tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48729979333416586012012-01-27T14:39:45.886+08:00LYnoreply@blogger.comBlogger41100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4872997933341658601.post-54871979836726758402012-01-25T03:10:00.000+08:002012-01-25T03:16:42.493+08:00<div>Clothed in half of what was on last night, on the bed, sofa, carpet, anywhere nice and sleepable, get a first puff from the nearest cigarette while getting change into comfy clothes. Skate down to the nearest place to could get food, daily needs and proceed to doing whatever in life. </div><div><br /></div><div>Would probably love to. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4872997933341658601-5487197983672675840?l=lylovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LYnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4872997933341658601.post-88672439206020270062012-01-24T01:08:00.005+08:002012-01-24T01:20:09.293+08:00Its not your fault for not knowing, and its my choice for not telling. I'm not gonna bother to break our hearts, neither will I think about you being here for me. I feel lousy right now and Its alright that I am not feeling anything about it, yet. The sourness, the cringe, its not around tonight. I could, if I would, lie around in an empty apartment lying around naked with cigarettes everywhere. Not depress, just lifestyle. Actually, I'm just going to go to bed. I'm not gonna tell you,<div><div><br /></div><div>and no one will. </div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4872997933341658601-8867243920602027006?l=lylovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LYnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4872997933341658601.post-22504493101022181112012-01-17T22:34:00.003+08:002012-01-17T22:44:24.053+08:00<div>A rather happy thought, I feel really grateful today. Even though I had to go through a 2hour class with my uncomfortable cramps which eventually subsided after a short nap, I'm still glad to be where I'm right now. </div><div><br /></div><div>I've many things in life I can be thankful of, which I'm not going to go down the list. Just looking around me have already unlimited amount of things that I don't RIGHTFULLY deserved. The moment I was born with loved, fed, educated and probably many other countless things, I've already been considered pampered. I don't own everything, but I don't deserved anything either. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4872997933341658601-2250449310102218111?l=lylovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LYnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4872997933341658601.post-36894577770873148542012-01-16T23:19:00.001+08:002012-01-17T01:33:09.795+08:00After reading spaces that I haven't read in a long time, I realize I used blogger in a different way which I did back then, where I express my thoughts and details about my daily activities with a HUGE amount of photos about the day. Very personal, but it moved on to a platform where I share my personal style and inspirations. Looking back, I really miss the times where I could pen down my thoughts and I decided to open up a new space using my previous URL. Rare thoughts, might even be forgotten, but I'll give it a try.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4872997933341658601-3689457777087314854?l=lylovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LYnoreply@blogger.com