tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31807306015849259972024-02-21T08:09:05.136-08:00wish upon a starSyahirah Roslyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04002049972768525716noreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180730601584925997.post-52009061885526153322014-06-18T07:28:00.001-07:002014-06-18T07:28:43.579-07:00I'm gladIm glad that i can post anything in here. So, i would like to say sorry to this blogger. I came here whenever i feel to let everythings out. My apologise. <div><br></div>Syahirah Roslyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04002049972768525716noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180730601584925997.post-6115618964456233392014-05-15T10:57:00.001-07:002014-05-15T10:57:29.828-07:00I dont know why<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJAQmAHzrTmhkVfRrbOIF09C4buuB2keqgcqmE715R6bvZ0ZsMwF92uxP6FdwZofVQSSQ_vQwNt6ZldBto157SIaOuBN55s41RHCLsAhBssW3oL_eOa6IBnOdPJPRmqGt5VR2uVfr767Wq/s640/blogger-image--377908287.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJAQmAHzrTmhkVfRrbOIF09C4buuB2keqgcqmE715R6bvZ0ZsMwF92uxP6FdwZofVQSSQ_vQwNt6ZldBto157SIaOuBN55s41RHCLsAhBssW3oL_eOa6IBnOdPJPRmqGt5VR2uVfr767Wq/s640/blogger-image--377908287.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">And i dont know why i'm still here, by your side. The question that keep asking my mind. Things that i never do bfore, i had learn. And it just bcs of you.. A lot of questions that keep hanging in my mind. I just love you...</div>Syahirah Roslyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04002049972768525716noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180730601584925997.post-88900705262779332082014-05-15T10:52:00.001-07:002014-05-15T10:52:52.201-07:00Birthday<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7kQawaDrYjNOkykEfvAPEaAdk83XdRSjOhuf-vHlbEbvg-CDEzRcVG_y35ZmjIK1VlaLww9-pBWVD7jcMyw4e-mulXUgEf344GQqVpsLKXcbknLB5Pxkx_RcxN44m6jScWj8Gsol31uV2/s640/blogger-image--152114043.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7kQawaDrYjNOkykEfvAPEaAdk83XdRSjOhuf-vHlbEbvg-CDEzRcVG_y35ZmjIK1VlaLww9-pBWVD7jcMyw4e-mulXUgEf344GQqVpsLKXcbknLB5Pxkx_RcxN44m6jScWj8Gsol31uV2/s640/blogger-image--152114043.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I read this so many times. I never get bored with this. I guess this is the most wonderful birthday give that ever been in my life. I just wanna say thank you. I mean, thank you for the love. </div>Syahirah Roslyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04002049972768525716noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180730601584925997.post-80520372388499599212014-05-03T23:54:00.001-07:002014-05-03T23:54:22.379-07:00Relief<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji9SNykMRjL0Rs1j2gmeEK1NbBAKJqQV4vamWsIU7OLN1uxZyFWDGDFZ05Meh-5gwElI-b5zlT9PGnE8J6kru7CHbTeOU8cqWKNsCYma42w4I8hXvmLtYoGtLxLtXTZmmtXj0xnMBeFgox/s640/blogger-image-660209166.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji9SNykMRjL0Rs1j2gmeEK1NbBAKJqQV4vamWsIU7OLN1uxZyFWDGDFZ05Meh-5gwElI-b5zlT9PGnE8J6kru7CHbTeOU8cqWKNsCYma42w4I8hXvmLtYoGtLxLtXTZmmtXj0xnMBeFgox/s640/blogger-image-660209166.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I crave space. It charges my batteries. It helps me breathe. I love the sounds of birds, ocean, peoples' laughing and being around my friends. </div>Syahirah Roslyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04002049972768525716noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180730601584925997.post-56061565801929449212014-05-01T01:51:00.001-07:002014-05-01T01:51:29.992-07:00Your entire body is made of nerves. Feel things<br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2mRxkC_8TZ7VVlMPZgXjjwQ99Bu3_Kw5EsY1huStrCP-Jjtf3PNp2u-b-x0Znet-6sNuDaOeeSJADmsg6Z_2PjWiyjVSFwNkYTqkDCCMC3b13yrvaJ0wwaawc9Wl5spRbHSUfevFwGhir/s640/blogger-image--431192553.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2mRxkC_8TZ7VVlMPZgXjjwQ99Bu3_Kw5EsY1huStrCP-Jjtf3PNp2u-b-x0Znet-6sNuDaOeeSJADmsg6Z_2PjWiyjVSFwNkYTqkDCCMC3b13yrvaJ0wwaawc9Wl5spRbHSUfevFwGhir/s640/blogger-image--431192553.jpg"></a> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">You'll walk a city street that your feet have never touched before and you'll be terrified of getting lost and that feelings is what'll help you find the way home.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">You'll give your money to a homeless man and he will hold your hand firmly between his and he will say "thankyou, so much" isnt that something?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">There's a piece of music that makes ur heart feel like its bleeding. Listen to it. Listen to it again.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">When was the last time you paused to stare at night time? Did you know that there is atleast one person in your life who will jump in front of a hail of bullets for you, without your asking.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"> Your entire body is made of nerves. Feel things.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Take walks in places you've never been.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Take a photographs of people not everyone considers beautiful. Find loveliness in them.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Let go of the things that are killing you from the inside out.</div>Syahirah Roslyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04002049972768525716noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180730601584925997.post-46277098136030786982014-03-30T06:30:00.001-07:002014-03-30T06:30:16.845-07:00AkuKau cipta hati dan perasaan. Aku penat diuji yaallah... Syahirah Roslyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04002049972768525716noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180730601584925997.post-45502302445971705052014-03-21T11:42:00.001-07:002014-03-21T11:42:32.868-07:00You know,<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinNmXbau8ZlpkxlTkroSt3o_RVLGT0GDG2sKCZicT8vexoRMc45lC13VIbjGF0zgHXHEhoWg-TsdogycZy7LvGNWeBlD1_bO-WGwT859V-DzASanG6EzHGEOEU-uzG8G6FdJLYROg2aDvr/s640/blogger-image-691270448.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinNmXbau8ZlpkxlTkroSt3o_RVLGT0GDG2sKCZicT8vexoRMc45lC13VIbjGF0zgHXHEhoWg-TsdogycZy7LvGNWeBlD1_bO-WGwT859V-DzASanG6EzHGEOEU-uzG8G6FdJLYROg2aDvr/s640/blogger-image-691270448.jpg"></a>Thankyou for everything </div>Syahirah Roslyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04002049972768525716noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180730601584925997.post-60508523950294548972013-10-25T21:09:00.000-07:002013-10-25T21:09:36.603-07:00Run<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;">Guess I'm gonna cry again, say goodbye again. </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;">Guess I'm gonna lose my head c</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;">uz I've been standing here a while, trying to force a smile </span><span style="color: #e06666;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;">Trying real hard to pretend.. </span></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;">But I just don't have a peaceful mind, I'm the heavy-hearted bitter kind. </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;">And I'd like to think that I'm alright but I'm losing it tonight.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;">Watching everybody laughing, looking like they're having so much fun. </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;">While I'm in the corner, can't you see I'm breaking, no one knows I'm waiting for this nightmare to be done. </span><span style="color: #e06666;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;">I just wanna run. </span></span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;">Guess I'll wipe my teary eyes, throw on my disguise a</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;">nd check my worries at the door. </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;">Then I'll look at the mirrors, while I see at myself a</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;">nd leave my heart out on the floor.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #e06666;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;">In a room full of people I'm so alone</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;">Living a life that's not my own</span></span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;" /><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"><br /></span>Syahirah Roslyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04002049972768525716noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180730601584925997.post-60624315959049137912013-10-18T00:49:00.001-07:002013-10-18T00:49:15.133-07:00Broken angel<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Sometimes I feel pathetic about myself. Chasing and running after someone that had choose to leave me more than once. His reason? Because he's not good enough, he's a distraction for my studies, he hurts me too much, he makes me cry too often etc etc. Though all his reasons seem legit, it actually isn't. If he truly loves me, he would stay and make things work. Not the opposite. Leave and let things hanging by a thread that we once formed together. At times, I felt like he is making the right decision to leave. But few nanoseconds afterwards, I think it would just destroy me if he did. The thought of him being with someone else is just unbearable for me. I only see him with these eyes of mine. I can't be heartbroken again by someone I love. No, I refuse. </div>
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I also have this gut feeling that tells me he just doesn't want to have the burden of having a lover that is still 'young' and still new to the world, still yearning to enjoy the bits and pieces of the puzzle that is life. Somehow, from time to time I do understand why he wants to leave. But I know deep down inside me, I wouldn't want him to be away from me. Not an inch apart. I just love him too much. I really do.</div>
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His smile makes my day.</div>
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His eyes are the most beautiful sight I've seen.</div>
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His body is so magnetic.</div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">You wouldn't ever want to lose that feeling. You would just want to keep it all to yourself and share it with your significant other for the rest of your life if ever possible. You get so paranoid of losing something so </span>fulfilling<span style="font-family: inherit;"> that you turn into a green monster. You ignore all the hurt you feel just to make the other person happy. You care about them in so many ways that there's just no way in hell you could ever fit all that in a list. In conclusion, love makes you do idiotic, stupid things. Come on, think about it. Doing all these so called kind-mother-Theresa-way-of-life and getting your heart shattered into pieces, you're not gonna think of it as some idiotic act? I do. But, when it comes to love, everything could become an exception. So idiocy could become something smart. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;">LOVE. </span><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;">Such a questionable word. Such a complicated word yet understood by all. It never really makes sense. It just.. Happens. It's sad how you can be so ecstatic as you fall in love and later on, turn into a sadistic person as the love falls away. Lovers turn to strangers. That's the shit I don't like. How could something so amazing just change its course into something so gruesome? I've seen so many people hurt from the act of loving. Love is being abused all around the world. People blame love for being hurt, depressed, lonely, etc. But it's not love. It's people. They have no idea how to love in the right way. Guys use love as an excuse to get into a girl's pants. Girls use love to manipulate guys into giving them things. Both are equally bad and there's just more to it than what I just said. Love is used in so many different ways that even the most </span>philosophical man in the world<span style="font-family: inherit;"> could never comprehend how many ways it could go.<br /><br />I've been there. In fact, it's happened to me recently. The 'over' in 'forever' finally happened. Lovers change: they cheat, they lie, they deceive and most of all, they hurt. After a whole year of confusion, it's finally come down to this. We're not meant to be. Distance could have been the big impact but I doubt it is. It is said that distance don't ruin a relationship, doubts do. And that's what happened to us. Doubts. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">No way am I ever gonna let someone in so deep inside my heart ever again. At least until I'm sure he's the one and that he's sincere in all of the things he's doing. I admit it, I'm a relationship person. I love to be with someone. Someone special. But if I would just get hurt all the time, what's the fucking point? Being lonely sucks, but at least I save myself from heartbreak. Think about it, your brain should win over your heart sometimes.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;">So yeah , Now is 2.14AM and im still wide awake. So tonight I was learn how to let it go a person who mean so much for me. So tell me, Why this thing always happens to me? I mean like why LOVE GOING TO BE BLIND ? I lose my hopes for many things/everything. I lose my trust on people . I get paranoid for being hurts. I'm tired for everything that i wanted for in my life , they often not be by my side or hold on me. My question is why? </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;">"People call you heartless when you don't care. But when you do, you get taken advantaged of. Such is life" - Yes , I agree with. Sometimes , I dont understand with 'life' i had for now. The more i growth , the more advantage comes into my life. Ive been weak sometimes , but when I thinking back , I know God wanna test me and i know everything happens to me got a reason. Perhaps good for me but weak for my heart . (Cry) I'm Eighteen , I deserve to be happy because i know i have a long journey (life) . It's okay to be sad on this feelings eeya . You are humans being and you have RED HEART that deeply breath . Its okay to feels this way. Or perhaps this is experience for you. Live your life. Let it go. You'll be fine Dear Heart , Trust me.</span></span></div>
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Everybody has those moment where they just feel down, sad, miserable for no reason. I get those vibes quite often lately and frankly speaking, I wish it never comes back. I do not enjoy that forlorn feeling it gives me. Makes me feel like I'm just a speck of dust in this galaxy. Well, technically I am a speck of dust in this universe but you know what I mean (I hope so). </div>
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Don't you ever wonder why we feel this way? I mean even the happiest people could be pulled down by these heavy thoughts once they're caught up in it. It's so mysterious. Nobody could ever (in my opinion) give me the most accurate answer. Some say "it's normal", some say "human nature". So many answers but it never really satisfies this monster inside me. I guess it's just because every action has an equal and opposite reaction. Once you're happy, you will ought to feel sad. One thing I do believe in when it comes to this topic is this: in order to appreciate happiness, you need to experience the feeling of sadness. Now, that I agree with. Still, doesn't really make me understand why sadness would pop out of nowhere like a pimple on a teenage girl's face. FYI, I hate pimples.</div>
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I guess I just have to let the mysterious world keep its mysterious ways. There's never really only just an answer to these questions we have. Explanations can lead on to more theories and that leads to more questionable thoughts. Let's just say this is God's way of making human, well, human. Humans have feelings and I'm guessing this is why we're so complicated. I mean, a robot doesn't have feelings. A robot never has any complications only maintenance is needed. Unless you're like Wall-E, I mean. That robot has more feelings than a human. You get my whole point here, though.</div>
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Syahirah Roslyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04002049972768525716noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180730601584925997.post-5464189587413809092011-02-17T06:33:00.000-08:002011-02-17T06:42:55.520-08:00i dont need love<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs4Ecqa_q6Lg-oEK9lfqHV72FZKOkC2EWp2CAwMfDUlldm8lqJFSdv0WoG2JVus3E4WUnMYEHWbCJaCDt2JK3ezWC1EPpdfbzxEBByPgoflZvkMZfATq9rxhwV3MZZGvZURsnynjEtDXEa/s1600/tumblr_lg5i7ujZve1qzdnjwo1_1280.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 269px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574667184237104802" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs4Ecqa_q6Lg-oEK9lfqHV72FZKOkC2EWp2CAwMfDUlldm8lqJFSdv0WoG2JVus3E4WUnMYEHWbCJaCDt2JK3ezWC1EPpdfbzxEBByPgoflZvkMZfATq9rxhwV3MZZGvZURsnynjEtDXEa/s400/tumblr_lg5i7ujZve1qzdnjwo1_1280.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"> </span><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;">You know what? Yes, I have changed. I'm not as nice as I used to be, because i dont want to get used or walked over, I dont trust everyone and tell them my secret , because behind every fake smile is a backstabbing bitch . I distance myself from people because in the end, they're only going to leave . I have change because I have realized that i'm the only person I can depend on ;]<br /></span></div>Syahirah Roslyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04002049972768525716noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180730601584925997.post-24737864082845038192011-02-11T21:57:00.000-08:002011-02-12T03:16:08.184-08:00my drugs<div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY-HxSmYXCamG_5enXqkYYX3E-lPCnO-52UVo4j0V1y32Y8p7I4EoTCLwHqb3zeATj3GVi0MO7aTmocoSQkJCCBYC5YQVjX3mpOzxmF3W0whC0NBokPIcWvR_FEMYSYbA6UCFlg3JtFWsx/s1600/180861_176158175761867_100001030569034_390795_961379_n.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572678244242801122" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY-HxSmYXCamG_5enXqkYYX3E-lPCnO-52UVo4j0V1y32Y8p7I4EoTCLwHqb3zeATj3GVi0MO7aTmocoSQkJCCBYC5YQVjX3mpOzxmF3W0whC0NBokPIcWvR_FEMYSYbA6UCFlg3JtFWsx/s400/180861_176158175761867_100001030569034_390795_961379_n.jpg" /></a> <span style="color:#ff6666;">Paroi Jaya sk8 park</span><br /><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div></div>Syahirah Roslyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04002049972768525716noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180730601584925997.post-41873869061979231852011-02-10T21:45:00.000-08:002011-02-10T22:08:09.255-08:00Where there is love there is life .<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdyejFvktCMVDdM6C8Wq4hP7XIHda_LY0l6DgP83gxPrMV7mn1AEj_YcQJNEFVdFsdF9NEvoLoaWWZKInXxOjR8CutiTEb78jrKMxWrygslfjAzw0SWt-1gNoc5Cbsp9KQfzHOmB9i2Fef/s1600/tumblr_lekj132Ktx1qe0hneo1_500.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdyejFvktCMVDdM6C8Wq4hP7XIHda_LY0l6DgP83gxPrMV7mn1AEj_YcQJNEFVdFsdF9NEvoLoaWWZKInXxOjR8CutiTEb78jrKMxWrygslfjAzw0SWt-1gNoc5Cbsp9KQfzHOmB9i2Fef/s400/tumblr_lekj132Ktx1qe0hneo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572309553136530530" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; ">For these times in my life, I thought reality was in front of me. Well, I was wrong. Today I have learnt that reality is always harder than you ought it to be. Things you imagine, turns out to be things you already knew of. Things you ask for answers, are already answered with the answers we do not like. That </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; ">one love</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; "> you thought was all that matters in a relationship, is just the main obstacles in the other fucking-god-damn matters. You always thought of life as something that you can handle on your own, like those doll houses where you decide everything. The chairs, the tables, the beds, the chandeliers.. Everything is your choice. Everything is done according to your desires. I wish life was like that. Honey, sorry to burst your bubble. Life is not even CLOSE to that. It's 20 times harder. I bet you it is. I guess, well at least to me,</span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; "> </span></span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; ">love is the main problem in life</span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; ">. Love contracts everything in its way. It fucks you up if you fuck it up. Love is no game, you ain't got no playmate darling. Love is war, it is like a battlefield out there. If you don't have your armor, get ready to be beaten down to the ground. I've been there, I've fallen down, I've died because of love.</span></span></span></div>Syahirah Roslyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04002049972768525716noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180730601584925997.post-88530613584158655042010-10-19T01:02:00.000-07:002011-02-10T22:15:28.371-08:00Its not about mistake , its about love<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_toESUhwecNIJhSUiVnPdJ1mxSCNb9_lGsRp_nao8get3Nc1IPMcfQAzQwTWNsgHELY9yxeyvGz4mpzqBmKiudqNS_ygpvLHdIZQdPCWi84TmsFinknRKi4PG29nZr5lVuGlk3wB_cdlo/s1600/tumblr_lemydnCzzk1qb0zd9o1_500.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/AVvXsEh_toESUhwecNIJhSUiVnPdJ1mxSCNb9_lGsRp_nao8get3Nc1IPMcfQAzQwTWNsgHELY9yxeyvGz4mpzqBmKiudqNS_ygpvLHdIZQdPCWi84TmsFinknRKi4PG29nZr5lVuGlk3wB_cdlo/s400/tumblr_lemydnCzzk1qb0zd9o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572311700886665090" /></a><br /><div align="center"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-size:78%;">haven't been strong. I haven't been happy. I'm just a big huge wreck at the moment. I had something but I trade it away by ego. I made all the source of my happiness flutter away and catching them back will not be easy. I've tried, really I have. It's been almost a month now, things are still devastating. I'm trying to get back on my feet but it ain't easy when you have to pretend like everything is A-okay. No one knows how hard this is for me. No one will ever know how bad this is making me suffer. Because, simply, what I felt for him was extraordinarily huge. He just doesn't see it. I make mistakes, <span style="color:#ff0000;">EVERYONE MAKES MISTAKES</span>. Me, I, myself being a normal imperfect human being will surely have stupid mistakes in my life but hey! Who gives a fuck right? It doesn't matter, I screwed up. I guess 'apology accepted' isn't on his mind right now, or anytime soon.. Who knows. All I know is that the hope I planted in is slowly growing and slowly demolishing. What should I believe in when the dark side and the bright side is on the same level? Should I keep holding on or just let it go? Will this all be worth it at the end or would it just be a wreck of the day?<br /><br /><br /></span></div>Syahirah Roslyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04002049972768525716noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180730601584925997.post-76160270664299175582010-10-09T21:41:00.000-07:002010-10-10T02:34:23.408-07:00How can you forget someone, who gave you so much to remember?<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2Hn_o8ApEdGX59a7c13OfDel6NOQoWN57H505GmIArJf71L0zklSaG-fu432RHHJkq9NqIgnUuLT9ECroS8HNvhCNlzAHEnX-V8z4KWkyIKII4NgpPWXJHWE8_2fsYR_zOCQoCDjnu_42/s1600/mask_lovely_girl_photography_portra.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526273167762175842" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2Hn_o8ApEdGX59a7c13OfDel6NOQoWN57H505GmIArJf71L0zklSaG-fu432RHHJkq9NqIgnUuLT9ECroS8HNvhCNlzAHEnX-V8z4KWkyIKII4NgpPWXJHWE8_2fsYR_zOCQoCDjnu_42/s400/mask_lovely_girl_photography_portra.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;">Do you remember we were sittin' there by the water? You put your arm around me for the first time and I said "baby, I'm waiting for this" and you said "yeah " . Flash forward , And I remember that fight 10:30 P.M .You said everything was slippin' right out of our hands . I ran out crying and you followed me out into the street . Brace myself for the goodbye , Cause that's all I've ever known . Then you took me by surprise , You said "I'll never leave you alone . Baby , I remember you said " baby you my future , i wont broke your heart. You ever been mine"</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;">1 years ago...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;">Baby , last nite you come at my house. In the car i cried , and you said you dont need a girl like me.. baby , my heart crush ! my mind always said<span style="color:#ff0000;"> "begging pleased dont go"</span> And you say it to my face , You getting bored with me ;'( Baby , ur everything to me. I'm afraid when u mad at me. My heart breathing when i look into ur eyes.. I'm out of control . is like crushing ! Your fon off. I texted you , but you not replying my texted. I'm waiting for your call...I got tired of waiting .Wondering if you were ever coming around .My faith in you is fading , and I said <span style="color:#ff0000;">"Love,save me I've been feeling so alone.I keep waiting for you but you never come.Is this in my head? I don't know what to think.I love you and that's all I really know". </span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;">I tried to move on . I really did. I tried to tell myself that you dont want me and I cant have you anymore. I tried so hard, But how can you let go of the only person who makes you feel alive? The only reason u're still here? you just cant let go of someone like that.Hmm I realize what was happen to me. I let you go... Goodbye romeo... </span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"><em>*eeya rosly*</em></span></div>Syahirah Roslyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04002049972768525716noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180730601584925997.post-31401841287125551032010-10-06T21:55:00.000-07:002010-10-06T22:22:16.300-07:00What am I gonna to do when the best part of me was always you<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW9mY1C_NQIvc6oQtFtbd4PKKXo6q2cAYMi8iC38uUhUZRRmuqgjnn558lufXuQJfS_v3Qv2Q7sX-Ej7K16rEibeI3Ct-KlsYAoYjBF0XU-G0i2U6NNILZ9CXZBYbLieZ_jmcnrTukOdky/s1600/809021222300149.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 233px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW9mY1C_NQIvc6oQtFtbd4PKKXo6q2cAYMi8iC38uUhUZRRmuqgjnn558lufXuQJfS_v3Qv2Q7sX-Ej7K16rEibeI3Ct-KlsYAoYjBF0XU-G0i2U6NNILZ9CXZBYbLieZ_jmcnrTukOdky/s400/809021222300149.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525167157345597682" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small; color: rgb(93, 93, 93); line-height: 14px; ">Why are you doing this? Am I hurting you? Are you hurting yourself? Why can't you tell me.. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; ">I'm lost in space</span>. I don't know who you are anymore. You're so different. When I ask you, you say it's only for today. But today was yesterday & you're still that alien-guy I don't know. Do you think this is something funny? That I don't care about what's up with you weird behaviors? Baby I care about you more than Edward cared about Bella. Why can't you open up to me? Why treat me like I'm rubbish? I'm sure if I say this to you, you wouldn't accept it cause let's face it, you're never gonna accept your weakness. You get mad if I say it, you tend to start a big argument when I talk about.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small; color: rgb(93, 93, 93); line-height: 14px; "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; font-size: x-small;">Baby ,</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >can't you be unselfish for once in your life?</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small; color: rgb(93, 93, 93); line-height: 14px; "> You have no idea how much I do love you but without knowing, you're pushing me further away.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small; color: rgb(93, 93, 93); line-height: 14px; ">If you no longer love me like you did, just say it to my face. I can't do this pain no longer. It's killing me slowly.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small; color: rgb(93, 93, 93); line-height: 14px; ">Our relationship is like a broken string.I'm waiting for your call :'( I'm waiting for your texted ! I'm sick whit this shits happen ! Baby , You promised me , you will take care of me forever. AND where is it ? I'm hurt . Why you make me cried? Why you are so changing ? I tried to calling you... But you ignore me . You always said the same things but why you always do the same things that i hate !? </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small; color: rgb(93, 93, 93); line-height: 14px; "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small; color: rgb(93, 93, 93); line-height: 14px; "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small; color: rgb(93, 93, 93); line-height: 14px; "> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small; color: rgb(93, 93, 93); line-height: 14px; ">Why do you have to make it more harder than it already is? My love, time passes by. And you can never get them back. Just open your eyes & think logically. Will you see me tomorrow? No one knows. God has His own plans. And so do I..</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div>Syahirah Roslyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04002049972768525716noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180730601584925997.post-21892657163845087722010-10-04T01:10:00.000-07:002010-10-04T01:36:06.622-07:00broken hearted girl<div align="center"><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMqUWmiXLUezQ8cbBpb2z2EQd3lNhA-ZlsKnpzf8b6uxP4TyXLyU80VI2GIa5s0ZlJ9rA8RhNQgAcyLUsMEExdnCfeZ6QhtjunFD1lSF8Tf3W6Pv0Qt0ztlO6QMoPfsRm5q-qSYLn32VgU/s1600/Star_Bokeh_by_filthyhandss.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 489px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 245px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524100583578211090" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMqUWmiXLUezQ8cbBpb2z2EQd3lNhA-ZlsKnpzf8b6uxP4TyXLyU80VI2GIa5s0ZlJ9rA8RhNQgAcyLUsMEExdnCfeZ6QhtjunFD1lSF8Tf3W6Pv0Qt0ztlO6QMoPfsRm5q-qSYLn32VgU/s320/Star_Bokeh_by_filthyhandss.jpg" /></a> <span style="font-family:courier new;">When you need someone to hold on to, they're not there. When you need a helping hand, they pull away. When you need a shoulder to cry on, they run away. When you are at your worst, they disappear and re-appear when you're okay. Why is the world such a fucked up place? Why can't people just act human for a change? Why do friends betray us? Why do lovers cheat on us?</span> anyone ?<br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">why are you constantly changing? Why are you doing this? Why you hurting me ? Why you treat me like I'm rubish?<br />I can't believe you would actually think I never loved you.<br />Just because I wrote all this bullshit, doesn't mean I've been writing it all the time. I wrote it when I was having a bad day. But I guess you can't hear what I'm saying cause your heart's blocking it. <span style="color:#ff0000;">I haven't stopped crying all night</span>. I tried calling but your phone's off. I even miscalled your friend's phone. I texted him! I went to the hospital, for a check up. I felt really sick. </span><span style="font-family:courier new;">I went Humairak house's . I cried and i told her that I'm too weak. Why my friend worried about me ? but why not you?! I cried..... What more can I say about life ? ITS JUST SUCK!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;">with love , <span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;">eeya rosly</span></div><div align="center"><br /></div></span><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Courier New;"><br /></span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div>Syahirah Roslyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04002049972768525716noreply@blogger.com0