Tear-> air mata :p

Last night i was thinking of you, a tear rolled down my face, i asked the tear "where are you going" the tear replied "there's someone so important in your eyes, there is no room for me"

Thinking of you means "I miss you"
Holding your hand means "I like you"
Squeezing it means "I want to kiss you"
Putting my head on your shoulder means "Comfort me"
My hands on your waist means "Never let me go"
Biting my lip means "I'm jealous"
Staring into your eyes means "Do you love me?"
Winking means "I adore you"
Dreaming of you often means "You're someone special"
Being with you often means "I can't live without you"
And wearing your ring means "You're mine"

juz a story~ :P

I remember the story: John Blanchard stood up from the bench, straightened his Army uniform, and studied the crowd of people making their way through Grand Central Station. He looked for the girl whose heart he knew, but whose face he didn't, the girl with the rose. His interest in her had begun thirteen months before in a Florida library. Taking a book off the shelf he found himself intrigued, not with the words of the book, but with the notes penciled in the margin. The soft handwriting reflected a thoughtful soul and insightful mind.

In the front of the book, he discovered the previous owner's name, Miss Holly Maynell. With time and effort he located her address. She lived in New York City. He wrote her a letter introducing himself and inviting her to correspond.
The next day he was shipped overseas for service in World War II. During the next year and one month, the two grew to know each other through the mail. Each letter was a seed falling on a fertile heart. A romance was budding. Blanchard requested a photograph, but she refused. She felt that if he really cared, it wouldn't matter what she looked like
When the day finally came for him to return from Europe, they scheduled their first meeting - 7.00 p.m. at the Grand Central Station in New York.

"You'll recognize me," she wrote, "by the red rose I'll be wearing on my lapel." So at 7.00 p.m. he was in the station looking for a girl whose heart he loved, but whose face he'd never seen. I'll let Mr. Blanchard tell you what happened:

A young woman was coming toward me, her figure long and slim. Her blonde hair lay back in curls from her delicate ears; her eyes were blue as flowers. Her lips and chin had a gentle firmness, and in her pale green suit she was like springtime come alive. I started toward her, entirely forgetting to notice that she was not wearing a rose. As I moved, a small provocative smile curved her lips. "Going my way, sailor?" she murmured.

Almost uncontrollably, I made one step closer to her, and then I saw Holly Maynell. She was standing almost directly behind the girl. A woman well past 40, she had graying hair tucked under a worn hat. She was more than plump, her thick-ankled feet thrust into low-heeled shoes. The girl in the green suit was walking quickly away. I felt as though I was split in two, so keen was my desire to follow her, and yet so deep was my longing for the woman whose spirit had truly companioned me and upheld my own.

And there she stood. Her pale, plump face was gentle and sensible, her gray eyes had a warm and kindly twinkle. I did not hesitate. My fingers gripped the small worn blue leather copy of the book that was to identify me to her.

This would not be love, but it would be something precious, something perhaps even better than love, a friendship for which I had been and must ever by grateful. I squared my shoulders and saluted and held out the book to the woman, even though while I spoke I felt choked by the bitterness of my disappointment. "I'm Lieutenant John Blanchard, and you must be Miss Maynell. I am so glad you could meet me; may I take you to dinner?" The woman's face broadened into a tolerant smile. "I don't know what this is about, son," she answered, "but the young lady in the green suit who just went by, she begged me to wear this rose on my coat. And she said if you were to ask me out to dinner, I should tell you that she is waiting for you in the big restaurant across the street. She said it was some kind of test!"

Speechless

If only you knew... Everytime I see you, im speechless... breathless. Whenever I have the chance to see you, I'd take it in an instant. If you knew how often I thought of you, you'd be blown away. If you knew that I compare everyone else I come across to you, you'd be blushing. But if you knew how badly you hurt my heart and how whenever I see you I just want to break down and cry... you would feel so guilty that someone so "special" to you has to feel this unbearable pain... even worse, you're the person causing it.

Kesah lame :P

Assalamualaikum,

Now thanks to you...I'm scared to fall in love again. First of all, you broke my heart when I expected you to be the last one to do it. And now I'm left with my heart broken and in pieces and you don't even bother to notice. It's sad because all along I thought you knew me better than everyone else....but now I am starting to wonder if you even knew me at all.

Nothing!

"I may not get to see you as often as I like. I may not get to hold you in my arms all through the night. But deep in my heart I truly know, you're the one that I love, and I can't let you go."

Hurmm~

I really think there's a reason that I like him so much. Like something is telling me not to let him go. Every time I follow my heart... it leads me to him. I mean... what other explanation is there. Why is it that he is all I can think about? Why is it that no matter how upset I am... I see him and I can't help but smile? Why is it that when he smiles at me... I get that feeling in my stomach? And even when he'd broken my heart, and hurt me as much as anyone could ever hurt me... when he lied to me... and I hated him... why then did I still feel those same feelings? Answer me that, and then I'll tell you why I let him hurt me so much.Because I Love Him so Much.

Tik Tok Tik Tok! Yeah~

Finally bleh lah aku jadi Photography dah.. By Nikon D7000~ haha.

Now, Dad sruh aku blajar Taekwando plak -.-'

Aduh..aku mne lah minat.. mntang2 lah kakak aku pndai taekwando hnggakn aku dn adik2 aku prlu msuk taekwando!!kate Dad untuk mempertahan-kn diri...huhu.. aduhai-.-'

Hurm.. Xpe lah. Juz try first~! haha.. Mulai taun dpn aku akn blajar taekwando, and Sambung aku pnya Guitar Class and sambung aku pnya Photography Class. Hah! juz waiting for taun dpn cmne lah time table aku plak!! mesty FULL dgN jadual yg busy..aduh! ><' TakNak!!

Mase nak naik tngkatan 3, aku mmg dh break dah my Guitar class sbb nk tumpukan pd PMR. tp, skrng dah xlagi.. so, sekarang kene lah smbung balik my Guitar class.. aduh! gile3 =P

lps hbis Tngkatan 4, Nak msuk tnGkatan 5..aku perlu break plak jdual class aku untuk tumpukan pd SPM plak...aduh-,-'

btw, tnggu dan lihat je cmne aku lalui hidup aku skrng nie.. (Pejam celik)X2 dah dewasa..hehe. :P

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