tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65313531148952279042024-02-19T11:03:19.976+08:00Kzy BoiKzy Boihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16410397709680986985noreply@blogger.comBlogger65125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531353114895227904.post-47410808988859264852010-04-16T01:00:00.006+08:002010-04-17T00:47:26.609+08:00true to myself<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBtBTsZ3EGxg2DLvSJxIbZMyT3997CR1_c0LAu1PurNKsknzL-xVkCNvEsAqL-kpb53FyQUO0CzzaAB1nkFAUNcPx9hCjg6eV30wqb5uTBT_Y9lPoxOqUV8BePtRebqO0G-iHY-z-dvpnw/s1600/Emo_love.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBtBTsZ3EGxg2DLvSJxIbZMyT3997CR1_c0LAu1PurNKsknzL-xVkCNvEsAqL-kpb53FyQUO0CzzaAB1nkFAUNcPx9hCjg6eV30wqb5uTBT_Y9lPoxOqUV8BePtRebqO0G-iHY-z-dvpnw/s320/Emo_love.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460776408341229106" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Am I letting my guard down unnecessarily without realizing,</span> </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Or am I trying to neglect that option of mine,</span> </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Whatever it may be,</span> </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Being true to myself is just what I got to do.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Sometimes,</span> </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Awkwardness come between this situations,</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">But it is this little things that make the situations somewhat interesting. </span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Taking chances has its consequences,</span> </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">But no matter how risky it may be,</span> </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">There's only a 50-50 chance that it may turn out your way.</span></span><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Kzy</span><br /></div></div>Kzy Boihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16410397709680986985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531353114895227904.post-66998123463675216702010-02-14T21:59:00.006+08:002010-04-14T17:37:53.460+08:00happy holidays<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjicCM1iZm5at2EcM2qWzIiwNTc4BvTWYTnHHNa4-HQhfjzMvCOaI9R71CxTqOIq_cEQcbtxzV2szPWwXJIV_0vY-hde-3IM7vPAAw2ykDojosT2rqTMEWRLPAYYDp-L3wKDesWIejXk23w/s1600-h/peaceout.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjicCM1iZm5at2EcM2qWzIiwNTc4BvTWYTnHHNa4-HQhfjzMvCOaI9R71CxTqOIq_cEQcbtxzV2szPWwXJIV_0vY-hde-3IM7vPAAw2ykDojosT2rqTMEWRLPAYYDp-L3wKDesWIejXk23w/s320/peaceout.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438115473516153554" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">It's been awhile since I've last updated, but the point to note now is I'M BACK BABEY!!</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br /><span>There's things which I've missed and never really got the chance to portray, but words are hard to describe this feeling. Since I've been away, many things have occurred without my presence. Some of which I'll never know really, unless things slowly pops up here and there.</span></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br />No matter, I know that my feelings were unsettled before I left, but I've been able to understand the things around me much better from my perspective since I've been away. </span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br />But anyway enough with the past, what matters now is the present and what's to come in the future. I know I may have changed, but I like the changed in me. It's something new that I've never would discover if not for me being away this long. </span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;">To everyone out there, wishing you a Happy CNY and Valentines Day... Enjoy the holidays..</span></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br />Kzy</span>Kzy Boihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16410397709680986985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531353114895227904.post-86034595097417312792009-11-09T17:31:00.002+08:002009-11-09T17:42:47.601+08:00only u<em><span style="font-size:85%;">Its been rather long since I last updated my blog, maybe around 2 weeks plus I guess. Sry to those peeps that's been waiting for my update thus far cos was kinda tighted up with work and also other things. But anyway I won't be blogging much today, just that the weather's here is gonna be single digit soon. I hope i'll be able to survive it without being freeze to death. </span></em><br /><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Guessing only time sets the mood for me these days,</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Having only you in my mind just makes me miss all the things that we had,</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">No matter, I guess I'll just let my emotions guide me through. </span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">I miss my family, I miss my friends but above all I really do miss u.</span></em></div><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Silly Boy</span></em>Kzy Boihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16410397709680986985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531353114895227904.post-57125013249751726872009-10-21T02:52:00.001+08:002009-10-22T03:31:47.762+08:00Thanks babe!<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Today met up with Rachel at City Hall. She treated me to lunch today as part of her gift before my departure to China for my internship. Before that, we explore around Marina Square before making our way to Orchard Ion where we breeze through shop by shop to see what the new shopping centre has to offer. There were a couple of unnamed stores that may not be familiar in Singapore or to us but we were not entertained by them cos the items sold were way to pricey for us to even went in to take look. </span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br />The time spend with her was worthwhile and I kinda need that kind of activity once in awhile to lift my emotions. Not only that, she took random pictures of me with random scenarios which just got her entertained even more than me posing for her, but I don't mind being the centre of attention for her. And after that I went to school for some internship briefing which was utterly a bore.</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br />Babe, thanks for your time and company today. You really make my day a whole lot better with your bubbly attitude of yours that just didn't pause for a moment. I guess I did enjoy myself hanging out with you. It was kinda fun to trick you here and there especially with your blur look when I was actually tricking you all this while. You made me laugh and you complimented me too. That I won't forget. Hope to meet up again when I return to Singapore someway in early February. Thank you again. I hope you won't miss me.. haha..<br /></span></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Silly Boy</span>Kzy Boihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16410397709680986985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531353114895227904.post-9711802025700611052009-10-20T01:51:00.001+08:002009-10-21T02:28:47.647+08:00Miss you<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBTjCEu7oaAWN3Gfqwrf3fHuWJ7m4MlKu_bmzTJhE8Aug4p1Xk6PE5gZVY5QGFBPW672B4sQcB8-VWL48EU6aee_xIalmq_SJwQNMow3AMuTzRfKln6wff-cTVGQHTaRfVoim-3bH2jDNg/s1600-h/__I__ll_Never_Let_You_Go____by_F_AYN_T.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 168px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBTjCEu7oaAWN3Gfqwrf3fHuWJ7m4MlKu_bmzTJhE8Aug4p1Xk6PE5gZVY5QGFBPW672B4sQcB8-VWL48EU6aee_xIalmq_SJwQNMow3AMuTzRfKln6wff-cTVGQHTaRfVoim-3bH2jDNg/s320/__I__ll_Never_Let_You_Go____by_F_AYN_T.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394742078886082594" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">I'm neither sad nor I'm happy, </span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">But what I do know is I really do miss you,</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">I don't wanna lose you cos you're special to me, </span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">I want to take care of you cos its my responsibility,</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br />I want to hug you so that I know you're in safe hands,</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">I want to be there for you when you need someone to be with,</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">I want to make you smile each day so that you'll be blessed with happiness,</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">And I want to love you for who you are.<br /><br />Missing you always. </span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Silly Boy<br /></span></span>Kzy Boihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16410397709680986985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531353114895227904.post-46234788136277269542009-10-19T19:01:00.004+08:002009-10-19T19:47:01.799+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHe0lh6NaGRBprOEx5UoAGvPVWXDoTIyO2OlFykUF7pZoOjpKrLkGLAT3JmRePjyBkG-dkCbcEBmL9u49umV622KxZ1T2ZnHyaKfXnMpKkKQGyv8XdsfTQBWXpTp6AgWu7sIRi_ywPn_qk/s1600-h/I_mIss_u_by_vipRoom.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 161px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHe0lh6NaGRBprOEx5UoAGvPVWXDoTIyO2OlFykUF7pZoOjpKrLkGLAT3JmRePjyBkG-dkCbcEBmL9u49umV622KxZ1T2ZnHyaKfXnMpKkKQGyv8XdsfTQBWXpTp6AgWu7sIRi_ywPn_qk/s320/I_mIss_u_by_vipRoom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394275666436428338" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">There's some things that I may not be able to express to you in words cos even without you knowing I'm missing you already. But I guess, I should stay happy and stay positive with each day that comes by.</span></span> <div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Words are just barely words when you don't believe in it,<br /></span> </span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">But some words being said do need the attention of belief,</span><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Cos only then can someone expresses their feelings.</span></span> </div> <span style="font-style: italic;">Silly Boy</span>Kzy Boihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16410397709680986985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531353114895227904.post-44859077042423372122009-10-18T00:49:00.007+08:002009-10-19T03:08:25.102+08:00Just a smile away<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSFOoxzlIZ8_rnrNXsR1386kUV-dNtDYU1UxbfK4MZ8gHlGTJEcA0vttEX-kVj-_VccwrfOhsPgCprLFROvBzTiIEMw8Kuzy2Mwy6Sz2VrbAYYXY-hZ8CID4MX9Oow58PbUgnKfp6wVi6d/s1600-h/884ad38397e58c23d2d6c67c798ed508.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSFOoxzlIZ8_rnrNXsR1386kUV-dNtDYU1UxbfK4MZ8gHlGTJEcA0vttEX-kVj-_VccwrfOhsPgCprLFROvBzTiIEMw8Kuzy2Mwy6Sz2VrbAYYXY-hZ8CID4MX9Oow58PbUgnKfp6wVi6d/s320/884ad38397e58c23d2d6c67c798ed508.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394001349125510882" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Everyone wants a perfect love but my love is imperfect. I don't regret it but I love my imperfectness. There's no point to evade or hide from it cos it makes proper sense to love who you've been all this while then to live a lie. Be who you are and accept those people that's been there for you. Life is full of challenges, no matter, at the end of every struggle, there's prone to be an antidote that may lessen the burden.<br /><br />My life has always been ever changing and it gets interesting with each challenges that I've encountered. Even though I may have suffered a few drawbacks this couple of months, I still tried my best to cheer myself up by occupying my time with things.<br /><br />I've never liked my attitude the last few weeks cos not only have I've not been the person that I'm suppose to be, but I've been a heart breaker to some. That's a part of me that I'm not proud of but I can't erase the things that I've done.<br /><br />But no matter I've slowly amend my ways and I've been feeling better now. The feeling of blues are slowly drifting away making way for a much cheerful feeling. I'm smiling again. WOOoo HOOoo!!! =P<br /></span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikGnXzlPDKB0DyQPC4akUmowzjKTyTOuoa3bznJF7G3RcNsJcgsaYlQ_Xq660TeXdQwV1HvzX-YtUXtKperGweq1yD2LVzeA0wt6tM1ZH7dzKNEVDUGTsHpGbyYINNN4DF5Mz0gyQ31i1y/s1600-h/Smile_____by_xDarQax.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 176px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikGnXzlPDKB0DyQPC4akUmowzjKTyTOuoa3bznJF7G3RcNsJcgsaYlQ_Xq660TeXdQwV1HvzX-YtUXtKperGweq1yD2LVzeA0wt6tM1ZH7dzKNEVDUGTsHpGbyYINNN4DF5Mz0gyQ31i1y/s320/Smile_____by_xDarQax.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394005100018151586" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Complications may deceive you and make you break.<br />But be strong and try to be positive.<br />Taking time to ponder and smiling away those blues might be an option.<br />Cos only through those sweet smile can you appreciate what's there to cherish upon.<br />SO KEEP THAT SMILE ON!!!<br /><br />I'm just smiling away....<br /></span><div style="text-align: left;">Silly Boy<br /></div></div>Kzy Boihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16410397709680986985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531353114895227904.post-71574954386339052322009-10-16T20:56:00.003+08:002009-10-16T21:26:58.401+08:00life<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrRUl9r7ESZCftqeb3Syg_ymKwHN5w4Vi0j9poxUILOo_DtAcBwPuTu6kHfIcTCVZ4zMsjLtIyQ-fDWsz_OMuUXkbtK3-5pZK9nlopESxULHw0OUUYeWI-aNcpzi4PfQcnD5DUL6AArJ7m/s1600-h/Life_by_glamz.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 195px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrRUl9r7ESZCftqeb3Syg_ymKwHN5w4Vi0j9poxUILOo_DtAcBwPuTu6kHfIcTCVZ4zMsjLtIyQ-fDWsz_OMuUXkbtK3-5pZK9nlopESxULHw0OUUYeWI-aNcpzi4PfQcnD5DUL6AArJ7m/s320/Life_by_glamz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393188201012127458" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Life is just like a game.</span></span> <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Either you lose or you win.<br /></span></span> <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Complications here and there just makes life more interesting.</span></span> <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br />Without it,<br />Life would be so bold and bore.<br />Overcoming it may be a challenge,<br />But it's how you overcome it that brings colors to your life.<br /><br />Always remember that life is meaningless if you can't appreciate it.<br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Silly Boy</span><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span></span></div>Kzy Boihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16410397709680986985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531353114895227904.post-6167654226870750752009-10-12T02:00:00.001+08:002009-10-13T02:22:34.597+08:00the story never ends<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-fyKI5lqF02UryNCfbS56clMXb_w0culOsKcKU_7Mz21HAclgxEIl2VVH0MJe4yyrcGmB3WgzgruftDlK4U25YQM0Hy6KZEpgdRhozqv6Wt5IggavjbpQrYppfKYVGAMQX9ztlLtmIPC1/s1600-h/goodbye_by_wiersz.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-fyKI5lqF02UryNCfbS56clMXb_w0culOsKcKU_7Mz21HAclgxEIl2VVH0MJe4yyrcGmB3WgzgruftDlK4U25YQM0Hy6KZEpgdRhozqv6Wt5IggavjbpQrYppfKYVGAMQX9ztlLtmIPC1/s320/goodbye_by_wiersz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391777995020911090" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Even though every time it feels like the end,</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br />And nothing seemed certain to last,</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Random things starts to reveal itself,</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Making sure that the story would never ends.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Knowingly, you've always wanted every second of your life to be better than the past. </span></span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Silly Boy</span><br /></div></div>Kzy Boihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16410397709680986985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531353114895227904.post-26101909573005097752009-10-11T13:05:00.001+08:002009-10-13T01:56:13.528+08:00Feelings<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmXoBlhC54EOZwO4GpqDj3doP-Cnb6HXY51chAUMXPTCLodLFBo3yaVCXYOCt3qUKQgw8qw6KS-QQG255NRVdKai-RZLzjTN-Ney0UGNy1zQMWBD6l9egXm5nhpM5STxUqcO6l_BDtR9KO/s1600-h/c796635736a32aed.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 203px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmXoBlhC54EOZwO4GpqDj3doP-Cnb6HXY51chAUMXPTCLodLFBo3yaVCXYOCt3qUKQgw8qw6KS-QQG255NRVdKai-RZLzjTN-Ney0UGNy1zQMWBD6l9egXm5nhpM5STxUqcO6l_BDtR9KO/s320/c796635736a32aed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391767840748608610" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Have you ever felt whenever you say a goodbye to someone, you don't feel like letting them go just yet. Guess most of you do when you're in love with someone but I'm not just talking about that. I felt that way each time but no matter it's just a feeling that comes when I'm alone.</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br />There's things in my life which you wouldn't understand and I myself couldn't understand myself. But, I've always manage to express it through my writings. Some are published some may not.</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">No matter, I feel good doing it especially when I'm alone.<br /><br />I'm please to say that I've been feeling better than the past few weeks and I hope this happy feeling will last.<br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Maybe all I need is luck to get me by each day,</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">So that this feeling in me would last every second.</span></span><br /></div><span style="font-style: italic;">Silly Boy</span>Kzy Boihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16410397709680986985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531353114895227904.post-39462711216604045232009-10-10T23:15:00.010+08:002009-10-11T01:03:49.310+08:00the other side of my life<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span><span>I've never regretted what I've said, but sometimes my actions do bothers me. I know I'm not a perfectionist nor am I someone that's popular, but no matter, I've always wanted what's best for the people that I cared for.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM574lfdQzk88jKj1g41kDwH_rRWB3vtC9meYON0-ZU-RfaqeAANpq-xP2wPJI-LOqFr8QtEV4xpnY12QrVSuzS2s4nQvDKK76LyGNmlgr8RTY4CwcZ9fVQazKdMMkm2ZRGWycef6bm_2s/s1600-h/Reflection_by_BlackJack0919.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 197px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM574lfdQzk88jKj1g41kDwH_rRWB3vtC9meYON0-ZU-RfaqeAANpq-xP2wPJI-LOqFr8QtEV4xpnY12QrVSuzS2s4nQvDKK76LyGNmlgr8RTY4CwcZ9fVQazKdMMkm2ZRGWycef6bm_2s/s320/Reflection_by_BlackJack0919.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391015051528248594" border="0" /></a></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">There's another side of me that not many may know of, maybe just those that I've been close with, may know about it. Truthfully, I've always wanted to share this part of me, but not many gals that I've known of, do appreciate it and just misjudge their interpretation about it. I don't blame them, but maybe there's never an opportunity for me to really share my part of the story. <span><br /><br />I know this side of me had made someone that I cared for cried, not once but twice. I'm really sorry to make you cry babe, but all that I've shared with you, I hope its meaningful for you. There's never a day that all I ever wanted was for you to smile cos your smile gives a meaning to who you really are.</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span><span><br /><span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFxBzAR_z4ueSSyt-X-0UM_-NdIDq6w_aPuWR1BoNy_q3MLmGPVUHqwK6IKsmc4vgozlYTzxiDgpMz6gjfoUA5kp83MSqvbENlkHohJduv1Hq4RCXnUr2QbyZSVs_xCji5tWQ2t_E_3GdD/s1600-h/everyone_needs_love_by_kassieadelaide.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 186px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFxBzAR_z4ueSSyt-X-0UM_-NdIDq6w_aPuWR1BoNy_q3MLmGPVUHqwK6IKsmc4vgozlYTzxiDgpMz6gjfoUA5kp83MSqvbENlkHohJduv1Hq4RCXnUr2QbyZSVs_xCji5tWQ2t_E_3GdD/s320/everyone_needs_love_by_kassieadelaide.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391011676049986066" border="0" /></a>Anyway, love the people that care for you cos all they ever wanted is what's best for you. Whenever they're not around, you'll start to miss their presence and start to look back on the memories spending time with them. So be sure to love that special people that truly do care and love you for who you are. Much love.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">Silly Boy</span><br /></span></span></span></span></span>Kzy Boihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16410397709680986985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531353114895227904.post-54234078924140959372009-10-07T13:48:00.003+08:002009-10-07T14:00:39.163+08:00FREE HUGS<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDW-RTjDHnQsdZ08gCDum4yDHyVI263MvJM87L8qPNczxM3PY2SC2SoOYRLfXUvBnd77O-37d3oiv4mwyC7HjlbVENf3xA2ab_wiPJP3W6cWuv_-ZFHOLvv7ZPOEBzqxpozZpVNiF3cy7A/s1600-h/Free_Hugs_by_immacule.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 262px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDW-RTjDHnQsdZ08gCDum4yDHyVI263MvJM87L8qPNczxM3PY2SC2SoOYRLfXUvBnd77O-37d3oiv4mwyC7HjlbVENf3xA2ab_wiPJP3W6cWuv_-ZFHOLvv7ZPOEBzqxpozZpVNiF3cy7A/s320/Free_Hugs_by_immacule.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389730979205698626" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Spread the love and hugs peeps. Free hugs for everyone.</span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7P2yyYHl06hQzFCUmidp2n7Nptj-xvifgdB-lDo-C5ZvBa2y7A93pNMDqV_1h6jQXFFlUPDZbMvOghKEgmJoH8-sgKcDb_WWLZdvWAAa8K3ZPj-cDNqpiPNoXZFVK9XnyhrLoSb4FLllg/s1600-h/Is_this_Love_by_aNdikapatRya.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7P2yyYHl06hQzFCUmidp2n7Nptj-xvifgdB-lDo-C5ZvBa2y7A93pNMDqV_1h6jQXFFlUPDZbMvOghKEgmJoH8-sgKcDb_WWLZdvWAAa8K3ZPj-cDNqpiPNoXZFVK9XnyhrLoSb4FLllg/s320/Is_this_Love_by_aNdikapatRya.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389733538644967330" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">"Destiny is like building a bridge with the one you love."</span></span><br /><div style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;"><br />Silly Boy<br /></div></div>Kzy Boihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16410397709680986985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531353114895227904.post-71849252240259947692009-10-06T20:57:00.007+08:002009-10-07T13:47:11.766+08:00loneliness please go away<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisTTQ-VJGYxz1ietzUoK_Wd6ZLQvKBpg6HOFNFK4pHI1t_66EDKoxaPj9PXJOC6VIYfOjp1J1kCNr3gU3r2hg0DJtmRX11Tr0Mv4Uj7e1am6NAo-kp5Mg96fQTN8SDsBZXo_tV6JLvN7pC/s1600-h/free_at_last_by_cryblue.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 210px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisTTQ-VJGYxz1ietzUoK_Wd6ZLQvKBpg6HOFNFK4pHI1t_66EDKoxaPj9PXJOC6VIYfOjp1J1kCNr3gU3r2hg0DJtmRX11Tr0Mv4Uj7e1am6NAo-kp5Mg96fQTN8SDsBZXo_tV6JLvN7pC/s320/free_at_last_by_cryblue.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389727759604422306" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >Been away for quite some time, but so far I've been feeling rather alright. At least I'm not feeling too depressed. Just kinda miss someone right now.</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" ><br /><br />Whenever loneliness creeps in during this holidays, I just hope someone could be beside me and make me smile just like how I make people smile. Be there to give me a hug when I really need to or be there for me to share my deepest thoughts.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6cbnG3BCYPoQrdoHyG8xVmKMhOLdeKjRv5zL9-scWm0ppSaF5c4iKxTUXyx6v0ycy6dgNh0hvGuY0ie03tFSrwVOq41LI-hXbzRmfs73CIArfwiOKnO9W6dVmfL-07zbIuqAQYmXdurgl/s1600-h/free_hugs_by_imbacile.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 210px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6cbnG3BCYPoQrdoHyG8xVmKMhOLdeKjRv5zL9-scWm0ppSaF5c4iKxTUXyx6v0ycy6dgNh0hvGuY0ie03tFSrwVOq41LI-hXbzRmfs73CIArfwiOKnO9W6dVmfL-07zbIuqAQYmXdurgl/s320/free_hugs_by_imbacile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389728434122329106" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >Anyway, to those peeps that's been feeling rather gloomy this couple of days or weeks, may you overcome this gloomy state and see each day as a blessing for you to recuperate your feelings. Here's a hug from me to those peeps so as to lessen the gloom that they've been feeling.</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZTMoTIv7qu5TW3XNvTb62QAA_YLIw1sd9tqT8T1NPzx1qqLaHDfMX0Gq_c_BuUjDxPEl1OSEgQRPAz4gFBvPJ_9ezWU04vEo_-Asx56QxkY9SKwz3IwOtE02iAtCR5DGkKu7-JYJh2i89/s1600-h/3e91a76263356ac06197a6b0476a1641.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 210px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZTMoTIv7qu5TW3XNvTb62QAA_YLIw1sd9tqT8T1NPzx1qqLaHDfMX0Gq_c_BuUjDxPEl1OSEgQRPAz4gFBvPJ_9ezWU04vEo_-Asx56QxkY9SKwz3IwOtE02iAtCR5DGkKu7-JYJh2i89/s320/3e91a76263356ac06197a6b0476a1641.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389729823891199938" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Even though each day may be a struggle for you,</span></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Never break that smile that you've longed wanted to. </span></span><br /></div><span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Silly Boy</span>Kzy Boihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16410397709680986985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531353114895227904.post-32226889099875081462009-10-02T19:43:00.008+08:002009-10-04T15:30:56.399+08:00Thanks<span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >First and for most, I would like to thank my fellow peeps for being there for me and trying to cheer me up when I was feeling down. Really appreciate it.<br /><br />Anyway, I won't be back tracking back towards how I felt the other day, but I'll try my best to cheer myself up and smile from now on. I'm sure I'll be able to.<br /><br />Much love to the peeps that cared for me and been there for me. Spread the love.</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUERBYqxu7yFN_kWngaZDlXFRETP0Jn94sizjt-dd07x9qEUKA4d7NR1Udj9OnNPB8nr7WgdDHvG-LDfdb3GW6yqspafi7lfecthkm7YdZ2dUVGJ_CXnBg4vQtt9u-9ZWZ_7Nc1usNaN0P/s1600-h/chill_out__by_julkusiowa.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 174px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUERBYqxu7yFN_kWngaZDlXFRETP0Jn94sizjt-dd07x9qEUKA4d7NR1Udj9OnNPB8nr7WgdDHvG-LDfdb3GW6yqspafi7lfecthkm7YdZ2dUVGJ_CXnBg4vQtt9u-9ZWZ_7Nc1usNaN0P/s320/chill_out__by_julkusiowa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388641908012488178" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Yeah we've had our ups and downs</span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >,<br />But we've always worked them out,</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" ><br />Babe am I ever glad we've got this far now</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >,<br />Still I'm lying her tonight,</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" ><br />Wishing I was by your side.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Silly Boy</span><br /></div>Kzy Boihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16410397709680986985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531353114895227904.post-40703829115448362332009-09-30T22:13:00.002+08:002009-09-30T23:57:51.512+08:00A chance<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">A chance or maybe a glimmer of hope, is what Silly Boy really needs right now.</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br />Silly it might have seemed, but lately my character hasn't been much of myself lately. I've not been going out, not be chatting with my peeps, not been feeling right and not been eating much. I don't know why I'm in such a state but I just hope I'll be alright.</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br />No matter, I know crying does help to relieve your emotions but I know crying alone doesn't really solve the situation that I'm in. So, I just got to tell myself that I'll be able to pull through with it and start to be my ordinary self again. Being happy with what I have and enjoy this few holidays to the fullest. I hope I'll be able to. So peeps please do drag me along. I'm in desperate need of going out cos this holidays has been a bore for me. <br /><br />I know it's not the smartest thing to forget you but we just can't seemed to get it right.</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br />And as far as I've known I didn't mean to fall in love, but I did. </span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br />And you didn't mean to love me back.</span><br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Anyway whatever happens, I just hope for the best and even though you may not be by my side, I just hope you're be happy enjoying every moment of your life with or without me. <br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">I'm sittin' here tryin' to convince myself,</span><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">That you're not the one for me.</span><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">But the more I think, the less I believe it,</span><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">And the more I want you here with me. </span></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Silly Boy</span><br /></div></div>Kzy Boihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16410397709680986985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531353114895227904.post-78932233942785643462009-09-26T12:52:00.002+08:002009-09-27T14:51:52.931+08:00Love<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Silly Boy been having the snizzles this few days, hope I'll recover.<br /><br />Been having random feelings this days and nothing has been lifting my mood lately. Feeling rather lonely and this suxs BIG TIME. I know I shouldn't be feeling this way either but nothing's been filling up this void that I'm feeling. There's someone that I've been thinking lately but never thought that I 'll actually fallen for till today but whatever it is I just hope everything's going alright for her.<br /><br />I have nothing else to prove besides telling her how I feel but I believe she deserves someone better than me.<br /><br />Someone that takes care of her. </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Someone that can wipe her tears when she cry.</span></span> <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Someone that knows how she feels. </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Someone that she can be with and depend on.</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Someone that loves her company. </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Someone that hugs her whenever or where ever she is. </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Someone that loves her more than she loves him. Someone that appreciates her for who she is. </span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br />At the moment I just don't know what I'm gonna do.. Haizzz...<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">I'm sorry that I've fallen for you. I'm sorry for everything. I'm sorry.</span><br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-style: italic;">Silly Boy</span>Kzy Boihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16410397709680986985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531353114895227904.post-62148479717480634882009-09-23T23:06:00.002+08:002009-09-24T01:29:37.572+08:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Ignore my previous posting, something came up and it made me feel that way. </span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br />Seeing through the path that I have taken thus far, I've began to realize that, even though I might felt unappreciated from what I've done, some of the people that I've been with, did change me one way or another. </span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br />Someone once asked me why aren't I'm in a relationship just yet. The answer is as simple as I've not find that someone that love me for who I am truly. I've share a part of who I truly am to only some, cos to me they deserved to know my true self. Anyway, I'm in no rush to be in a relationship and I'll just let time sets its toll until I find my true love once again.</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br />I used to think that no one cared about me or even loved me. Maybe I've been feeling that way cos I just felt the lack of being loved. But just a few days back, someone did made me believe that people do care and love me. No matter, without knowing my eyes starts to get watery. </span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br />I meant what I've said about you and keep in mind that no matter I'll be here for you babe. </span></span><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">cuma kenanganmu yang dapat mencantumi hatiku..</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Silly Boy</span><br /></div></div>Kzy Boihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16410397709680986985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531353114895227904.post-73653917986008118102009-09-23T14:52:00.006+08:002009-09-23T15:21:32.684+08:00Dependable<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOM8ogqdsw0WrfP-yVJud2yFGjTpv0VpKTEnuIQnIGcuA16RyHDEucxhLwvXEEHxGTttGpqZM6h2sd8sCDBwk6k0E02Jwgn5CF5Pq9kJDWzR1uWvKuS1fBQf1YqCYtzZgEDA4FcH49SmmZ/s1600-h/The_Sad_Clown_by_damngood.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 142px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOM8ogqdsw0WrfP-yVJud2yFGjTpv0VpKTEnuIQnIGcuA16RyHDEucxhLwvXEEHxGTttGpqZM6h2sd8sCDBwk6k0E02Jwgn5CF5Pq9kJDWzR1uWvKuS1fBQf1YqCYtzZgEDA4FcH49SmmZ/s320/The_Sad_Clown_by_damngood.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384556760183890834" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Once known to be dependable by people,<br />But at long last the journey ends here without much recognition.<br /><br />_________________________________________________________________________<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Somehow you wouldn't know what I've been through all this while,<br />but I guess its best if it were left untold...<br /></span></span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Silly Boy</span><br /></div></div></div>Kzy Boihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16410397709680986985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531353114895227904.post-75234178315431640162009-09-21T10:21:00.003+08:002009-09-23T15:22:47.839+08:00SELAMAT HARI RAYA<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Kepada semua muslimin dan muslimah, selamat menyambut Hari Raya Aidilfitri. Semoga Hari Raya ini merupakan hari yang penuh kesyukuran, kemaafan dan ketenangan di sisi muslim di dunia ini. </span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br />Anyway, from my previous post, I wasn't really feeling at the right mood for the festive season maybe just at down side at times, but as the day goes by, my mood slowly increases. To me, Hari Raya is not all about getting green packets or eating the delicacies but it's also about asking for forgiveness from your fellow family members. And that to me is an important part of Hari Raya. Forgiving one another makes someone feel at peace not only to themselves but also to the person that their forgiving. What ever it may be, it is a special sight to see everyone being together and celebrate this auspicious day as a family. </span></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br />I was kinda surprise to get a text from you on Hari Raya but you did kinda kick start my day of joy for the rest of the day. You made me realize that I should be happy on this special day and I would like to thank you for being there for me. I didn't know you actually read through my blog but anyway I do appreciate having you as a friend and no matter I just hope you'll be alright too even though it'll take awhile. Thanks babe. Love you. </span> </span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;">Silly Boy</span>Kzy Boihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16410397709680986985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531353114895227904.post-67237349462380738922009-09-18T04:00:00.008+08:002009-09-23T15:23:18.527+08:00Shag-ness<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Shag-ness is slowly creeping into my body. This few days have been a rather hectic week for me, not to mention having to do chores around and not having enough rest to compensate all those chores. But whatever it is, it's all in day's job and I'm sure I'll be able to pull through with it. </span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br />And here's what I've been doing lately....</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Thursday</span></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br />Basic house chores is what kick start my day after waking up late AGAIN. Been rather tired this days but no matter, I still did my routine workout just to ease that temptation of slackness in me. After breaking fast alone, waited for my parents to reach home which was utterly long before going to my grandparents hse (Mom side) to slack... naahhhh... You wish!! To clean up of coz. Firstly I had to change the curtain in the living room, the kitchen and also my grdma's rm. Next, to change the carpet in the living room plus keeping the place nice and appealing to the eyes. Before long, we left home and I tug in for bed straightaway cos my eyes are killing me....</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Friday</span></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br />Wake up feeling lethargic, mom asked me to accompany her for groceries shopping. So I accompany her and we went home having to take the NTUC trolley back to our hse cos there were just too many things to be carried and 4 hands weren't enough to carry all that groceries. Anyway, right after that there was no rest for me though cos I got to paint my room. Even though I was tired and fasting, I just persevere and started painting away. It was kinda tedious at first, but it flows smoothly as I proceed on. I thought I had my day off for the day but I was wrong again, right after break fast, my parents & I went to my grddad's hse (Dad's side) to clean up and I did the same routine as the day before. Back from grddad's hse, did some decoration outside of the hse before tugging myself to bed...</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br />And that's basically it...<br /><br />I guess I'm gonna be busy the next few days but I'll update when I'm free. Toodles peeps.</span></span><br />_______________________________________________________________<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Being occupied with task just takes my mind of you, but whenever I'm alone I still think of you.</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> All I ever wanted was for the best and it's best that you'll never know cause I don't want to complicate things. Only you know how much I care and love. And I didn't meant it to be this way either. So I just got to let go... </span><br /></span></div><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Silly Boy</span>Kzy Boihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16410397709680986985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531353114895227904.post-61242028867603143712009-09-16T04:10:00.005+08:002009-09-17T17:40:13.952+08:00my empty feeling<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">If everything in life were ever to be that simple, everyone would be making the most of life and life wouldn't be as interesting and complicate as it is to be. People around may misjudge a simple time alone being stereotype as 'emo' but the fact is do you even know what the person is going through to be classified them as that. You think about it.</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br />I told myself time and again that as far as I did, I didn't want to have interest in you but no matter how I deny, I still think of you each time. At the moment, all I want is maybe some company so as to take this quiet and empty feeling in my heart. Maybe not being out that often have made me feel this way.<br /><br />Went out to Marina with Rina yesterday to meet up after such a long time and it did ease my feeling a little even though didn't do much except just chatted here and there. I'm sorry Rina but I hope you enjoy yourself. </span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br />Anyway, even though Hari Raya maybe just be a few days away, I just don't feel that excited no more like I used to when I was younger. Maybe as you get older, you tend to see things in a much different perspective. Maybe so maybe not..<br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">All I want is for everything to be what it used to be, </span><br /></span><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">just being blessed with happiness...</span><br /></span><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span></div><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Kz Khaz</span>Kzy Boihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16410397709680986985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531353114895227904.post-4734885697001993882009-09-14T22:22:00.011+08:002009-09-14T22:57:16.494+08:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Enjoy peeps.</span></span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><object width="320" height="265"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1m16nx7Zqm0&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1m16nx7Zqm0&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"></embed></object></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><object width="320" height="265"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GOnoz-f43RI&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GOnoz-f43RI&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"></embed></object></div>Kzy Boihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16410397709680986985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531353114895227904.post-14801168501125698032009-09-12T15:22:00.001+08:002009-09-13T22:10:30.879+08:00it's been a drag<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdTZFg4P3ROCfZ_I-a4uyFC3cU3bC7BKzepqDqh3APIH0QdA4P-utACWbHD9mqMjf9u_OLtvtMS8TAM-JGynp9c0BPHk3S40CU26GmGlWb9Em8A5BVcfEMa5EKFuKDoKtWUuODaoLpTXvm/s1600-h/DSC00193.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdTZFg4P3ROCfZ_I-a4uyFC3cU3bC7BKzepqDqh3APIH0QdA4P-utACWbHD9mqMjf9u_OLtvtMS8TAM-JGynp9c0BPHk3S40CU26GmGlWb9Em8A5BVcfEMa5EKFuKDoKtWUuODaoLpTXvm/s320/DSC00193.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378622657788737330" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Been doing much thinking lately about the things around me. Some are good some aren't. Anyway things relating to you, I've left it behind me and just letting the pieces fill in by itself.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Been out and spending on lots of things lately from shirts, shoes and etc... but I should stop spending those bucks and start saving again. I hope.. </span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">In summary this week has been a </span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >SHAGGED</span> & <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">DEJECTED </span></span>week...</span></span><br /></div> <span style="font-style: italic;">Kz Khaz</span>Kzy Boihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16410397709680986985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531353114895227904.post-60538623804732128192009-09-02T23:58:00.002+08:002009-09-03T14:15:34.447+08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >She is Love By Parachute</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >I've been beaten down,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >I've been kicked around,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >But she takes it all for me.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >And I lost my faith, </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >In my darkest days,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >But she makes me want to believe.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >They call her love, love, love, love, love. </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >They call her love, love, love, love, love.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >She is love, and she is all I need. </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >She's all I need.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >Well I had my ways, </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >They were all in vain,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >And she waited patiently.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >It was all the same, </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >All my pride and shame,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >And she put me on my feet.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >They call her love, love, love, love, love.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >They call her love, love, love, love, love.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >They call her love, love, love, love, love. </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >She is love, and she is all I need. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >And when that world slows down, dear,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >And when those stars burn out, here,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >Oh she'll be here.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >Yes she'll be here.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >They call her love, love, love, love, love.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >They call her love, love, love, love, love.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >They call her love, love, love, love, love. </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >She is love, and she is all I need. </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >She is love, and she is all I need.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >She is love, and she is all I need.</span><br /><br /></div></div>Kzy Boihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16410397709680986985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531353114895227904.post-17002845034131316792009-09-02T16:18:00.008+08:002009-09-02T16:53:51.151+08:00Random pixs<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Some random pictures that happen to catch my eyes lately. Enjoy peeps.</span></span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg24XKlDlXwCIk6Gh2l20kanx2TBy4yHauSbi2RycXU9hKk9MSucxsqQjo0ImA7bws-yk1VCuVogf4Btnb1lK5GJGXWK_JWCW0upouvuF9diIAzR4FSeC23qY2alHEK0IcFX9LhpVayzMWj/s1600-h/ipodpics092.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 190px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg24XKlDlXwCIk6Gh2l20kanx2TBy4yHauSbi2RycXU9hKk9MSucxsqQjo0ImA7bws-yk1VCuVogf4Btnb1lK5GJGXWK_JWCW0upouvuF9diIAzR4FSeC23qY2alHEK0IcFX9LhpVayzMWj/s320/ipodpics092.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376782783868372850" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">there's got to be some nasty stuff down there.. I wonder... </span></span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4Ae1yAP8ytJe8f94Hf0LujkMa2yRkrxRu_zQx3-JaRe4dDRNK_jct5__L_Egy4nZxhwrYYb9xcGUjd1JNmx6HOohnSxSuAN5BzWuKx7PkrOGHClgXk_dstwxhxlFiKRgkEfzBaaZ-QFqF/s1600-h/bensbackgroundmyspace.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 190px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4Ae1yAP8ytJe8f94Hf0LujkMa2yRkrxRu_zQx3-JaRe4dDRNK_jct5__L_Egy4nZxhwrYYb9xcGUjd1JNmx6HOohnSxSuAN5BzWuKx7PkrOGHClgXk_dstwxhxlFiKRgkEfzBaaZ-QFqF/s320/bensbackgroundmyspace.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376782977940939826" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">preschool rockz if you get what I mean from that expression..</span></span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilyIthdcS7oOn58rJ9PNVxj0ubKYYH6CmBJNA02F2J7amJKEskGOQ-Abx-YWKPdjTw1E4f80ELQlwUCjEtMsWMudYWRfB1Ex03WsleYx-pi1A_NbrNBPOS7fyeemufLIoKGh0lB8dgWFNE/s1600-h/chatrooms.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 190px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilyIthdcS7oOn58rJ9PNVxj0ubKYYH6CmBJNA02F2J7amJKEskGOQ-Abx-YWKPdjTw1E4f80ELQlwUCjEtMsWMudYWRfB1Ex03WsleYx-pi1A_NbrNBPOS7fyeemufLIoKGh0lB8dgWFNE/s320/chatrooms.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376786236507950242" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">you'll never know who you're chattin' with... so always be careful... =P</span></span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">and last but not least....</span></span><br />.......<br />.....<br />...<br />..<br />.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH3jmNAHGNp_f2V3GVbU2PlmbLOX4181qR0ABIk8Z2LTUXNG3UBdB2NMtk81edSkkMn6SLHM2puLN78NmSomrgUEmoHHVqOVptGE53OLeHEIBmWyySNdxtY5F8qNwfJu4tXdAserrqEDWj/s1600-h/funny9.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 179px; height: 71px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH3jmNAHGNp_f2V3GVbU2PlmbLOX4181qR0ABIk8Z2LTUXNG3UBdB2NMtk81edSkkMn6SLHM2puLN78NmSomrgUEmoHHVqOVptGE53OLeHEIBmWyySNdxtY5F8qNwfJu4tXdAserrqEDWj/s320/funny9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376788073200948370" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Ooopsy.. if dats ever true...<br /><br />cheerios peeps..<br /></span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Kz Khaz</span><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span></div></div>Kzy Boihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16410397709680986985noreply@blogger.com0