tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54183542980935548402024-03-14T02:41:08.049-07:00clouds in my coffeecliche of a bitter-sweet refrainbiancahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13113799235937864000noreply@blogger.comBlogger77125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418354298093554840.post-36768741092380387712012-04-05T14:19:00.001-07:002012-04-05T14:19:23.400-07:00oh godits gone...<div><br /></div><div>gone...</div><div>gone.. goneeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee</div>biancahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13113799235937864000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418354298093554840.post-2509479204704163772012-04-05T13:43:00.002-07:002012-04-05T14:06:37.788-07:00do i know this?<span ><span style="font-size: 100%;">i've realised something, when i blog, its only at those times when i feel something is about to happen or something is actually going on in my life, its always about the complication in 'the' life.</span></span><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">i feel rather weird though.. </div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">i think i am an emotion psychic ,haha. not sure if its the right word. ok.. let me explain my powers.</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">if i want something to happen , and before it happens, i would have a ringing sensation filling up my blood circulation , it goes right up. the only feeling i've felt was only 'disgusted of someone when he/she did something' but whats weird is that. it may not be something disgusting that he does, it may be something he did. like urm... picking up a pencil off the floor.. i know.. weird huh.. </div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><div><span ><span style="font-size: 100%;">if im with that someone, once the bell starts ringing, it is an automatic no-go feeling towards him. i dont even know if this </span>explanation will be understood by whoever that is reading this silly blog.</span></div><div><span ><span style="font-size: 100%;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span ><span style="font-size: 100%;">any ways.... i have a new feeling.. its just...oh god....</span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: 100%; font-family: Georgia, serif; ">i hate it when i cant use words to describe something.</span></div><div><span ><span style="font-size: 100%;">i must be really good if i know how to put feelings into words. i can make sounds.. like... urhhhmmmmm hmmmmm? hm hm hm.. haha</span></span></div><div><span ><span style="font-size: 100%;"> </span></span></div><div><span ><span style="font-size: 100%;">its just a weird feeling... after i felt that.. i think my feelings just fade... maybe not fade.. just... hm i dont know.</span></span></div><div><span >when i think about something , i will really have a full thought about it. so i rather not. be stupid... or wise...</span></div><div><span ><br /></span></div><div><span >....</span></div><div><span >yes true, mouth is the most dangerous thing. so now what you've said has been said and whats done is done. how i wish i could stop you from saying those words. you just rang that bell in me and made me 'think'.</span></div><div><span ><br /></span></div><div><span >my feelings are the most dangerous thing to a person... </span></div><div><span ><br /></span></div><div><span >to you..</span></div><div><span ><br /></span></div><div><span >b.</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div>biancahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13113799235937864000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418354298093554840.post-79884816329253042122011-10-22T05:57:00.000-07:002011-10-22T06:24:09.358-07:0022 october 2011<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 204, 255); font-family: Verdana; background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: small; ">It's not that we aren't meant to be together, I think that we're just not ready for f</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 204, 255); font-family: Verdana; background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: small; ">orever</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 204, 255); font-family: Verdana; background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: small; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 204, 255); font-family: Verdana; background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: small; ">something i've realised.. why do you always put a 100% in a relationship? why? how do you know that this relationship will be the one? if you say 'LOVE' hmm, think twice . </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 204, 255); font-family: Verdana; background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: small; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div>biancahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13113799235937864000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418354298093554840.post-34611169111473920442011-08-23T03:02:00.000-07:002011-08-23T03:08:24.971-07:00like you never?so many words so many lies, eenie mini mynie mo, which is told, which is hidden , which is the truth? be smart. be wise. <div>
<br /></div><div>might think its a tiny lie? tell me the difference between tiny , small , big and huge lies? the size of it? well, what about similarity? they're just lies, still in one category.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>but bare in mind people who accept those lies , always smiles and walk away. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>:)</div><div>
<br /></div><div>bye.</div>biancahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13113799235937864000noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418354298093554840.post-70037886767657526262011-07-18T09:59:00.000-07:002011-07-19T02:28:17.260-07:00memories?dont you ever questioned yourselves? <div>some memories are automatically x-out but some stays put in the tiny lil part of the brain. say... the expression on your mummy's face when you first take your lil baby steps? i want to have a memory of how things felt or how things smelled, i want to have those kind of memories! </div><div><br /></div><div>and those kind of memories which stays are somehow connected to feelings , something you want to hold on to or something you can't let go. well its like a diary.</div><div><br /></div><div>recently, i've been haunting my memories, i've missed them, i want to be in that particular memory again, i want to do, say or feel the same again. i think i kinda need a time machine. well past is the past ay? that is why it is called 'memory' and they say move on...</div><div><br /></div><div>b.</div>biancahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13113799235937864000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418354298093554840.post-58269883503442503672011-01-03T07:38:00.000-08:002011-01-03T07:42:41.271-08:00!!@#@#have you ever felt so urghhhh erggghhhh irgggghhhhh??! eventhough you're shouting, no one hears you? yea. it feels like ripping off an expensive top!biancahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13113799235937864000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418354298093554840.post-85505540712925941912010-10-01T03:14:00.000-07:002010-10-01T03:24:49.396-07:00what else?what else can i do?biancahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13113799235937864000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418354298093554840.post-8230277247908652482010-08-15T20:52:00.000-07:002010-08-15T21:27:49.014-07:00two books coveri was reading back my old posts, and there was a blog i blogged about choices. (2008) well, yes, there is definitely a list of choices in life, and it depends on which one you'd choose. so, i guess from the way things turn out, it looks like i've been choosing the not-so-right ones. ... some. or im just trying to prove myself wrong in the decisions i made. something's definitely wrong with me. ah. blame the part of the brain which controls emotions. but you know what, im a virgo, i cant help it. so what if im a clean freak, but there is always a mess somewhere hidden under the bed or in the closet (if you have not noticed) , and so what if i evoke negative feelings? but something you should know about a virgo, we 'virgos' have uncanny sense of our surroundings, people, so before getting to know a virgo, i suggest you read about us, just so to avoid problems. hehbiancahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13113799235937864000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418354298093554840.post-17053494119879868132010-07-12T21:15:00.000-07:002010-07-12T22:25:05.058-07:00life is base on a series of choices. everyone goes from choosing the wrong one to the right one, and some of them know it is wrong but yet wants it to be right, or trying to turn it into right, am i right?<br /><br />ok. im off to watch some dvds.biancahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13113799235937864000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418354298093554840.post-74045151610500734762010-06-08T20:58:00.000-07:002010-06-08T21:07:14.666-07:00po po po poker FACEi am currently dealing with STRESS. the main source of STRESS is of course ,the university itself.<br />so much to do, so little time. such a cliche and yet its true. eventhough my assignments are not as much as it were before, (because i was doing it of course) i still have so much to do, search this and that, copy this and that, design this and that, stupid stuff, but fun. *weird* my finals is only less than two weeks away, my progress is... 0% sigh. i would love to work on my finals now, but i have others to do as well. SH*T. these two minutes im taking now, to blog, i could have used the two minutes to take out my pencils. aihhhhhh. aosfhsh\fwyefsdbfamsnffie.<br />bye!!!<br /><br />bbiancahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13113799235937864000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418354298093554840.post-32099172763634011052010-05-22T02:30:00.001-07:002010-05-22T06:29:54.887-07:00...so.. my last update was in *coughs* <span style="font-size:78%;">march</span>. what have i been up to yea? ... gee... i dont know, im tired. my brain is not in a thinking mode right now.<br />ah. i went to kuching, school trip. more and more assignments. hm. speaking of school, my semester is coming to an end soon, 3 more weeks, which means 3 more weeks of torture and stress and sleepless nights! sigh. architecture, architorture.<br />and now.. i better get back to my assignment. this..!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGQwHdqZ_aOs0fUul1K0_7a12lVqrKAiuetWy0fANrJ2WvtGnEZvDyz_fpX5GD0h42l1efQcTFsn-xDJRnCfaFrw6TCf4MyMIFyVQXrXHuuNE9XoZfvfazXZ5foDHBK1-UwDyDnDgpCNMy/s1600/IMG_4535.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGQwHdqZ_aOs0fUul1K0_7a12lVqrKAiuetWy0fANrJ2WvtGnEZvDyz_fpX5GD0h42l1efQcTFsn-xDJRnCfaFrw6TCf4MyMIFyVQXrXHuuNE9XoZfvfazXZ5foDHBK1-UwDyDnDgpCNMy/s320/IMG_4535.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474033500027271394" border="0" /></a><br />pfft... bye now<br /><br />b.biancahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13113799235937864000noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418354298093554840.post-78323056503299212272010-03-14T20:19:00.000-07:002010-03-14T20:25:31.584-07:00shoot me. im a girli sometimes am embarrassed by my own gender. yes, he'd pick her over you among all the other girls, so just back off now and its time for you to get your own .biancahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13113799235937864000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418354298093554840.post-77501201885223423612010-02-21T07:59:00.000-08:002010-02-21T08:00:22.994-08:00no.who's gonna tell me its the wrong way to put the memory card in my camera?biancahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13113799235937864000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418354298093554840.post-60024163433785625272010-02-20T07:50:00.000-08:002010-02-20T08:03:07.251-08:00counting on ..up to now, im still thinking what is there left to count? days? time? its just a shit part of your life where it would tear down the whole side of a wonderful life of yours you thought you were having.<br />my fear is actually the journey of my life. where ? with who? yes i love surprises, but when it comes down to this.. i would rather know what's gonna happen..<br />i need signs! i hate this so much..when its time, it is time. guess i have to accept that.<br /><br />i know when to go away and trust me i know when to come closer.<br /><br />and so last night, drunk! but im glad i was with him.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCoNTTv4bQ4ZvAR9G6Dts5pATOrdSPpngdz79r836Z_khTLBUXKML9vtcv2vbEOReROQP-WZT1aMxO9wgvJ_BnVG7ZFYKIqiWNVvt-E6oAAYc3HOGrYOKvHMBDreGJor8Se3hoZw7L1kvp/s1600-h/22748_481189245074_815310074_11123350_2066892_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 295px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCoNTTv4bQ4ZvAR9G6Dts5pATOrdSPpngdz79r836Z_khTLBUXKML9vtcv2vbEOReROQP-WZT1aMxO9wgvJ_BnVG7ZFYKIqiWNVvt-E6oAAYc3HOGrYOKvHMBDreGJor8Se3hoZw7L1kvp/s320/22748_481189245074_815310074_11123350_2066892_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440356436587284306" border="0" /></a>geez.. time flies. sigh.biancahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13113799235937864000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418354298093554840.post-26062127548364894182010-02-11T05:51:00.000-08:002010-02-11T05:57:33.839-08:00my boyfriend says..her boyfriend sat down on his squeeky chair.<br /> his girlfriend said "im gonna blog now, havent been blogging for quite some time"<br /> " you're just gonna say, my stupid boyfriend is playing his stupid game'' says the mister.<br />so the girlfriend...<br /><br />my stupid boyfriend is playing his STUPID game.<br /><br />and yes, that's my stupid boyfriend. too bad i love him. ;Dbiancahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13113799235937864000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418354298093554840.post-60276984317556615762010-02-04T06:09:00.000-08:002010-02-04T06:32:39.977-08:00emotional injurylife is a series of hellos and goodbyes yea? time goes by so fast. people walk in and out of your life. how can everything in life be so vulnerable?<br />sometimes the best thing to do is to hold up your head high, blink back all the tears and say goodbye.<br /><br />i would let you go because i know you're worth holding onto.biancahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13113799235937864000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418354298093554840.post-17596018241887468702010-01-13T05:20:00.000-08:002010-01-13T05:26:51.020-08:00flying with the misterthe day has finally arrived. will be leaving to bangkok tomorrow.. with the mister. =)<br /><br />heh, sorry mrblog, i'll see you after 2 weeks. ;)<br /><br />b.<br /><br /><p><br /> </p>biancahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13113799235937864000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418354298093554840.post-82047088077075077422010-01-08T23:02:00.001-08:002010-01-08T23:11:18.407-08:00day out with mr october<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUYpJD5ZhR0HEvtD1TaKQPWkcEz7IFcf3PJSNRpSqyjpJcGM0DATzcJK5HJQ5hUjtC8vKmvcjXtkLeqKrkIMh1UV0f4jyQ7H2Ow98BybL76Uc8mXykk5sX8KJ7_Fs8CplGeThG1U2kRC3X/s1600-h/DSC01507.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424632358157242050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUYpJD5ZhR0HEvtD1TaKQPWkcEz7IFcf3PJSNRpSqyjpJcGM0DATzcJK5HJQ5hUjtC8vKmvcjXtkLeqKrkIMh1UV0f4jyQ7H2Ow98BybL76Uc8mXykk5sX8KJ7_Fs8CplGeThG1U2kRC3X/s320/DSC01507.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />had a movie marathon, haha. well, not really but we watched two movies, one after the another,<br />the chipmunks and the morgans. then tony roma's. aha! and i kinda bombed the place with my skills in opening the tomato sauce bottle.<br /><br />haha. what a day. and i got back home missing the mister<br /><br />4 more days. =)<br />b.biancahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13113799235937864000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418354298093554840.post-42038220607033981722010-01-08T22:54:00.000-08:002010-01-08T23:01:59.298-08:00twenty ten<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3qLBt8M97bm7bMVBQuoemub5Rs_0-FFGRpczPzzoySOTN1OVfnrTbz0z-Cnwvs1bKjDJ6gwcYXFSGNBZn3ZfHijrMS8MioBi_9ALic2EE341dDZOcGFDAp-CWoogBXHEv2iG5-8LXm7oE/s1600-h/17980_412983155499_526660499_10423875_8024779_n.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424630558975741218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3qLBt8M97bm7bMVBQuoemub5Rs_0-FFGRpczPzzoySOTN1OVfnrTbz0z-Cnwvs1bKjDJ6gwcYXFSGNBZn3ZfHijrMS8MioBi_9ALic2EE341dDZOcGFDAp-CWoogBXHEv2iG5-8LXm7oE/s320/17980_412983155499_526660499_10423875_8024779_n.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>new year's celebration in el habanero, capsquare. not quite like a pack party place but it was good. less crowded more space. </div><div>happy 2010 people!</div>biancahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13113799235937864000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418354298093554840.post-84205517454804233722010-01-05T17:30:00.001-08:002010-01-05T17:34:03.423-08:00..some things are not meant to be easy. those some things might not be easy because of something. that something is something which is definitely are not meant to be changed. sometimes, some things are better to be left unchanged.<br /><br />b.biancahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13113799235937864000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418354298093554840.post-58354984627610277902010-01-05T00:04:00.001-08:002010-01-05T00:07:28.997-08:00thoughtsi was doing some thinking in the head. and it was just playing around with words of 'do's and donts' . =) no reason why, heh.<br /><br />see you mrblog.<br /><br />but, should ay?<br /><br />b.biancahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13113799235937864000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418354298093554840.post-10840837608903013382010-01-04T23:45:00.000-08:002010-01-04T23:56:39.946-08:00last second. =)i've been listening to this song, didnt know i had this song in my playlist till the first day of new year. im not really a big fan of her's but this song is just .... nice. =)<br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;">You know that I love you so<br />I love you enough to let you go<br />I want you to know<br />It doesn't matter where we take this road<br />Someone's gotta go<br />And I want you to know<br />You couldn't have loved me better<br />But I want you to move on<br />So I'm already gone</span></div><br />'already gone' by kelly clarkson<br />it'd be better if neyo sang it. =)<br /><br />b.biancahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13113799235937864000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418354298093554840.post-21396730723847228052010-01-01T08:35:00.000-08:002010-01-01T08:36:24.389-08:00happy birthday2010biancahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13113799235937864000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418354298093554840.post-14591818987298205352009-12-30T17:59:00.000-08:002009-12-30T18:12:55.061-08:00a new beginning?nahh. my new beginning started when i came into existence. 2010 is just another begining of a new year. but i'm definitely gonna party on the eve's, tonight. i'll miss you 2009, im not ready for 2010, especially the end of 2010, but life goes on. hm?<br /><br />dear 2010, surprise me, will you?<br /><br />ah. a toast to the old year and happy birthday 2010<br /><br />b.<br /><br />ps. first and last ay ?biancahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13113799235937864000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418354298093554840.post-50232613985338564522009-12-25T10:08:00.001-08:002009-12-25T10:12:23.502-08:00christmas baby!this is the time of the year i've been waiting for. CHRISTMAS!<br /><br />well,my christmas is still going on, a whole week of dinners and parties with family and relatives.<br />PRESENTS. <br /><br />miss you santa.biancahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13113799235937864000noreply@blogger.com0