.formspring.me/YUKIangelitto?utm_medium=social&utm_source=blogger&utm_campaign=shareanswer">Ask me anything</a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801435116423621344-3451287785320500223?l=absolut-liebe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YukiAngelittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04982937306172225783noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801435116423621344.post-76708687570290769692011-02-08T22:43:00.003+08:002011-02-08T22:43:36.044+08:00<p class="formspringmeAnswer">Hey, thanks stranger;) You're beautiful too/</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://www.formspring.me/YUKIangelitto?utm_medium=social&utm_source=blogger&utm_campaign=shareanswer">Ask me anything</a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801435116423621344-7670868757029076969?l=absolut-liebe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YukiAngelittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04982937306172225783noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801435116423621344.post-91203179330752096022011-02-08T22:43:00.001+08:002011-02-08T22:43:18.447+08:00<p class="formspringmeAnswer">My cats are doing great. Kiddy is going 11 years old this year. Schmoo 3 years. Miko's with god now though.</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://www.formspring.me/YUKIangelitto?utm_medium=social&utm_source=blogger&utm_campaign=shareanswer">Ask me anything</a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801435116423621344-9120317933075209602?l=absolut-liebe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YukiAngelittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04982937306172225783noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801435116423621344.post-19940011105062175182011-02-08T16:22:00.001+08:002011-02-08T16:22:12.563+08:00<p class="formspringmeAnswer">You're retarded and weird.</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://www.formspring.me/YUKIangelitto?utm_medium=social&utm_source=blogger&utm_campaign=shareanswer">Ask me anything</a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801435116423621344-1994001110506217518?l=absolut-liebe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YukiAngelittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04982937306172225783noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801435116423621344.post-54434294228088852072011-02-08T16:21:00.001+08:002011-02-08T16:21:55.337+08:00<p class="formspringmeAnswer">Johnny:)</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://www.formspring.me/YUKIangelitto?utm_medium=social&utm_source=blogger&utm_campaign=shareanswer">Ask me anything</a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801435116423621344-5443429422808885207?l=absolut-liebe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YukiAngelittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04982937306172225783noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801435116423621344.post-39310765188625667872011-02-07T14:51:00.001+08:002011-02-07T14:51:14.983+08:00<p class="formspringmeAnswer">I would heal the mother nature and bring back balance to the world. Help the poor, even if its the smallest things such as provide food or crop for them. At least that is a start to a new beginning. Answer the prayers of the people and bring happiness to everyone in the world in whatever way I can.</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://www.formspring.me/YUKIangelitto?utm_medium=social&utm_source=blogger&utm_campaign=shareanswer">Ask me anything</a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801435116423621344-3931076518862566787?l=absolut-liebe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YukiAngelittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04982937306172225783noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801435116423621344.post-11100256124605520362011-02-02T03:28:00.001+08:002011-02-02T03:33:24.662+08:00<span id="goog_182681571"></span><span id="goog_182681572"></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B334HSOQV0M/TUheRrX1pPI/AAAAAAAABKE/qxHpLXsnrWs/s1600/166471_492165951547_525851547_6619504_2920072_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="264" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B334HSOQV0M/TUheRrX1pPI/AAAAAAAABKE/qxHpLXsnrWs/s400/166471_492165951547_525851547_6619504_2920072_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br />Okayyyyy, so while the pictures for the shopping week is being uploaded, I shall BLOG.<br />I've been organizing my files and Ipod.<br />And converting videos. Its a chore but its worth it.<br /><br />So anyways, for CNY i'll be hiking Mount Ophir(<i>A.K.A Gunung Ledang</i>).<br />3 days 4 nights, whoop whoop. And did I tell you, I lost another kg?<br />I have to keep up the good work and not be lazy.<br />I hope this hiking tip will help me lose more weight and help me work off some of that saggy skin that I might have if I don't work out.<br />This will help cover up my 3 weeks absentee for Skools training.<br />I've been soo busy lately.<br />Preparing for this camping/hiking trip and making sure that my kuya's chalet is properly booked.<br />Whoaaaaa, such a choreeee.<br />So yes anyways, I've got loads to do today.<br />Washing, packing, charging and so much more.<br />I want to make sure I have everything.<br />And now, just before I leave i'm going to upload all the pictures I have and the overdue pictures I owe my friends:)<br />I hope this trip will be a blast. I really do.<br />I want to take this opportunity to take some really good pictures.<br />I'll be sure to post them when I get back alright:)<br /><br />However, I am excited to meet my lovelies next week.<br />Till then, Thursday to Sunday i'll be busy living with the nature.<br />I pray that god watches over my family and I and keep us safe up there.<br />4 ladies can be pretty scary in the pitch black forest.<br />I am pretty sad though that the filipino's boys backed out.<br />I was really looking forward to them coming:(<br />Well, I was quite sad also that my bestfriend couldn't make time for me, well for this trip. Was really hoping that she'd join me for this adventure.<br />Sometimes I feel like i've lost touch with all my bestfriends.<br />Nisa, Ashnee, Stephanie, Mariel. Everybody's just soo APART.<br />The only ones I have left are my Esai BBG's.<br />Sometimes I question myself if I even have any friends.<br />Love life is down the rubbish whole, crashing and burning.<br />Friendships are so distant.<br />What am I to do? Hmmm.<br />My guitar and family have been my bestfriend and company for these past few weeks.<br />I guess i'll just stick with them cause they're always around.<br /><br />So right, about the guitar.<br />I've been playing it for the past few days.<br />And I've been thinking of a name for her since FOREVER.<br />I was thinking of naming it after a Bershka the shop.<br />My guitar would be, BershKyyyy. K LAME, I know.<br />But its MY GUITAR, so my sukaaa la:)<br />Anyways, been practicing my bar chords and trying out new songs and practicing my strum patterns.<br />I'm going to shorten my nails so that I can do plucking:)<br />Okayyy, I think i'm going to wrap this up.<br />Prolly blog tomorrow before I leave:) Till then, goodnight world.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B334HSOQV0M/TUhfTi3TWDI/AAAAAAAABKI/497UA4zfKsQ/s1600/IMG_0961.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B334HSOQV0M/TUhfTi3TWDI/AAAAAAAABKI/497UA4zfKsQ/s320/IMG_0961.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;We make the stars looks like they're not shining.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B334HSOQV0M/TUhfa9rrnWI/AAAAAAAABKM/DDKXwDzKXtw/s1600/IMG_0962.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B334HSOQV0M/TUhfa9rrnWI/AAAAAAAABKM/DDKXwDzKXtw/s320/IMG_0962.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;I LOVE MY EAGLE WINGS RING:)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801435116423621344-1110025612460552036?l=absolut-liebe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YukiAngelittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04982937306172225783noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801435116423621344.post-14020813908538379332011-02-01T02:32:00.000+08:002011-02-01T02:32:34.241+08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B334HSOQV0M/TUbyKmp-duI/AAAAAAAABKA/yToRMNp-lrI/s1600/179468_490722171547_525851547_6597974_2744985_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B334HSOQV0M/TUbyKmp-duI/AAAAAAAABKA/yToRMNp-lrI/s400/179468_490722171547_525851547_6597974_2744985_n.jpg" width="266" /></a></div><br />Went out with my girlfriends the other day.<br />I had fun with them. But I still need to get skinny jeans and improvise it.<br />Well, Myra and Syida are gonna help me with that:)<br />And I have to get high waist jeans as well.<br />Well before that, I'm going to try to lose more weight.<br />More weight means smaller jeans:)<br />I got posted to Republic Polytechnic and I'm gonna be doing Micro &amp; Nanotechnology, School of Engineering:)<br />Pretty awesome huh? I get to do Math and Science again:)<br />Days have been passing pretty fast these days.<br />Someday's I don't know what to do.<br />I think i'll clear my closet later in the day and give away some of my clothes.<br />I want to sell them but my <i>tita</i> says its better to give.<br />I'm off to hike the mountain during the Chinese New Years.<br />I hope i'll have a good time. Its sad though that Leonard and the other filipino's aren't going.<br />I'm thinking of starting to paint again. Should I?<br />I might have some great idea's on what my art pieces should be.<br />All I have to do is buy the Daiso $2 Canvas and start to paint.<br />I'm glad that some people appreciate my art work.<br />There's just soo many things I'd like to do.<br /><b>Paint, write, blog, jog, play the guitar, sing, write songs, date, fall in love, clean(</b><i>YES I KNOW ITS WEIRD</i><b>), party, cry, laugh, shop for things, hang out.</b><br /><b><br /></b><br />These days I don't know who would actually want to listen to me.<br />I just want to do soo many things but there's soo many things people won't do with me.<br />I wish holidays were packed with things to do.<br />I've got to start saving up money and stop wasting it.<br />I should cash in the money <i>nanay</i> just gave me or else I'm sure that it'll disappear.<br />Its soo late into the night now and I should prolly go to bed soon.<br />So, until I have anymore adventures, GOODNIGHT:)<br /><br /><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"><b><i>In the mourning i'll rise and in the mourning I'll let you die..</i></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"><b><i>In the mourn.. All my worries..</i></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"><b><i>Now there's nothing but time thats wasted.</i></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"><b><i>And words that have no back-bone.</i></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"><b><i>And now it seems like the whole worlds waiting.</i></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"><b><i>Can you hear the.. Echoes fading.. &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; - Paramore, In the mourning.</i></b></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801435116423621344-1402081390853837933?l=absolut-liebe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YukiAngelittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04982937306172225783noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801435116423621344.post-83415001440296568032011-01-26T01:20:00.001+08:002011-01-26T01:20:25.274+08:00<p class="formspringmeAnswer">Yeah I am, why? I'd rather be called a loser than do something foolish and unprepared just so i'd regret it for the rest of my life later. No pressure:) I'd like to take things according to my pace:)</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://www.formspring.me/YUKIangelitto?utm_medium=social&utm_source=blogger&utm_campaign=shareanswer">Ask me anything</a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801435116423621344-8341500144029656803?l=absolut-liebe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YukiAngelittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04982937306172225783noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801435116423621344.post-83346908432848984762011-01-24T00:16:00.001+08:002011-01-24T00:16:53.161+08:00<p class="formspringmeAnswer">Thanks stranger:) Yeah. people do but I'm pretty fortunate that I have great friends who help me through it. They don't tease me and they don't condemn me for my decisions instead they work through it with me. Helping me overcome my insecurities. I still have a hard time sometimes. Like I said, sometimes when I feel I've eaten too much I tend to starve myself for a few days or so just so I feel like I've lost whatever I have gained but hopefully with time, I'd be able to stop the habit.</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://formspring.me/YUKIangelitto?utm_medium=social&utm_source=blogger&utm_campaign=shareanswer">Ask me anything</a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801435116423621344-8334690843284898476?l=absolut-liebe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YukiAngelittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04982937306172225783noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801435116423621344.post-7238636261166352002011-01-23T00:54:00.001+08:002011-01-23T00:54:07.456+08:00<p class="formspringmeAnswer">I would say Musician.<br />Why not great athlete? Well because when I grow old I won't be able to eg. run as fast as I could when I was younger, I wouldn't be able to do what I love until my last breath.<br />Why not an artist? I fear the loss of inspiration. The loss of touch with art, with the instruments used.<br /><br />And why a musician? Well, because even if I grow old, I'd still get to do what I love. I could still sing, and if I lose my voice and became mute? I could still have that piece of music or tune in my head to keep me alive and in touch with the thing I love.<br /><br />That's just my opinion I guess.</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://formspring.me/YUKIangelitto?utm_medium=social&utm_source=blogger&utm_campaign=shareanswer">Ask me anything</a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801435116423621344-723863626116635200?l=absolut-liebe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YukiAngelittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04982937306172225783noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801435116423621344.post-48852697031090814562011-01-22T14:21:00.001+08:002011-01-22T14:21:48.276+08:00<p class="formspringmeAnswer">I'm not going to mention how much but definitely enough to get into a course that I'm interested in and enough to get into the Polytechnic that I want:)</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://formspring.me/YUKIangelitto?utm_medium=social&utm_source=blogger&utm_campaign=shareanswer">Ask me anything</a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801435116423621344-4885269703109081456?l=absolut-liebe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YukiAngelittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04982937306172225783noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801435116423621344.post-80693688708990827652011-01-20T23:08:00.001+08:002011-01-20T23:08:25.628+08:00<p class="formspringmeAnswer">No, I manage to get out of it though sometimes bad habits still kick in. Like starving myself &amp; overworking my body. I've learned to have more self control and are trying other better and healthier ways to lose weight.</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://formspring.me/YUKIangelitto?utm_medium=social&utm_source=blogger&utm_campaign=shareanswer">Ask me anything</a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801435116423621344-8069368870899082765?l=absolut-liebe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YukiAngelittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04982937306172225783noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801435116423621344.post-23553570604946279862011-01-20T02:49:00.003+08:002011-01-20T15:56:31.733+08:00<object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/v2bOt-QASEk?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/v2bOt-QASEk?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><b>"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">You ask for forgiveness, you're asking too much.</span></span></b><br /><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;">For I have sheltered my heart in a place you can't touch.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;">I don't believe when you tell me your love is real.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;">Cause you don't know much about heaven boy if you have to hurt to feel.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.2px; line-height: 14px;">"</span></b><br />Some people may not appreciate singers/songs like these, but I beg to differ. I appreciate and love songs with meanings. Things I can relate to. So if you really take a listen and understand the song, you'd understand how I feel.<br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zb0x4_2xocY?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zb0x4_2xocY?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><b>"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 13px;">I can't see the stars anymore living here.</span></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;">Lets go to the hills where the outlines are clear.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;">Bring on the wonder, Bring on the song.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;">I pushed you down deep in my soul for too long.."</span></b></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801435116423621344-2355357060494627986?l=absolut-liebe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YukiAngelittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04982937306172225783noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801435116423621344.post-35750498521861796762011-01-20T02:27:00.001+08:002011-01-20T02:39:21.422+08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B334HSOQV0M/TTcfpI_ARQI/AAAAAAAABJ8/XfQLdKiGAoc/s1600/bisexual-dating.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B334HSOQV0M/TTcfpI_ARQI/AAAAAAAABJ8/XfQLdKiGAoc/s1600/bisexual-dating.jpg" /></a></div><br /><b><i>Secrets</i></b>.<br />Everybody has them.<br />Truth be told, I have loads of them.<br />Being open about some things are just not as easy.<br />I've been able to tell some of my really close girlfriends about my personal secrets &amp; I'm thankful for having great friends like them.<br />They don't neglect me for being me, <i><u>they accept me for who I am</u>.</i><br /><br />If you got the <i>picture </i>of what i've been trying to say, you'd understand.<br />I don't know what changed in me.<br />The rejection? The pain? The lies? The deceiving?<br />Somehow I feel that my past relationships have played a huge role on what changed in me now.<br />But I know that I won't stay like this forever but for now, this is the situation.<br />Talked to a couple of girlies today and it felt different. Slightly weird and I'm not going to deny it.<br />Is it because its something new to me?<br />A huge leap? I don't know but that's my guess.<br />It was quite alright but I can't help but look back at all the old messages from Chris, Brian and Justin.<br />They made me smile and think back of all the good times and all the great conversations and time spent with them.<br /><br />Let me see, Justin.<br />Hmm, Justin Justin.. He was always polite, kind, appreciative, soft-spoken and loving. He was just right. The one I fell head over heels with. The one I could feel comfortable with just being me. The perfect love. But I guess &nbsp;the perfect love couldn't last. Next thing I new, you just disappeared without a word. Somehow I knew it was coming. That <i>last hug</i> he gave me said it all but I guess I was hoping it wasn't true. He made me cry, <u><i>he pieced my broken heart just to break it again</i></u>. But I had no regrets with him, because when I was with him he made my days wonderful, happy.<br /><br />Brian, the sweet boy. The pampered one. The attention seeking &amp; seeking attention for love. He was just lovely. He was charming, good-looking, caring, funny, loving, a good listener, dorky, witty and adorable. I guess my &nbsp; &nbsp;tita was right about English boys, they're a true gentleman. But Brian &amp; I just couldn't work out, the distance and difference in time became a challenge. But he's still the best.<br /><br />Chris, I <b><i>loved</i></b> Chris and yes love is a strong word but Chris was just <b><i>perfect</i></b> ( Chris has already <i><u><b>surpass the word perfect</b></u></i>).<br />He was the family man type of guy. I like that ( no, I LOVE it). He was charming, cute, funny, kind, loving, full of compassion, warm, dorky, geeky, playful, sweet, a good listener, smart and appreciative. Chris made me feel like *Rihanna's song* the only girl in the world. Yes very cliche, but that's how he made me feel. He was always there to listen to all my weird theories, stupid/lame jokes and stories even though he had a 10 page essay to complete. He was always for the good of the world, for the good of the children. I loved that in him. He never failed to make me laugh/smile like an idiot in a room filled with silence. He made me feel comfortable in my own skin. Being the geek and dork that I am. I could just be me and be lame and he'd still find me cute and funny. He never once neglected me. He appreciated every morning text i sent him (S'pore midnight, Florida morning). He loved me for being real. He changed his phone just so his phone brand almost sounded like my name( weird boy ). He was the one guy I felt most emotionally connected with. He was not good looking and he did not have a well built body <b>BUT</b> his <b><u>heart</u></b>.. His heart was made so <b><u>pure</u></b>, so <b><u>big</u></b>, so <b><u>kind</u></b>, so <b><u>loving</u></b>. I know letting him go to do greater things was no mistake. <i>As hard as it was, I know it was right because holding him back would have just made me selfish</i>. I miss him the most and I still do. Its so hard to get hold of him now because he just has a whole life planned ahead of him and I don't know if he still feels the same about me.<br /><br /><br />You know, thinking about these <u><b>special and memorable</b></u> moments in my life really makes my eyes watery.<br />The joy, love, sorrow its brought to me. I truly miss them.<br />But the wise ones always say, "don't look back for it won't bring any good, so look forward."<br />People ask me, why are you still using blogger?<br />Well, my answer to that is, <b><i>I've got years, months, weeks, days of my life written in this blog</i></b>. Even if I wanted to to delete the bad times, I don't have the heart to because these are the <b><i>stories of my life</i></b>.<br /><b>My past, my present and my future.</b><br />I plan to always have this blog/book because <i>one day when blogger is obsolete and just about to shut down and I am old</i>, I'd like to read all the old stories and laugh, cry and smile about it.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801435116423621344-3575049852186179676?l=absolut-liebe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YukiAngelittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04982937306172225783noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801435116423621344.post-33901376979815278952011-01-19T00:44:00.001+08:002011-01-19T02:14:15.088+08:00Yesterday was a pretty awesome day. Had loads of fun with the people I went with. To be more specific, my family, neighbours/parents, Leonard, Paul &amp; Maya.<br />So yeah, here's how the whole night happened.<br />Called Lydia after work &amp; asked if she was going to CHIJMES with us.<br />So yeah, my mummy &amp; I waited for her to come back home.<br />We left home at about 8:30pm? And took a cab to CHIJMES.<br />We arrived at about 9pm or so but there weren't a lot of people then which was good.<br />And yesterday, nay allowed me to drink. HAAHAH.<br />Awesome or what? I got soo drunk last night.<br />Even Lydia had a good time, so yes last night was awesome.<br />I had a really good time. Dancing, drinking, laughing and just letting loose.<br />And besides there were some cute guys last night.<br />Prolly go there with Lydia again one of these days ;)<br />Here are some pictures from last night.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B334HSOQV0M/TTWzAHexU9I/AAAAAAAABJI/Mnw_j87I5B8/s1600/IMG_0748.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B334HSOQV0M/TTWzAHexU9I/AAAAAAAABJI/Mnw_j87I5B8/s320/IMG_0748.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B334HSOQV0M/TTW0W8g_6tI/AAAAAAAABJM/M2f585npp4c/s1600/IMG_0754.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B334HSOQV0M/TTW0W8g_6tI/AAAAAAAABJM/M2f585npp4c/s320/IMG_0754.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B334HSOQV0M/TTW8SkvtayI/AAAAAAAABJk/gJqFLTGz0AQ/s1600/IMG_0777.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B334HSOQV0M/TTW8SkvtayI/AAAAAAAABJk/gJqFLTGz0AQ/s320/IMG_0777.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B334HSOQV0M/TTW82TwyOTI/AAAAAAAABJo/MGqJHKrP_aI/s1600/IMG_0776.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B334HSOQV0M/TTW82TwyOTI/AAAAAAAABJo/MGqJHKrP_aI/s320/IMG_0776.JPG" width="212" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B334HSOQV0M/TTW9yHBH2_I/AAAAAAAABJs/QnQOpjVncK8/s1600/IMG_0779.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B334HSOQV0M/TTW9yHBH2_I/AAAAAAAABJs/QnQOpjVncK8/s320/IMG_0779.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B334HSOQV0M/TTW_pBoIn_I/AAAAAAAABJw/LL0s1pc18bE/s1600/IMG_0782.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B334HSOQV0M/TTW_pBoIn_I/AAAAAAAABJw/LL0s1pc18bE/s320/IMG_0782.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B334HSOQV0M/TTXCgMX-rVI/AAAAAAAABJ4/UHxnUNs6iN8/s1600/IMG_0801.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B334HSOQV0M/TTXCgMX-rVI/AAAAAAAABJ4/UHxnUNs6iN8/s320/IMG_0801.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B334HSOQV0M/TTXAfHZLViI/AAAAAAAABJ0/x6FtOP1_5dc/s1600/IMG_0784.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B334HSOQV0M/TTXAfHZLViI/AAAAAAAABJ0/x6FtOP1_5dc/s320/IMG_0784.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />So yeah that's some of the pictures from last night:)<br />The place is pretty awesome actually.<br />Awesome place and surrounded with awesome people just makes the perfect night.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801435116423621344-3390137697981527895?l=absolut-liebe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YukiAngelittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04982937306172225783noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801435116423621344.post-63657317460267614272011-01-18T17:00:00.001+08:002011-01-18T17:00:24.342+08:00<p class="formspringmeAnswer">IDKKKK. Must ask.</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://formspring.me/YUKIangelitto?utm_medium=social&utm_source=blogger&utm_campaign=shareanswer">Ask me anything</a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801435116423621344-6365731746026761427?l=absolut-liebe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YukiAngelittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04982937306172225783noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801435116423621344.post-34788343966043995462011-01-17T02:09:00.001+08:002011-01-17T02:09:45.116+08:00<p class="formspringmeAnswer">YESSSSS B:( I'm sooo lazy to work. OKAYYY SET! Let me know kayyy :D</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://formspring.me/YUKIangelitto?utm_medium=social&utm_source=blogger&utm_campaign=shareanswer">Ask me anything</a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801435116423621344-3478834396604399546?l=absolut-liebe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YukiAngelittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04982937306172225783noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801435116423621344.post-3254969939179198862011-01-16T23:50:00.001+08:002011-01-16T23:50:04.916+08:00<p class="formspringmeAnswer">Yes, most definitely. I miss the awesome and memorable moments. But as much as I miss those moments, I'm sure there are many more awesome moments to come:)</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://formspring.me/YUKIangelitto?utm_medium=social&utm_source=blogger&utm_campaign=shareanswer">Ask me anything</a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801435116423621344-325496993917919886?l=absolut-liebe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YukiAngelittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04982937306172225783noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801435116423621344.post-29876703499879979372011-01-16T16:40:00.001+08:002011-01-16T16:40:48.073+08:00<p class="formspringmeAnswer">HELLO! K bye:)</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://formspring.me/YUKIangelitto?utm_medium=social&utm_source=blogger&utm_campaign=shareanswer">Ask me anything</a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801435116423621344-2987670349987997937?l=absolut-liebe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YukiAngelittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04982937306172225783noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801435116423621344.post-58861318532023835642011-01-15T01:30:00.001+08:002011-01-15T01:30:17.686+08:00<p class="formspringmeAnswer">EEEEEEEEEEEEE, NOOO WAYYY! I cuterrrrr:) hehe. k bye! &lt;3 you</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://formspring.me/YUKIangelitto?utm_medium=social&utm_source=blogger&utm_campaign=shareanswer">Ask me anything</a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801435116423621344-5886131853202383564?l=absolut-liebe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YukiAngelittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04982937306172225783noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801435116423621344.post-45005313786257978942011-01-04T02:36:00.001+08:002011-01-04T02:36:44.917+08:00<p class="formspringmeAnswer">It use to be open to the public but I didn't think anybody reads my blog.</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://formspring.me/YUKIangelitto?utm_medium=social&utm_source=blogger&utm_campaign=shareanswer">Ask me anything</a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801435116423621344-4500531378625797894?l=absolut-liebe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YukiAngelittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04982937306172225783noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801435116423621344.post-7667300072317751252011-01-03T13:24:00.001+08:002011-01-03T13:24:13.472+08:00<p class="formspringmeAnswer">thanks stranger:)</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://formspring.me/YUKIangelitto?utm_medium=social&utm_source=blogger&utm_campaign=shareanswer">Ask me anything</a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801435116423621344-766730007231775125?l=absolut-liebe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YukiAngelittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04982937306172225783noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801435116423621344.post-37634543849144964292011-01-02T22:46:00.000+08:002011-01-02T22:46:18.331+08:00Ohh yes, 2011.<br />I've been having a good couple of days in this last week.<br />Wednesday was a good day, I had a good training.<br />Well I was late because work got extended but overall I had a good training.<br />Apart from the falling that is. Well, it was super silly why I fell.<br />Make a guess? The girls and a few guys laughed at me a please.<br />I tripped over my own stupid shoe.<br />Nobody pushed me, nobody bumped into me, I TRIPPED OVER A SHOE.<br />And bruised my right knee.<br />Super dumb right? Yeah well the girls laughed at me and I swear they won't let me forget it.<br />So anyways, Dania was over at Pasir Ris until yesterday late afternoon.<br />AWWW, I miss that little monster soo much.<br />Then in the evening I had a friendly with SIM at SIM.<br />Well saw Angela there, its been soo long.<br />She's definitely gain some weight.<br /><br />Anyways, the eve of New Years day was a memorable one with me.<br />I had the best of both worlds in fact.<br />Woke up on the eve of New Years and had my breakfast.<br />After that, I went over to Lydia's place and Barrison and Gajan was there.<br />Spent the whole day at Lydia's house and karaoke and watched movies.<br />Barrison and Gajan fell asleep of course.<br />By evening, Lisa came over and then we headed out to Sheng Shiong at Loyang Point.<br />Barrison and Gajan went home while Lisa, Lydia and I went to Loyang Point.<br />I had to buy shrimp paste and Lydia bought Liquor for the night.<br />Theeban was coming over to spend New Years with Lydia.<br />Afterwards when we came back to Lydia's place, Lisa had to go off to meet the guys first and I had to go home.<br />Lydia was cooking for Theeban and I was going to spend New Years with my family at one of the pubs in Changi Village.<br />It went pretty well:) Enjoyed myself.<br />After pubbing with the family, we went back home.<br />And I went over to Lydia's too meet up with Theeban and Lydia.<br />After that we went to Lisa's place and partied.<br />Partied and got drunk and dance like the night can never end.<br />Got back to Lydia's place and slept in till 6 plus when I decided to go back home and sleep instead.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801435116423621344-3763454384914496429?l=absolut-liebe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YukiAngelittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04982937306172225783noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801435116423621344.post-6753208804407395322010-12-24T21:36:00.001+08:002010-12-24T21:36:49.124+08:00<p class="formspringmeAnswer">Thank you very much, Merry Christmas &amp; a soon to be Happy New Year to you tooo:)</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://formspring.me/YUKIangelitto?utm_medium=social&utm_source=blogger&utm_campaign=shareanswer">Ask me anything</a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801435116423621344-675320880440739532?l=absolut-liebe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YukiAngelittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04982937306172225783noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801435116423621344.post-76684451969100789922010-12-24T11:13:00.001+08:002010-12-24T11:13:10.730+08:00<p class="formspringmeAnswer">To me what is most important when selecting a course is my interest in it. I want to take a course that I actually enjoy. Something of my own personal interest and then comes the career opportunities. The world is ever changing, so to be smart, I'd like the course to be something that is relevant in this present day/future. Lastly, then comes money.</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://formspring.me/YUKIangelitto?utm_medium=social&utm_source=blogger&utm_campaign=shareanswer">Ask me anything</a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801435116423621344-7668445196910078992?l=absolut-liebe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YukiAngelittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04982937306172225783noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801435116423621344.post-25113154933444426332010-12-19T18:04:00.001+08:002010-12-19T18:04:31.300+08:00<p class="formspringmeAnswer">Yes it has my brothaa, yes it has:)</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://formspring.me/YUKIangelitto?utm_medium=social&utm_source=blogger&utm_campaign=shareanswer">Ask me anything</a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801435116423621344-2511315493344442633?l=absolut-liebe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YukiAngelittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04982937306172225783noreply@blogger.com0