tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79892601031361783262024-02-22T13:59:27.709+08:00The Future Is UnwrittenUnspoken Lieyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08776226196629264295noreply@blogger.comBlogger466125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7989260103136178326.post-29137617088988373222013-07-25T02:49:00.001+08:002013-07-25T02:49:50.010+08:00To Complicate Things, Just How We Roll<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGlFWfwrMg52zf7-HM0ics6f631KewOUkncXT9uS8RXCJh9WGb8VPji2m_06pYuhoU_luQ_5qSqzMPa_NMKQjBzWZbfkMLrMGL-E7oK60STfRkYvUPo15Hr1EInfoVW81nq7cJw0EWOGS0/s1600/large+(3).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGlFWfwrMg52zf7-HM0ics6f631KewOUkncXT9uS8RXCJh9WGb8VPji2m_06pYuhoU_luQ_5qSqzMPa_NMKQjBzWZbfkMLrMGL-E7oK60STfRkYvUPo15Hr1EInfoVW81nq7cJw0EWOGS0/s400/large+(3).jpg" /></a></div>
Nothing much I want to say over the things we've been through. A year and above, I had enough. Enough of your rude, disrepectful attitude and everything. Sorry tends to lose its power and love dont grow higher anymore. Farewell , for sure. Unspoken Lieyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08776226196629264295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7989260103136178326.post-39631390427994962912013-06-02T01:06:00.000+08:002013-06-02T01:08:51.056+08:00Pausing In The Middle Of Our Chapters <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieUfWXBzxxSd2Z0E4MmSpFwleXVmV9pLcRrVmmzZOx8B8YZcd9o0DMmgwo8TBwKiJIz_vt5LZAszEvFuIDjycqMT6IVawef2Fxb-CHmegsStKVJu6ML5gwqMk7jN64oDj34Ii1ATs1ddrJ/s1600/b.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieUfWXBzxxSd2Z0E4MmSpFwleXVmV9pLcRrVmmzZOx8B8YZcd9o0DMmgwo8TBwKiJIz_vt5LZAszEvFuIDjycqMT6IVawef2Fxb-CHmegsStKVJu6ML5gwqMk7jN64oDj34Ii1ATs1ddrJ/s320/b.jpg" /></a>
</br>They dont know about how we fall for each other, how we feel for each other.
They dont know about how you already cheer up my cheerless day. They dont know about the way you pull me in just to comfort me after awful fights. They dont know how it feels to be riding this wild rollercoaster. They dont know about how you still refused to feed me foods cause I dont like to be feed. They dont know how it feels like to play hide and seek in mall when one of us is sulking. They dont know how it feels like to be able to see ourselves in someone's eyes. No, they dont undertand this unfinished beautiful wreckless love story of ours.
</br>Because they, they dont see what I see in you .
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</br>Go to hell with for every time I give my heart and for every time we fall apart.
</br>Untuk masa dan peluang yang masih ada,
</br>Untuk hati yang masih belum mati,
</br>Untuk rasa yang belum pernah rasa nak pergi.
</br>For that, shall we work it out again, hardly.Unspoken Lieyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08776226196629264295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7989260103136178326.post-32261917093663472662013-06-01T04:41:00.001+08:002013-06-01T13:57:02.237+08:00The Faults In Our Stars<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX2fLuJSefKv1d3suZUbYuaTqe36lo8WbpQhj9lpDKeXuFY2QILj8nuEjktoCoMjEbi2sbPtQijBQmbTzDBGrKRoVy1qR1NKjr3EJNUc429qkLWfFAc4mzdkP-KwW3UeJN0TlGxjXFCTc7/s1600/dsd.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX2fLuJSefKv1d3suZUbYuaTqe36lo8WbpQhj9lpDKeXuFY2QILj8nuEjktoCoMjEbi2sbPtQijBQmbTzDBGrKRoVy1qR1NKjr3EJNUc429qkLWfFAc4mzdkP-KwW3UeJN0TlGxjXFCTc7/s320/dsd.jpg" /></a>
</br>I remember each of single thing about us, how we yell each other, how I chasing you in the middle of mall, how we interlocked our fingers in cinema, the way I put my arms around you, the way you kiss me goodbye everytime its time for us to go home, the first time you told me that i look prettier w/out make up, the way you make silly faces and laugh at my jokes. yI Baby, it was all beautiful. I still love us, you. But i didnt see the effort. Then why would I stay ? We have reached a year, why is it has to end this way ? Why dont you looking for me, once again, like before ? I guess that I have no values to you anymore. Im sorry for the way Im pushing you away. Im hurts. Really does. Why did you have to put the blame on me if I dont have time for us. In your case, I tak cakap banyak Just waiting for you to make time. And why did you have to mention my past? You knw Ive been thru awful life kan. The last words you said. Pains baby, just pain. Why wouldnt you say sorry and make things right ? Is it too much to ask for word 'sorry'? Okay, I get it. I get it if you dont want this anymore. I get it honey. Unspoken Lieyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08776226196629264295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7989260103136178326.post-40881479468519442322013-05-27T13:04:00.000+08:002013-05-27T13:08:13.268+08:00Dont You Worry , Heaven Got Plans For You
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</br>Even for how many times it hurts, we will always hold a string of hope because we are all have that sweetest memories we scared to loose.
<br/>I come in conclusion that we as teens, with naivety heart , tend not to think long or twice.
<br/>That's the reason why people tend to say harsh words easily when anger hits them. They dont think what other side will feel, how much it will effects them. <br/>The irony thing is, we always remind ourselves that everything happens for a reason.
And I learnt that nobody really appreciate when you sacrificed lots for em , open up for em and giving in too much for that person. They will forget, eventually. I knew it was such a fault to let my guards down.Unspoken Lieyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08776226196629264295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7989260103136178326.post-46709610559916462702013-05-02T12:32:00.001+08:002013-05-02T12:32:31.017+08:00Part of Me That Still Alive<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCZ_2DrhSTnDPuiK7R-HUCTN0LqO45wUFhzLVh2WobGPUL530PNecXL-Jx5IQOquFkzgQGEo9TSyG2vJcBO4IKYzzy40Z3D_VQE5ddGRTzRlLW1spTCYSXupghiDsHzNWGjkRbFE5Z7da4/s1600/936716_10200992939407720_561978212_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCZ_2DrhSTnDPuiK7R-HUCTN0LqO45wUFhzLVh2WobGPUL530PNecXL-Jx5IQOquFkzgQGEo9TSyG2vJcBO4IKYzzy40Z3D_VQE5ddGRTzRlLW1spTCYSXupghiDsHzNWGjkRbFE5Z7da4/s320/936716_10200992939407720_561978212_n.jpg" /></a>
</br>I have seen better days but I also have been thru the worst days. </br>I dont get everything I want but I do have amazing people around me, that love me for who I am. </br>My love life is full w hard times but it teach me how to be strong than before.</br> I woke up with some aches & pains but they arent be able to knock me down. </br>My life isnt perfect, but I am perfectly blessed. </br>Thanks Allah for this blessing life.
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<br/>People say when it comes to love, men will always find time in his busy life to make contact with his girl, just to make sure the girl feel like being appreciated, just to make sure the relationship on the right track.<br/> People say that gentlemen treat their girl like a princess and make them feel like lady. <br/>People say real men will always put you first in everything. <br/>And they also say, men will not repeat the mistakes if he truly loves you.
<br/>But they are wrong. <br/>
<br/>Or maybe Im wrong or maybe he isnt the real one, or maybe he just dont truly in love with me ? Perhaps.
<br/>xoxo,
<br/>the girl who truly dumbly in love with you, A .Unspoken Lieyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08776226196629264295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7989260103136178326.post-26461901568683597972013-04-21T23:00:00.000+08:002013-04-21T23:00:02.439+08:00Your Head Is Running Wild<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIBB5Bo9QSIQcOriL8JiRIjBod_OeJ-FTbGW0PRMRNQRMqrPO2WzZaW77WEIymRXTxEcGrhlPUzv-lsNBar8GbS5nqTuOmxUi_p2khvu8KxN_CzyVGbHQ9tHbjIS5itSk7_8InYigR7PLc/s1600/large.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIBB5Bo9QSIQcOriL8JiRIjBod_OeJ-FTbGW0PRMRNQRMqrPO2WzZaW77WEIymRXTxEcGrhlPUzv-lsNBar8GbS5nqTuOmxUi_p2khvu8KxN_CzyVGbHQ9tHbjIS5itSk7_8InYigR7PLc/s320/large.jpg" /></a>
<br/>I hate it when boys didnt appreciate their girlf , even for those little thing. I hate it when boys start to humiliate by saying those sarcasm words on social network. Cant you even imagine how does it make girls feel ? YEs, you will never understand. You have your own big ego not girl's soft heart.
<br/>And at one fine day when they're talking at any other guys, I mean talking not flirting , get it ?
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<br/>Pardon me , Im in my frustrating moment. I still wondering how could it come this way. I hate it every time you acted un-matured and turn out to be holy jerk. I hate it when Im giving in two much, but you cant see it. I hate it when everything goes wrong. No, I dont want to accept this reality.
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<br/>I've been through, I learnt, I built walls that only you can climb it. And now, Im happy with the warmth of your love. And all above this, they are only my old feeling I got long time agoUnspoken Lieyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08776226196629264295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7989260103136178326.post-41719725085344936002013-04-20T14:04:00.001+08:002013-04-20T14:07:19.487+08:00Everyday Is a New Beginning
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<br/>Whats up ! So its been a while I know. Damn Im so lack of idea to write yet so busy with college life. I guess I just broke my record for not blogging nowadays because I used to post my writing everyday.
<br/>To be truth, I miss to write those random stuff and life story but I dont have time for that. Plus, I miss drawing though. Its been a while. I think I lost my creativeness ergh.
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<br/>Okay, so far, what I can say is life has been so good to me despite the fact that im goin hard phase in life which is relate to study few months ago. But now, everything is alright. Now, Im in the middle of sem break. Got two months off until June.
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<br/>A bad new is , we're moving again ! *sigh Unspoken Lieyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08776226196629264295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7989260103136178326.post-9858834945319656572013-02-11T01:17:00.000+08:002013-02-11T01:20:07.454+08:00I Remember It All Too Well
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<br />For the man that steals my heart,
<br />I love and so deeply in love with you , A ,
<br />To the Moon and back .
<br />From Earth to Mars.
<br />Beyond infinity.
<br />My love still stand there.
<br />Here I am apologized for what had happened .
<br />Here I am , saying thankyou for everything you shared ; happiness and tears.
<br />Here I am, feeling regrets over my sacrifice.
<br />Farewell my forever sunshine .Unspoken Lieyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08776226196629264295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7989260103136178326.post-59823405529305833832013-02-10T15:59:00.002+08:002013-02-11T01:21:16.978+08:00Definitely Sick and Crazy
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Fuck up when you're giving her high expectation. <br />Fuck up when you're putting her in hard times . <br />Fuck up when you didn't contact her a whole fucking day. <br />Fuck up when you are all fine and just asking, "what happened ?". <br />Fuck up when you didnt realized your faults. <br />Fuck up when you have time and can access to the connection for just onlining but didn't say anything word to her . <br />Go fuck yourself as you are treating her like shit .
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<br />Tell you what, I hate that I feel unwanted and unworthy.
Basically, I hate that I received a ton of shit after I gave everything.
<br />I hate it so much it hurts my inner self.
<br />Fuck you *point the middle finger if you're reading this.Unspoken Lieyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08776226196629264295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7989260103136178326.post-21198944713613199432012-12-14T23:57:00.001+08:002012-12-14T23:57:05.206+08:00You're Inspiring Me
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I love the idea of drawing . It is an art of relaxation therapy . Contains with messages and deep meanings , a beautiful expression comes from our inner thoughts . How much it inspired others to create . And that 'others' could be you too .Unspoken Lieyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08776226196629264295noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7989260103136178326.post-79358116539555650652012-12-01T21:28:00.000+08:002012-12-01T21:28:00.116+08:00Way Too Deep Baby
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On that day , I saw you as a stranger . I dont know why but you attracted myself so much . But I dont even think about of knowing you, having your number or more than that . No , not at all . I just adored you from far . Somehow , we have related friends that in the end made us know each other . I didnt expect this . I really loves your existence . I do and this mean nothing . I love having you as friend , that's all.</br>
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That night , four of us decided to over night , went to Castle Restaurant , the one that stated near Time Square . The first time we ever talk . But it seems to me like I'm the one who keep silent and we agreed on that . That is bcause I am too shy , turn out being hopeless speechless that I've never been all my life before . I cant even look directly into your eyes . Why ? The best part is when I talk to our friend , I caught you looking at me . Realised that I relieved a sigh of satisfy .</br>
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I dont have any idea how this can happened , Im trying to avoid but I am attached . This attachment is making me sick . The more I run , the closer you get to myself . The more I lie about out of credit , but your status saying about me make me melting . So , tell me how to stop this shit ? I just hope this is just a felling of mine due to loneliness and not permanent bcause I got one heart to take care of .
</br>I come to have a little fun but I am trapped . Boo me !Unspoken Lieyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08776226196629264295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7989260103136178326.post-66032812475506436772012-12-01T18:08:00.001+08:002012-12-01T18:08:18.052+08:00Loving him Was Red - ed - ed - ed<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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It has been ages . What the hell I've been doing all this time ? Seems like I lost passion in writing . Can you help me get it back ?
It is good to spend weekend at home while everyone leave me the fuck alone as my family went to hometown for 4 days , I guess . And I wasn't allowed to come as I got many classes on Monday . This saddens me a bit , just a bit cs I still got the car and friends tee - hee . Ohh and andd I just finished my sem break , and yeah it was all fun and it turn out that I spent watching Breakind Dawn Part 2 with my bestfriend from Adni School; Hazreeni ! and the rest couldnt make it :( .
Despite all of this friendship things, there's someone trying to knock at the door . and I couldnt help it but just to smile to every each of his action . I am stuck . Really . Why did it always end like this ?Unspoken Lieyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08776226196629264295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7989260103136178326.post-40747758456484430242012-10-25T00:40:00.001+08:002012-10-25T00:43:40.539+08:00How Infinite Love Makes You Feel
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I found myself at crossroad. <br/>
I figured out. <br/>
I figured out you and me. <br/>
Silently telling you ; I love us . I love you .Unspoken Lieyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08776226196629264295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7989260103136178326.post-7092907934953254912012-08-25T11:50:00.004+08:002012-10-25T00:43:15.241+08:00Then Live With MeHye folks .<br />Its been a while . Im way too busy dealing with fun and joy as it's Eid Celebration :D<br />So I think , Im just not too little too late to wish Selamat Hari Raya for those muslims out there :)Im apologize for all my words and doings Ive been said for the past one year . Hellyeah , went back to my hometown for a week and Im gonna be back to KL today after my parents finish their meeting . It saddens me somehow I had to go back to hectic life which is collage life full of assignments etc . It is fucking killing me ya know *sigh . Time flies so fast . My Raya spent so well with the existence of friends and loved one . 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6jDyLlYlYm4SqvA_c_YasqBLKx7VCoI_Fe0bcAhTm6pE5WehWacBsnRfXjUUeZt8oJ2lWSDMYXHSnjY6qcIVkHcaYqOk1FxUck2wrjbYvsWzIM6ImtCMRWogh2n6hrXZiowdvfL4oib4K/s400/252998_489999097696139_1128156113_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5780455850805218322" /></a><br />Unspoken Lieyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08776226196629264295noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7989260103136178326.post-19515592964704442422012-08-18T05:23:00.002+08:002012-08-18T05:29:45.357+08:00Fucked UpKadang kita terasa dengan orang , bukannya dia tahu .<br />Nak kata bodoh , belajar tinggi . Mungkin pengalaman yg sikit . <br />Hakikatnya kita sendiri end up dengan merana . <br />But it is surprisingly enough that we still want to continue and we found it; there is no other way out to get over it . Funny isnt it ?Unspoken Lieyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08776226196629264295noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7989260103136178326.post-20007921032040481312012-08-01T00:02:00.001+08:002012-08-01T00:02:00.258+08:00White Roses<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGxUIA8mwvZaWN5CSZtGt5S1IHW7fmkl_iJ_5MhA5PFxMQNzD_SFQDrk4iuJd1p-HsmSTvtJ2s-HzK37ZfxNPt4i_IkwPF8ZTzgaZdMDpvKICclxBBgs1TPu-TchCyvGkcCcrLTG1m_0gp/s1600/524154_456003827755089_519655664_n_large.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGxUIA8mwvZaWN5CSZtGt5S1IHW7fmkl_iJ_5MhA5PFxMQNzD_SFQDrk4iuJd1p-HsmSTvtJ2s-HzK37ZfxNPt4i_IkwPF8ZTzgaZdMDpvKICclxBBgs1TPu-TchCyvGkcCcrLTG1m_0gp/s400/524154_456003827755089_519655664_n_large.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5771256933236448546" /></a><br />Someone like you exactly did not exist .<br />There is only mine , one in a trillion .<br />So I blow a kiss from the middle of the sea ,<br />Wishing you a very sweet dreams , love .<br /><br />Welcome August :)Unspoken Lieyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08776226196629264295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7989260103136178326.post-15467441076396368762012-07-30T22:58:00.009+08:002012-07-30T23:45:35.406+08:00Your Presence Lingers In Me<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw95pJf6OaKIULE1pdhLmal6TiVxP1QB-y_uKUV089G95i2qir8fQwn6tL1oEU5knkGUkUwBgOHXOJbfjUK5AFlnPIOYpqE-eYyMO6K_XLK6naXFNNvcY5LxpEasqRG2RA3S9xoA9mLZCC/s1600/1332970026386984_large.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw95pJf6OaKIULE1pdhLmal6TiVxP1QB-y_uKUV089G95i2qir8fQwn6tL1oEU5knkGUkUwBgOHXOJbfjUK5AFlnPIOYpqE-eYyMO6K_XLK6naXFNNvcY5LxpEasqRG2RA3S9xoA9mLZCC/s400/1332970026386984_large.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5770989159875960610" /></a><br /><br />Do you ever feel that you love someone to the core that you could forgive all their mistakes ? You start to take care of each other heart and avoid from getting hurt or hurting them . Human beings are imperfect , human makes mistake , we know that . That's why you tend to forgive , you accept all their weakness . Even it is not the first mistake they had done , you still choose to go on . Yeah I know , it's all bcause the person matter the most . Even if you're hurt , you still choose to stay in a rough time . You rather choose to forgive them than leaving them . Who can stand loosing someone ? Same goes to me , I totally do not have a strength to walk away from someone I love . <br /><br />But remember , even love grow stronger in your heart , you have to know your worth too . Dont be a fool . You dont deserve to be hurt by the same mistakes constantly . Maybe it's not your time yet , everyone deserve happiness . And on the other and , it is true when you love someone you will accept their flaws and weakness . But till when ? Sometimes , things get better within changing .<br /><br />Sebagaimana one of the blogger says , <br />"Memang, ada manusia akan memaafkan segala salah silap kau. Menerima segala baik buruk kau, sebab dia sayang kau. Tapi, kadang kadang, manusia tu berharap agar kau berubah dan cuba hargai dia seadanya. Macam mana dia cuba hargai kau by not walking away and forgive you for the things you've done wrong" .Unspoken Lieyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08776226196629264295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7989260103136178326.post-10796361869388954342012-07-30T22:09:00.008+08:002012-07-30T22:18:23.333+08:00It's A Constant Battle<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYPlBYAZPDB5jiNkFmBMpZHHrHbVtCykGqdINDYUMTa45BLbefb4G7ryDhRHCUO45RZAgkLKyR4kL7l2129YlVNusIQ8zTvsuDrpPd_4As88OPHcADyIs8R1Ep-Q-royQJjgtdl6671wLv/s1600/Ay6hePMCYAE6YgH_large.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYPlBYAZPDB5jiNkFmBMpZHHrHbVtCykGqdINDYUMTa45BLbefb4G7ryDhRHCUO45RZAgkLKyR4kL7l2129YlVNusIQ8zTvsuDrpPd_4As88OPHcADyIs8R1Ep-Q-royQJjgtdl6671wLv/s400/Ay6hePMCYAE6YgH_large.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5770965089625304514" /></a><br /><br />Assignment tinggi gunung .<br />Hati parah tahan rindu .<br />Banyak benda tak settle .<br />Demi cita cita , aku korbankan bahagia .<br /><br />My mood swings . I miss my old life . It doesnt means I dont like now and didnt appreciate what I have now . I just want a long long holidayy with old friends .<br />Freedom is all the matter . No, I cant give up easily when times hard . I must fight for what I want .Unspoken Lieyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08776226196629264295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7989260103136178326.post-11498970718836159222012-07-29T16:40:00.001+08:002012-07-29T16:40:00.972+08:00I Will Never Forget The Day You Swore You Would Never Leave Me<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeAw8XndJYsmlVuamWi4PB8aNTyT1xhWnFWYgFm1I-deQOoKuxExPCKFEFRI4eXidFsqsek1_3hoikLmKdNUQlHpOtt2gpbfinFuL-HlS0kIEuXdZwPKRtr2MptZYV62tSB0A2LqhMX-3q/s1600/tumblr_m7uiydcBvM1rn06fto1_500_large.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeAw8XndJYsmlVuamWi4PB8aNTyT1xhWnFWYgFm1I-deQOoKuxExPCKFEFRI4eXidFsqsek1_3hoikLmKdNUQlHpOtt2gpbfinFuL-HlS0kIEuXdZwPKRtr2MptZYV62tSB0A2LqhMX-3q/s400/tumblr_m7uiydcBvM1rn06fto1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5770325157668376706" /></a><br /><br />Kau cakap aku berubah . Aku sedih .<br />Banyak yg bermain . Apa yang tidak cukup ? Ap lagi kekurangannya ?<br />In which way I make you feel horrible ? Tell me everything , so that I can fix it .<br />Aku reserved ruang yg banyak dlm hati untukkau . <br />And I try my best giving you the best . You blind .<br />Im sorry I cant be as you want me to be .<br /><br />Whatever you do wrong , I will always forgive . <br />All the weakness , I will always accept . Kekurangan tu kan bole baiki :)<br />Perempuan mana yang mampu bertahan seperti aku?<br />Cuba kau cari dalam seribu .Unspoken Lieyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08776226196629264295noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7989260103136178326.post-28672455019227480802012-07-29T04:38:00.001+08:002012-07-29T04:40:23.972+08:00The Soul<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLMtFfMQOSlq2ZBo_A6f_srXNpMPwHgM0wCFUcQDhVdKPUqToxPGccWaMIaRkeHAbeNZxviYfDhbuLTVMeHjLDvnHg1t7cTnHi7xZwS-Hlk1aitjIb4pCKqfZ-Gg-bbCF9Pn4muih56eyB/s1600/Couples-love-18523735-500-333_large_large.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLMtFfMQOSlq2ZBo_A6f_srXNpMPwHgM0wCFUcQDhVdKPUqToxPGccWaMIaRkeHAbeNZxviYfDhbuLTVMeHjLDvnHg1t7cTnHi7xZwS-Hlk1aitjIb4pCKqfZ-Gg-bbCF9Pn4muih56eyB/s400/Couples-love-18523735-500-333_large_large.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5770322467588795618" /></a><br />Dia pernah jatuh . Jatuh teruk , banyak kali . Semuanya koyak rabak bagai semua pasal dirinya tenggelam dalam perut bumi and from that day , she swore that she will never let herself be hurt like this . But love never know it ending . She try to avoid but she fails . She's afraid . Takut untuk menerima sakit lagi ; kerana cinta dia yang terlalu kuat untuk sang pria. Lebih kuat than she can imagine . Letting go may never be an option biar pun beribu jarak yang memisah.<br /><br />Hai sang pria pengarang jantungku,<br />Selamat bersahaur,<br />Semoga hari kau indah, <br />Aku cinta kau banyak banyak :)Unspoken Lieyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08776226196629264295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7989260103136178326.post-30938857256282012282012-07-28T03:30:00.003+08:002012-07-28T03:39:27.611+08:00Kamu , Bintang Yang Terangi Hidup<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHrlsSNrr4FKWzE1zP7NkrxF0bYjhrbetmvNPFwM8wWQ5pQWVzR3D6x2sByqN2ipz5VhIguUAWhjmh30-iL6nZFNW5Yau38oeuaWLeMGmjg3kimjp3SYzsZr96a5cVDaVEGU3Mkjoyc3N0/s1600/tumblr_m08grzOm3T1qcf42so1_500_large.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHrlsSNrr4FKWzE1zP7NkrxF0bYjhrbetmvNPFwM8wWQ5pQWVzR3D6x2sByqN2ipz5VhIguUAWhjmh30-iL6nZFNW5Yau38oeuaWLeMGmjg3kimjp3SYzsZr96a5cVDaVEGU3Mkjoyc3N0/s400/tumblr_m08grzOm3T1qcf42so1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5769935808170958258" /></a><br />Kalau boleh aku luahkan semuanya, biarkan hati yang berbicara; segala rasa ini disebabkan dia dan hati ini dipegang hanya dia seorang . Untuk setiap hari aku bangun dengan secebis kekuatan dan aku tidur dalam senyuman , untuk hari hari yang indah juga . Selamat malam cinta and thanks for everything .<br /><br />xoxo,<br />YoursUnspoken Lieyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08776226196629264295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7989260103136178326.post-27420823187900379372012-07-21T03:00:00.008+08:002012-07-21T03:52:59.010+08:00What if It Worth To Try and What if It Doesnt ?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhla6bloKBXmFROtxDsXVOlO46MSQw6RbGpAge-RKtu7jmpvHB3c9RHruHreyC96LdHJxohT5nKaLl4_oNGRwDA1RbCK-SAkplLfc18a6pRFFQciPnJOX-QI7CIPmUom9BM1y43usKPvbbg/s1600/428561_393056084085171_214114709_n_large.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhla6bloKBXmFROtxDsXVOlO46MSQw6RbGpAge-RKtu7jmpvHB3c9RHruHreyC96LdHJxohT5nKaLl4_oNGRwDA1RbCK-SAkplLfc18a6pRFFQciPnJOX-QI7CIPmUom9BM1y43usKPvbbg/s400/428561_393056084085171_214114709_n_large.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5767341648044343842" /></a><br /><br />No one ever say being in love is easy . Dont go searching for the definition of love . You wouldn't know until you experienced it . God give us test based on out ability to deal with it , He didnt give the test that we can not handle . Yes , being in love is such as heaven thing on earth especially when we get someone who we really wish for . All those butterflies in tummy , the feelings of getting high everyday , sparkling eyes and smile alone . What can I say ? You've been through it , you know how it feels , so fairytale ~<br />And I feel it now , I am truly happy and even sometimes how much I hate being so jealous . <br /><br />The hardest part is , when thing goes a little bit down; you lie in your bed in the dark in your room ; keep thinking whether to walk away or to try even harder to keep things strong . Someone said , manusia yang selalu kata sayang itu lah yang paling hebat dalam menyakiti hati kita . You feel hopeless and giving up is the best choice than keep receiving heartaches . Of course , Im one of those girls who have been through this situation , it is because of the phase saying ; like we had a clue . Yes , we did pinky promise , sharing everything , did anything together and plan the future LIKE WE HAD A CLUE . <br /><br />Insecurities and happiness at the same time . Because feelings can change in time . That is the worst thing ever . I know I cant take any pain no more but with him , Im willing to take a risk , everything in life need risk . I keep reminding my self; If it doesn't work , take it as a lesson . Use that lessons in your next relationship . It will heals somehow . As I said , test given based on our ability . Then , take a risk and be prepared .Unspoken Lieyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08776226196629264295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7989260103136178326.post-11064711564852917682012-07-15T23:00:00.005+08:002012-07-15T23:30:26.868+08:00Nothing Else Feels Right<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjWppU9rT3ZEQy5jrSwvTy7fxoEtZ6umcn36R9llnXrpjUBYDBxsXzIqqf4kchQYlpAIIB9YhAQ_6mMNWUhl3wuItmDmmV4M83dLYo4lfUIlehsrVgJ7x62eDEJZBi2xB_J4vN606TUB5d/s1600/4251910742_a8e4f1bc87.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjWppU9rT3ZEQy5jrSwvTy7fxoEtZ6umcn36R9llnXrpjUBYDBxsXzIqqf4kchQYlpAIIB9YhAQ_6mMNWUhl3wuItmDmmV4M83dLYo4lfUIlehsrVgJ7x62eDEJZBi2xB_J4vN606TUB5d/s400/4251910742_a8e4f1bc87.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5765418936329963106" /></a><br /><br /><br />I dont know how to express my love towards you , I maybe fails at describing it but only God knows what Im really want. After all what have you done & we've been through , it is not easy to let go as counting numbers . Question keeps attacking my brain searching for the answer . If separation is what you really looking for , Im willing as long as you happy with it even though I really want to be the reason why you feel happy . Remember , I dont run from you and I never want to . I walk away slowly baby and it kills me , cause you dont even care enough to stop me . You dont even CARE , not at all . You leave me hanging alone , I dont like silence treatment .<br /><br />Please dont love me if you cant love me well . Please dont say those 3 words if you dont want to fight for us . Please dont say those words that you're going to say sorry after that . Please dont begging for me cause you know my heart will always want you . Please dont giving any hope , I cant stand to get hurt even more . Im so tired of these thing it make me wanna give up . Please baby , if you cant love me well , treat me well , please just go . I think I rather be alone than being in a bad situation w you , I just cant even handle it anymore . Im not as strong as you think , dont you know that , my only one ? You're making me regrets slowly , whyyy ..Unspoken Lieyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08776226196629264295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7989260103136178326.post-81163194113922145042012-07-15T17:37:00.003+08:002012-07-15T18:06:05.376+08:00I Keep The Rythm For The Several Summer After<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-qlrPxYBFJFJgJyatiLuR2FPUNDL_UCxoezDezwHrq-IRVLsa3DuTbsyb28-cywAJtHl1zQkMLoyb_wqrbUmTEHLvviPsZ3KkPjQ0qGbTisIGklo8Vu_DcrzmbGgfI3nzLEUZ8QeBmzhN/s1600/6871640721_e1dbb0db29.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-qlrPxYBFJFJgJyatiLuR2FPUNDL_UCxoezDezwHrq-IRVLsa3DuTbsyb28-cywAJtHl1zQkMLoyb_wqrbUmTEHLvviPsZ3KkPjQ0qGbTisIGklo8Vu_DcrzmbGgfI3nzLEUZ8QeBmzhN/s400/6871640721_e1dbb0db29.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5765329783982273282" /></a><br /><br />Things become difficult for us though . It make me sick and it make me cry . Sometimes , it feels like stop from trying . Im sorry I couldn't be your dream girl . I’m sorry for all the hurt that I caused you. I don’t know what you ever saw in me, but I’m working on improving myself to become what you always knew I could be.Unspoken Lieyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08776226196629264295noreply@blogger.com0