tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53423908753642381972024-02-06T18:51:37.867-08:00© lostpinkdiarypensive. fshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08721971898687727591noreply@blogger.comBlogger208125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5342390875364238197.post-11635459695608921422016-10-02T10:06:00.001-07:002016-10-02T10:06:18.909-07:00BAEstands for before anyone else. <div>you are and gonna always be my bae. </div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>b. </div>fshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08721971898687727591noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5342390875364238197.post-74609185404133043042016-10-02T10:04:00.001-07:002016-10-02T10:04:11.027-07:00do you miss me?everytime you leave<br><div>i wish for nothing but </div><div>for you to come back </div><div><br></div><div>when you aren't there</div><div>i wish for nothing but</div><div>for you to be there </div><div><br></div><div>when you are busy </div><div>i wish for nothing but</div><div>for you to spend some time with me</div><div><br></div><div>when you dont smile</div><div>i wish for nothing but</div><div>for you to give me the sweetest smile </div><div><br></div><div>when i am lonely</div><div>i wish for nothing but</div><div>for you to hug me </div><div><br></div><div>when i cry</div><div>i wish for nothing but </div><div>for you to wipe away my tears </div><div><br></div><div>when i am on the edge of breaking down</div><div>i wish for nothing but</div><div>for you to hold you </div><div><br></div><div>above all </div><div>i wish you miss me like how i miss you </div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>b </div>fshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08721971898687727591noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5342390875364238197.post-28495525726049462932016-10-02T09:57:00.001-07:002016-10-02T09:57:10.642-07:00that's how i'll belook at the rose everyday<div>look at how it dies slowly</div><div>for without you</div><div>that's how i'll be </div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>b </div>fshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08721971898687727591noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5342390875364238197.post-59766691452497330842016-09-30T06:28:00.001-07:002016-09-30T06:28:51.422-07:00no titlea victim of circumstances<div>in those circumstances i was found guilty</div>fshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08721971898687727591noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5342390875364238197.post-18166209563445983882016-07-13T04:00:00.001-07:002016-07-13T04:00:26.717-07:00clips, broken<div>clips.</div><div>attached you to me. </div><div>clips. broken.</div><div>you flew away. </div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>fs. </div>fshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08721971898687727591noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5342390875364238197.post-49957133676584100302016-06-28T02:45:00.001-07:002016-06-28T02:45:19.003-07:00fav<div>Careless Whisper by George Michael</div><div><br></div><div>I feel so unsure</div><div>As I take your hand</div><div>And lead you to the dance floor</div><div>As the music dies</div><div>Something in your eyes</div><div>Calls to mind a silver screen</div><div>And all it's sad goodbyes</div><div><br></div><div>I'm never gonna dance again</div><div>Guilty feet have got no rhythm</div><div>Though it's easy to pretend</div><div>I know you're not a fool</div><div>I should've known better than to cheat a friend</div><div>And waste a chance that I've been given</div><div>So I'm never gonna dance again</div><div>The way I danced with you</div><div><br></div><div>Time can never mend</div><div>The careless whispers of a good friend</div><div>To the heart and mind</div><div>Ignorance is kind</div><div>There's no comfort in the truth</div><div>Pain is all you'll find</div><div><br></div><div>Tonight the music seems so loud</div><div>I wish that we could lose this crowd</div><div>Maybe it's better this way</div><div>We'd hurt each other with the things we want to say</div><div>We could have been so good together</div><div>We could have lived this dance forever</div><div>But now who's gonna dance with me</div><div>Please stay</div><div><br></div><div>Now that you've gone</div><div>Now that you've gone</div><div>Now that you've gone</div><div>Was what I did so wrong</div><div>So wrong that you had to leave me alone</div>fshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08721971898687727591noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5342390875364238197.post-71891449977509163072016-06-26T09:03:00.001-07:002016-06-26T09:03:40.429-07:00hmm..<div>i've missed you. </div><div>not in a we're-going-to-make-out way. </div><div>not in a i-forgive-you way. </div><div>just i've-missed-you way. </div><div><br></div>fshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08721971898687727591noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5342390875364238197.post-9721931686416361152016-06-18T15:13:00.001-07:002016-06-19T14:17:40.271-07:00a cold night and a million thoughts of you<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">one cold night </span><div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">i took a ride </div><div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">cruised around </div><div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">and passed by our hideouts </div><div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">so i drove slow</div><div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">i saw us through the glass windows</div><div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">i thought i would be weeping</div><div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif">but no, i was smiling</font></div><div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif"><br></font></div><div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif"><br></font></div><div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif">b. </font></div>fshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08721971898687727591noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5342390875364238197.post-26718670396511440992016-06-10T07:07:00.001-07:002016-06-10T07:23:45.259-07:00everyday kinda thingyou are my everyday kind of thing<div>perks me up when nothing does</div><div>now that you're gone</div><div>my days are incomplete</div><div>empty as the dessert</div><div><br></div><div>you are my everyday kind of thing</div><div>now that you're gone</div><div>my day ends unsettled </div><div>you consume my thoughts </div><div>sure that i'm not in yours at all</div><div><br></div><div>you are my everyday kind of thing</div><div>everything i do it has been all about you</div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">though now you're gone </span></div><div>you are still my everyday kind of thing </div><div>cause you are in my mind all day long. </div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>b. </div><div><br></div>fshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08721971898687727591noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5342390875364238197.post-58239422006012834042016-06-09T10:05:00.001-07:002016-06-09T10:10:21.748-07:00sleeping on a wet pillowsombre mood slips in<div>between me and this sheet</div><div>my days are empty</div><div>my nights are long </div><div>i wail with sorrow </div><div>but levitates my heart soar</div><div>as scenes, flicker vividly</div><div><br></div><div>b. </div>fshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08721971898687727591noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5342390875364238197.post-87528195609627018812016-06-07T05:18:00.001-07:002016-06-07T05:18:04.286-07:00what you want matters, but what you need is more important.i cupped my hands to recite du'a and i shut my eyes, tight. as i uttering my humble words, i feel couple of tears dropped on my palm. i started to stutter. my voice hardly came out from my throat. i've wet my cheeks. tears rolled, i couldn't hold back. <span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">i ended up curling on my praying mat, crying so hard. </span><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif"><br></font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif">b. <br></font><div><div><br></div></div></div>fshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08721971898687727591noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5342390875364238197.post-27910360605448204792016-06-05T01:01:00.001-07:002016-06-05T01:01:10.891-07:00in between :/<div>it was quite a blow. but it is the truth, even fate cant deny or change it.</div><div>but i cant change my nature either.</div><div>things have taken its toll on me. now, i am standing in between sad and happy. </div><div>happiness in agony, misery in happiness.</div><div>overlapping with one another and always leaving me confused and lost. </div><div>but i want to be in it. </div><div>i couldnt take even a step away. </div><div><br></div><div>i am pretty much broken. </div><div>fixing it up and end up broken still. </div><div>but i thank you for being apart of patching up my broken self.</div><div>might mean nothing to you but meant everything to me. </div><div><br></div><div>b. </div>fshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08721971898687727591noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5342390875364238197.post-28357352225194647152016-06-01T01:42:00.001-07:002016-06-01T01:42:16.433-07:00remember me<div><br></div><div>time changes everything except something within us</div><div>no matter how things change, </div><div>and whatever we have now,</div><div>time always leaves its shadow behind. </div><div><br></div><div>anywhere you are, wherever you go, </div><div>everytime you tryna find what time is it</div><div>i want you to think of me</div><div><br></div><div>cos i, </div><div>never a second in my life, have not thought of you. 💕</div><div><br></div><div>remember me,</div><div>b. </div><div><br></div>fshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08721971898687727591noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5342390875364238197.post-8050320551120654592016-04-01T23:28:00.001-07:002016-04-01T23:28:20.411-07:00heat stroke? not...hmm <div>i was diagnosed stress recently. </div><div>well i thought im doing ok. <span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">apparently im not. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">plus with the heat, my body doesnt tolerate much of it. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">if this prolongs, it could lead to depression. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">i'm started to reconsider to stay as a teacher. hmm </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">what cause all these, seriously? </span></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif">hmm.. </font></div>fshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08721971898687727591noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5342390875364238197.post-54618404607319877862016-04-01T07:08:00.001-07:002016-04-01T07:08:01.040-07:00to when you were there<br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFfMWlyUFBpZ5p5NiU8hCAqDR5z7MyQYywR2zhuass2sYJKi48eapUNkc-H3XGrq7_bVzoxBX1lTFUHkF5GG5RfqjHHB9dB4HNeqDWa2DZ5XBg5OoNcl-EhQ1XlTvUysAqF5G0G7zLiZQ/s640/blogger-image-457237595.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" 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fshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08721971898687727591noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5342390875364238197.post-26321561848742333342016-03-18T08:30:00.001-07:002016-03-18T08:30:02.792-07:00adjskajshfkasldjskfcking terribly affected by this .. <div>ajsjdksldkdjdkdkskds</div><div><br></div>fshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08721971898687727591noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5342390875364238197.post-55861269472507305452016-03-16T21:18:00.001-07:002016-03-16T21:18:01.972-07:00dont die just yethidup ni memang palat,<div>tapi esok masih ada. </div><div><br></div><div>kalau kau hidup lagi lah esok.</div><div>sebenarnya yang betul-betul kau ada ialah SEKARANG. </div><div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCRSoCVio_c7D3NlCvNBlALkBxKF0fkqrR7DdfTmyBsiSncMd5pzI7EqTCS6upytbRTZVEfDiCS75EM6T5OaOoXtEMw_M7RKe6grmGlgv94m9jRriMK_6OcQKF88eQ7zFGEsuEJxT8h6E/s640/blogger-image--196575705.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCRSoCVio_c7D3NlCvNBlALkBxKF0fkqrR7DdfTmyBsiSncMd5pzI7EqTCS6upytbRTZVEfDiCS75EM6T5OaOoXtEMw_M7RKe6grmGlgv94m9jRriMK_6OcQKF88eQ7zFGEsuEJxT8h6E/s640/blogger-image--196575705.jpg"></a></div></div>fshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08721971898687727591noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5342390875364238197.post-84988170801642519872016-03-16T02:17:00.000-07:002016-03-29T08:15:38.674-07:00spark offwhat if it dies along the way?<br />
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fshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08721971898687727591noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5342390875364238197.post-66017163179353372502016-03-10T06:59:00.000-08:002018-11-12T10:27:05.154-08:00unstable af<div>
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fshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08721971898687727591noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5342390875364238197.post-44907149657236601942014-06-03T18:21:00.001-07:002014-06-03T18:29:57.724-07:00Always The Best for Our Little BubAs I am writing this, I am lying beside my husband on the bed. He is still sleeping, yes, without sound. Teehee~ <div><br></div><div>Alhamdulillah. I think all the basic things needed in welcoming our little bub are all completed. Yesterday, we got a good catch for an infant carseat-cum-carrier. Since husband is in the marketing line, I think its his expertise to haggle and get such a good price. </div><div><br></div><div>We spent quite some time in deciding which infant carseat we want to buy. A few brands were shortlisted after we read reviews on the websites and blogwalkings. Of course the one which stole our heart is BRITAX, the one that The Royal Baby (William's & Kate's) is currently using. But we aren't willing to let our pockets be stolen by it. Hehe</div><div><br></div><div>There are a lot of things need to be considered in choosing a carseat especially its material, position, weight, user-friendliness, price and so on and so forth. Why pay for RM300 for a local brand (which is always reported to be having problems - no offense) when you can get the same price for a baby-carseat maker? Yes? </div><div><br></div><div>We were thinking to grab Halford (UK Brand, assembles in Malaysia) because of how flat it is, and it is important for bub. (I don't want bub to sleep in an awkward position; like sitting and being pushed deep into the carseat) But the material is not that good, plus the only colour available at the moment is black. Black for a carseat? Hmm...maybe not. </div><div><br></div><div>Then, we found hauck. Hauck is quite a new brand for baby stuffs, same like Halford. Hauck is from Germany. To our disappointment, all the baby stores we went to were all out of stock. So we couldn't see and view it. Were only able to view it on the internet. </div><div><br></div><div>After putting a lot of thoughts, we finally bought a MaxiCosi. The one which can be brought on an airplane. It is because of the material which is absolutely good, reasonable price, user-friendly, and light weight. It can be attached to a Quinny stroller, but we don't have one since we already bought Pegperego (because we don't like bulky, sporty, futuristic type of stroller; we like slim and slender like us. HAHA) </div><div><br></div><div>I am satisfied with our choice. and quite excited actually for I have been eyeing MaxiCosi since my early pregnancy. </div><div><br></div><div>We are planning to get a Britax or Cosatto after our lilttle bub turns 1. It sounds more practical to spend more on (or worth buying) something that can be used for a long-term. </div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>Happy mom,</div><div>FS. </div>fshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08721971898687727591noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5342390875364238197.post-34405462970217922922014-05-20T05:38:00.001-07:002014-05-20T06:19:53.593-07:00BreastpumpAfter months of searching and reading reviews on the internet, I've finally decided to buy THAT breastpump. <div><br></div><div>and actually I have purchased it!</div><div>online! HAHA nampak sangat ketidaksabaran disitu.</div><div><br></div><div>I will collect my order during the school holiday. Oh I cant wait!! It was a good deal that I have finally chosen the breastpump. </div><div><br></div><div>I don't read much about breastfeeding though, but I hope my baby will enjoy breastfeeding. (: </div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>mommy-to-be,</div><div>FS. </div><div><br></div>fshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08721971898687727591noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5342390875364238197.post-40840291566868320372014-05-20T00:18:00.001-07:002014-05-20T00:18:56.718-07:00RollI feel happy. <div><br><div>Just to roll on the bed.</div><div>With him. </div><div><br></div><div>Before I left for work. </div></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>si comel,</div><div>FS. </div><div><br></div><div><br></div>fshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08721971898687727591noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5342390875364238197.post-13079588831506851252014-05-10T11:00:00.000-07:002014-05-20T16:39:28.249-07:0032 weeks <span style="font-family: Helvetica;">I am now in my 32 weeks of pregnancy. Whatever I am feeling is becoming overwhelming each day. I feel scared yet I feel excited too. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica;">Everyday I will wake up to the kick of my baby. And I will wait for more, and more, and more kicks. I talk to him. I sing for him. I pat him. I can't wait to see him. So that, I could kiss him as many times as I want. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica;">It has been indeed a beautiful journey. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica;">I am counting days for holidays. So, I can share this experience with my husband. I want to live as a family, like any other normal family, in a happy home. I really want that. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica;">pengharap,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica;">FS</span>fshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08721971898687727591noreply@blogger.com0