tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261760292024-03-13T23:46:54.531+08:00Feel The FreedomClarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03392929227037661954noreply@blogger.comBlogger312125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26176029.post-91950918049917651982011-01-10T23:48:00.000+08:002011-01-10T23:49:03.983+08:00<span style="font-size:180%;">hey whoever reads this blog :) moved to </span><a href="http://sundayiscoming.tumblr.com/"><span style="font-size:180%;">http://sundayiscoming.tumblr.com</span></a>Clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03392929227037661954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26176029.post-21251915318752682302010-12-07T00:43:00.001+08:002010-12-07T00:46:18.723+08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1RC73UzfDiRqEy_Jy-AAx5LYxy2zAaXP7AxSw2YLX6ScLZ8q48BhLxm9CbD3TxKVsc-6DQ_gD5RhOKZEeXDoS7J3OummADeIwCrbCcKLOfkZFjkemO9XoZnSRY0xgBUl9Kjht/s1600/Will_it_be_love__by_ooOIndreOoo.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 122px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547611443057091986" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1RC73UzfDiRqEy_Jy-AAx5LYxy2zAaXP7AxSw2YLX6ScLZ8q48BhLxm9CbD3TxKVsc-6DQ_gD5RhOKZEeXDoS7J3OummADeIwCrbCcKLOfkZFjkemO9XoZnSRY0xgBUl9Kjht/s320/Will_it_be_love__by_ooOIndreOoo.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center">ALWAYS</div><div></div>Clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03392929227037661954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26176029.post-85554871676211144582010-11-29T21:58:00.000+08:002010-11-29T22:12:29.564+08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzE93X2yit7sz16dnCMnp0VfnCng2hbwtMAKUDs9exegY4_CeX7eDzpGM3iiyZ6o5-QipqAuoOxiimbeJ4Ta3TTYjzn9xN7NOlPGBmaaYp7bDTmxikjdhba1r6J3Bo1R9nYSwD/s1600/Pray_To_The_Above.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544974333572209954" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzE93X2yit7sz16dnCMnp0VfnCng2hbwtMAKUDs9exegY4_CeX7eDzpGM3iiyZ6o5-QipqAuoOxiimbeJ4Ta3TTYjzn9xN7NOlPGBmaaYp7bDTmxikjdhba1r6J3Bo1R9nYSwD/s320/Pray_To_The_Above.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div>Clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03392929227037661954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26176029.post-60271391573296255412010-11-15T22:40:00.001+08:002010-11-15T22:43:30.373+08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw7yKvGCw1ukWaK-gfZCLs2el-a4xJN5lTjg_gKK7kDn16yVDrjcGBhfmTdWa69Y-1C-2qRR5B9zDzpqSeObwYMTcRJrv2MwTPZ77dmpu4su-loDinB5X_To6Vqb6VJkpOMto0/s1600/127402686979051.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw7yKvGCw1ukWaK-gfZCLs2el-a4xJN5lTjg_gKK7kDn16yVDrjcGBhfmTdWa69Y-1C-2qRR5B9zDzpqSeObwYMTcRJrv2MwTPZ77dmpu4su-loDinB5X_To6Vqb6VJkpOMto0/s320/127402686979051.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539786910397343666" border="0" /></a><br />This picture says everything :)<br />Happy 9th L&C day <3<br /></div>Clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03392929227037661954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26176029.post-78293422089731231612010-11-08T22:41:00.003+08:002010-11-08T22:55:27.407+08:00<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJhIStw_yGHriOeQaf6zEbeeJwbKd2LupHXNJuKinBhNUQel7U_kttkpA3yRxdmKG05P6F_N5X1Vyqk2nTWiAWJryJrLJboPZ0CnjycncvUvEne1VDCKJdc8eU6a1QJLK9x5UG/s1600/Friendship.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 248px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537189120954769074" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJhIStw_yGHriOeQaf6zEbeeJwbKd2LupHXNJuKinBhNUQel7U_kttkpA3yRxdmKG05P6F_N5X1Vyqk2nTWiAWJryJrLJboPZ0CnjycncvUvEne1VDCKJdc8eU6a1QJLK9x5UG/s320/Friendship.jpg" /></a>
<br />YOU GUYS ARE THE BOMB.</div><div align="center">I chose the photo above cause there are 3 socks.</div><div align="center">One for Marion, Charis and me!</div><div align="center">You guys have been the major part of my life.</div><div align="center">Even though ONE of us is far away,</div><div align="center">It doesn't change the friendship we have.</div><div align="center">Many years ago,</div><div align="center">We had this really childish quarrel.</div><div align="center">I don't even remember what it was now.</div><div align="center">But I know that it has brought us closer.</div><div align="center">Anyway thanks for everything.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>Marion:</strong></span></div><div align="center">18 years and counting.</div><div align="center">Has been amazing.</div><div align="center">But please come home quick.</div><div align="center">We need to talk,</div><div align="center">Eat cheesecake,</div><div align="center">Eat sakae,</div><div align="center">Talk somemore,</div><div align="center">Take tons of photos</div><div align="center">And do so many things more :)</div><div align="center">Just come back.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>Charis:</strong></span></div><div align="center">Only about a day more.</div><div align="center">One important part of your life.</div><div align="center">Remember we're always there.</div><div align="center">Do your best.</div><div align="center">You always top everything you do :)</div><div align="center">It's gonna be fine.</div><div align="center">Worry less, pray more.</div><div align="center">God's always there for you too.</div><div align="center">We will partaee soon!</div><div align="center">Look forward to it.</div><div align="center">All the best smartass <3</div>
<br />Clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03392929227037661954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26176029.post-3304522684929541542010-10-31T22:49:00.006+08:002010-10-31T23:23:38.569+08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIXOP2NeSlXhR11CloI-UVbSgFVne2IABCBY1988YRNoUT3sWHOZTa0xwJlXZtSFphKXNvzKLOROSsNipU_EgnuDtot22ydUpWlMvQGSYIMw4Ta7Z4N0lWCHw-2VmGoyh7i0ob/s1600/4457ee00eb89afbb.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 116px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534222740834888306" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIXOP2NeSlXhR11CloI-UVbSgFVne2IABCBY1988YRNoUT3sWHOZTa0xwJlXZtSFphKXNvzKLOROSsNipU_EgnuDtot22ydUpWlMvQGSYIMw4Ta7Z4N0lWCHw-2VmGoyh7i0ob/s320/4457ee00eb89afbb.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div align="left">Halloween in Singapore is ridonkculous. I'm serious! Asians have no idea what halloween is all about. All they do is make costumes shorter, tighter and wear lesser. It's like skank party. SAD. Then people spend halloween meeting up with mates, drinking and getting themselves dead drunk. Only to have their not-so-drunk friends drag them home by their underwear. How classy. What is the point of going clubbing when people just get dead drunk? Clubbing is fine, but people need to know how to club smart. Anyway halloween just gives people the privillage of sauntering through places wearing their towels, underwear and better off .. men in skin-tight tutus. Priceless. Do you know how scary it is to be walking around and suddenly you see a man wearing a tutu?! It freaked the hell out of me. Like hello, God made you a man. Please don't disappoint Him. There are kids around! What would they grow up thinking? Poor kids, scary childhood.</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">In conclusion, halloween in Singapore is kinda wasted. It seems like all people do is go drinking and then scream in random people's faces. And no I do not enjoy having people scream in my face and their saliva flying all over me. Save the spittle for someone else who would enjoy it more. Don't waste it on me. And yes to those strangers who asked if I was old enough, I AM 18 PEOPLE. Don't rain on my parade. I'm young but I have a mind of my own. I don't mind dressing up, meeting with friends, sit down and have a good drink. But please don't bring me to clarke quay clubbing anymore. It scared the crap out of me. Not worth the emotional trauma. </div><br /><div align="center"></div>Clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03392929227037661954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26176029.post-81756911667439492812010-09-03T01:50:00.004+08:002010-09-03T01:54:49.701+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi812h7Z1xrLnFadI8477UwvR1-yebguJ_PAa8ZOOnaJ8FoJRVjrU1R70UxJK93h2BtVpVyUe2CGzohTriwxqhyBVvi-uzaKuMm1t76E33clNMGnsx1w5d9CfxIpWGhlZlFTwj-/s1600/tumblr_l2lbhmD4nl1qb2ty3o1_500.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/AVvXsEi812h7Z1xrLnFadI8477UwvR1-yebguJ_PAa8ZOOnaJ8FoJRVjrU1R70UxJK93h2BtVpVyUe2CGzohTriwxqhyBVvi-uzaKuMm1t76E33clNMGnsx1w5d9CfxIpWGhlZlFTwj-/s320/tumblr_l2lbhmD4nl1qb2ty3o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512376073286177538" border="0" /></a><br /><p align="center">I am thankful for everything I have experienced<br /> In this life of mine<br /> For in all I have found<br /> That in His Word-the answers I find</p> <p align="center">I am thankful for all the tears I have cried<br /> For they have taught me to appreciate laughter<br /> They have given me the ability to see the<br /> The joy that comes after</p> <p align="center">Through my tears I have come to know<br /> His Holy Spirit in my life<br /> How He is always there<br /> And comforts through the strife</p> <p align="center">I am thankful for the storms I have encountered<br /> Knowing that the rainbow is at the end<br /> Realization that they are only temporal<br /> That with time all will mend</p> <p align="center">I have learned that I don’t need to be strong<br /> For Yahshua supplies the strength for me<br /> He shoulders my burdens<br /> Regardless of what the circumstance may be</p> <p align="center">I am thankful for all the relationships<br /> For the good and yes, for the bad<br /> For they have given life to my emotions<br /> An appreciation of what I have had</p> <p align="center">My most valuable relationship<br /> Is that with Yahweh, my Father<br /> I know that I can trust Him<br /> As I can trust no other</p> <p align="center">I am thankful for the pain I have known<br /> It has given a compassion for the suffering<br /> An ability to reach out to others<br /> An appreciation of little things</p> <p align="center">I understand the greatness of Yahshuas love<br /> And the pain He has suffered for me<br /> How He endured all things<br /> So that I could be set free</p> <p align="center">I am thankful for the hunger and thirst<br /> That I have had to go through<br /> I appreciate having food before me<br /> And sharing it with others too</p> <p align="center">He has given himself as my food and drink<br /> To make sure that I was fed<br /> His Blood shed for my drink<br /> And His Body broken for my bread</p> <p align="center">Most of all, I am thankful for His Grace<br /> For the provisions that it brings<br /> How it has provided for<br /> Me in all things</p> <p class="Red" align="center"> Kathleen Shelton Poulson</p>Clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03392929227037661954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26176029.post-87218550367585299182010-08-22T21:56:00.002+08:002010-08-22T22:25:27.123+08:00<div style="text-align: center;">Dear army boy(s),<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I understand that it is extremely interesting<br />& fabby to be in the army.<br />All the obstacle courses,<br />field camps,<br />funny encounters in the nurse's office,<br />and many others.<br />But sometimes,<br />I just hope you guy would<br />just shaddup about it.<br />Talking about it once in a while is<br />FINE.<br />But,<br />talking about it constantly,<br />repeating it over and over again<br />every time you meet your other friends<br />is just simply annoying.<br />Even though no one says anything,<br />deep down inside,<br />we just wanna give you a huge-ass punch,<br />and tell you to change the topic.<br />It was funny to hear all the stories<br />you guys had to share.<br />But I just hope<br />that maybe,<br />you would think of the people around you.<br />Your friends,<br />girlfriends,<br />and maybe parents<br />who have been tolerating you all these while.<br />There are so many other topics to talk about<br />that everyone can participate in.<br />So please,<br />please,<br />please.<br />Think about the people around you.<br />Army stories are great,<br />but not too much.<br />It just makes us feel<br />unwelcomed,<br />unwanted<br />and sometimes plain lousy.<br />So do us that favor ya?<br /><br />Lovelove,<br />Clare (:<br /></div>Clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03392929227037661954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26176029.post-85559489144270166032010-07-15T23:47:00.000+08:002010-07-20T23:51:24.973+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4gqQHSWfxdXKiQMBG6r3ahb-R6NvB9Vx8O7a7tGTr5X_5eL0KY_e5F3IVZXDqiVjDAhn0qIPYkw19If_vZUpPrOwJpFkhWzqLH6p9dTeQqhXuKQ2fmm3zFShrugqwuR6zHPbb/s1600/tumblr_l10a4fogx81qb0oiko1_500.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4gqQHSWfxdXKiQMBG6r3ahb-R6NvB9Vx8O7a7tGTr5X_5eL0KY_e5F3IVZXDqiVjDAhn0qIPYkw19If_vZUpPrOwJpFkhWzqLH6p9dTeQqhXuKQ2fmm3zFShrugqwuR6zHPbb/s320/tumblr_l10a4fogx81qb0oiko1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496016233072047538" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">It's the 5th L&C day<br />I still do love you<br /></div>Clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03392929227037661954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26176029.post-69249383157405888982010-07-14T23:40:00.002+08:002010-07-14T23:44:15.722+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihiMT99anpuDxG64GqwkBee9tljREt4xMVwqL8MFKQC9bNxWb1mVhyj1h60MKthDqPLfmbySI83GoSWtem07oh9D6JqnUqy7NOxanMMuAh0J7ymht9bY0AJ5pqsUPnu0m41P25/s1600/tumblr_l21vvr3yIx1qztsrto1_500.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihiMT99anpuDxG64GqwkBee9tljREt4xMVwqL8MFKQC9bNxWb1mVhyj1h60MKthDqPLfmbySI83GoSWtem07oh9D6JqnUqy7NOxanMMuAh0J7ymht9bY0AJ5pqsUPnu0m41P25/s320/tumblr_l21vvr3yIx1qztsrto1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493787930408766946" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >i hope so too</span><br /></div>Clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03392929227037661954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26176029.post-81586787541768964352010-06-07T22:51:00.000+08:002010-06-07T22:53:02.343+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM2iKGpuqOD50XHbJND0Clbnj2XN-D5VYeF-aHgzrIQFlKMkAffYmSkv7FSQ36maq0t8AH64C-g6fj_LQxbnD_nG9vAa45KoQJFU51TsZOWVUcFEUjkSb0OMMCaUqPt8bp9K7y/s1600/L+%26+C+%283%29.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM2iKGpuqOD50XHbJND0Clbnj2XN-D5VYeF-aHgzrIQFlKMkAffYmSkv7FSQ36maq0t8AH64C-g6fj_LQxbnD_nG9vAa45KoQJFU51TsZOWVUcFEUjkSb0OMMCaUqPt8bp9K7y/s320/L+%26+C+%283%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480044641294780994" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;">maybe, baby</span><br /></div>Clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03392929227037661954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26176029.post-72777714647494633352010-05-22T20:55:00.002+08:002010-05-22T21:04:43.936+08:00I can't seem to be doing anything right these days :( screwed up projects, not watching my language, being late for school, doing everything else except the things I need to do and worse of all, not being understanding to other people's feelings :( honestly, I don't really mean to. But that is the worse excuse of all, because you do to others what you want other to do unto you.<br /><br />I'm really sorry. I keep repeating and promising to stop talking about you :( but I just can't seem to keep that promise. Deep down I know that it hurts you when I talk about it, but do I shut up ... NO :( you're really important to me, and yet I can't seem to realise you're pissed with me. I feel like such a loser. I know whatever I say would not make anything right. Cause I was being an idiot and hurting you time and time again.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">It's gonna be my 18th birthday, big day. However, it seems like it's gonna be one of the suckiest birthday ever. Cause I constant keep hurting the people around me, the people I love. F :(</span></span>Clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03392929227037661954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26176029.post-53474806773617070422010-05-22T00:12:00.002+08:002010-05-22T00:41:38.089+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGIRlcfbTsh6-my042swq07-y7XHNQTLtXoxaPglydOAYiMhobXHgV-5FckYGPQHiYvfH6p5QlauKjFrSW1tqXaKzOZQcsrpStSQIFDzNUtxRGjCV7d6xlzXFzbvW2nmOswa09/s1600/Couple_by_Magdorf.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 301px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGIRlcfbTsh6-my042swq07-y7XHNQTLtXoxaPglydOAYiMhobXHgV-5FckYGPQHiYvfH6p5QlauKjFrSW1tqXaKzOZQcsrpStSQIFDzNUtxRGjCV7d6xlzXFzbvW2nmOswa09/s320/Couple_by_Magdorf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473764036600796594" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >3 MONTHS</span><br />& counting<br /></div>Clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03392929227037661954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26176029.post-83599300131433746692010-05-02T03:01:00.000+08:002010-05-02T03:04:06.754+08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1Zvfw3XHSoD-U_4qoV6xm01ymrdPwpuMn20Nawu61UWG3AtqOgYwhrnrEYlPxMR_Wd9f7GKaALwzeMigCWRrShJJAAAfh7v_BkeH7ZBtjPsPr2hq7bvbT9YHyNnm45SPq4z07/s1600/Love_Is_A_Puzzle_by_pinkparis1233.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 199px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466379329385667266" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1Zvfw3XHSoD-U_4qoV6xm01ymrdPwpuMn20Nawu61UWG3AtqOgYwhrnrEYlPxMR_Wd9f7GKaALwzeMigCWRrShJJAAAfh7v_BkeH7ZBtjPsPr2hq7bvbT9YHyNnm45SPq4z07/s320/Love_Is_A_Puzzle_by_pinkparis1233.jpg" /></a><br />Remember the promise we made? That we'll work everything thing out together. These few months, have been really hectic for us. Especially with school and everything else. Honestly, there were so many times that I doubted myself, you and us. But it's the little obstacles we face, the various questions that go through our minds, the many mistakes we make, the time we spend together and the conversations we had that just make me come to realise that I love you more and more each day. It's the little things that have happened that have made me realise how important you are to me. Thinking about it, I do feel confident to say that I'll love you ... forever. It seems like a very short time to be able to determine that, but everyday I daydream about us, forever. Pretty corny, but true :)Clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03392929227037661954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26176029.post-81115512381875662082010-05-02T02:21:00.003+08:002010-05-02T03:00:22.219+08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeKwyuscBno8ljzvlAdF7Hv8z-U2xBaDTTZKEKtQGqljWkAoVOyylPU8GYi4aXlUBRtMDjqMEtnlHJX30qfXevjpRNE79mn2FLfoPZUt76ycs56nyK9DR4wBIIIuYg8LeKBufq/s1600/will_it_hold____by_LostInsideTheMusic.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466369106773249522" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeKwyuscBno8ljzvlAdF7Hv8z-U2xBaDTTZKEKtQGqljWkAoVOyylPU8GYi4aXlUBRtMDjqMEtnlHJX30qfXevjpRNE79mn2FLfoPZUt76ycs56nyK9DR4wBIIIuYg8LeKBufq/s320/will_it_hold____by_LostInsideTheMusic.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong>You & Me - Lifehouse</strong></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">What day is it? </div><div align="center">And in what month?</div><div align="center">This clock never seemed so alive</div><div align="center">I can't keep up and I can't back down</div><div align="center">I've been losing so much time</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">'Cause it's you and me and all of the people </div><div align="center">With nothing to do</div><div align="center">Nothing to lose</div><div align="center">And it's you and me and all other people</div><div align="center">And I don't know why, I can't keep my eyes off of you</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">One of the things that I want to say </div><div align="center">Just aren't coming out right</div><div align="center">I'm tripping on words</div><div align="center">You've got my head spinning</div><div align="center">I don't know where to go from here</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">'Cause it's you and me and all of the people </div><div align="center">With nothing to do</div><div align="center">Nothing to prove</div><div align="center">And it's you and me and all other people</div><div align="center">And I don't know why, I can't keep my eyes off of you</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">There's something about you now</div><div align="center">I can't quite figure out</div><div align="center">Everything she does is beautiful</div><div align="center">Everything she does is right</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">'Cause it's you and me and all of the people </div><div align="center">With nothing to do</div><div align="center">Nothing to lose</div><div align="center">And it's you and me and all other people</div><div align="center">And I don't know why, I can't keep my eyes off of </div><div align="center">You and me and all other people </div><div align="center">With nothing to do</div><div align="center">Nothing to prove</div><div align="center">And it's you and me and all other people</div><div align="center">And I don't know why, </div><div align="center">I can't keep my eyes off of you</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">What day is it?</div><div align="center">And in what month?</div><div align="center">This clock never seemed so alive </div>Clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03392929227037661954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26176029.post-67558892109825057662010-04-08T03:57:00.000+08:002010-04-08T03:57:00.120+08:00<div align="left">This is really difficult. I didn't know a relationship could be so energy-draining, mind-draining and just so complicated. It seems like other people have it so easy. I thought I would too. I mean, getting together with your childhood friend, best friend, confidante just seems so easy, so safe. Little did I know, it's so mighty difficult and helluva tiring. I'm not saying I wanna give this relationship up, I really want this relationship to last - it's not even 2 months, that's like a really short time already. I'm just looking for the cracks in it. Every relationship has it's cracks. Is it because I'm too whiny? I know I complain a hell lot. I could try cutting down, but shucks ... sometimes I just like to whine. Is it because I swear too much? Honestly, I've cut down on swearing A LOT. It used to be part of my main language. Or is it simply because of the different kind of up-bringings. I am the result of my parent's up-bringing. Judging from my personality, it's definitely not the A-grade standard. But, I'm happy the way I am. I may not read the bible unless it's Saturday or Sunday, and I may not pray unless I remember, but my parents have brought me up in a good christian environment. All the major and minor flaws in me, are the result of the choices I have made in my life. I don't know why am I explaining the reason of my current personality, or lack thereof. Seems really stupid at this point of time. I'm just gonna be straightout honest here, cause it seems easier than talking it out. I don't think I'm the kind of girl for you. Looking at you, the girl for you is probably quiet, sensitive, doesn't swear unless it's the occasional " oh shit ", presentable looking which means no piercings, no coloured and doesn't even look at a tattoo shop. I'm loud, not really sensitive, I swear a lot, I have a nose-stud which I'm not thinking of getting rid off anytime soon, I've had orange hair and I would rush into a tattoo shop and get one done on the spot. It's none of my business telling you who would be perfect for you. I'm really lucky that a guy like you would even look at me, talk to me and even fall for me. I mean, I seriously thought I would get an Ah Beng for a boyfriend and then get married to one. Boys like you seemed so " godly " to me that I didn't even dare to venture near anyone like that. This is seriously damn screwed up. I don't even know what I'm typing, it's just everything that comes to mind. When you told me today that you might breakup with me, I was already crying. It seems so easy to confidently say that I'll breakup with you if your parents or God objects to this relationship. But when I talked to you today, my heart actually hurt so badly. I actually felt angry with God, with myself and with you. It just felt so stupid, so ridiculous. I didn't know what to say. I really do love you, it's been the same all these years. But it's just so difficult to please everyone, to wait for everyone to nod their head and give the go ahead. I was pretty pissed with you for delaying the talk with your mum. I mean just talk to her, you don't have to answer her on the spot. I know she's different from my mum, but I'm sure all mum's want to see their children happy, happily attached to the person of their choice. I'm sorry for constantly bugging you to talk to her, I know you have your difficulties, I'm sorry for getting pissed at you for delaying the talk. I was being impatient and not understanding where you were coming from. This relationship has been one of the most awesome things that has happened to me this year. I'm not just gonna watch it crumble. Even though I really honestly feel like giving up cause I'm sick and tired of having to be accountable to so many people, I'm gonna try to be strong. Try to be strong for myself and for us. It's not something I wanna let go so easily. So ending off this post, I'm gonna fight for this relationship. It's cause fighting is what I do best, it's in my blood. After you read this mess of a post, we need to talk. I never imagined myself saying that but yes, we do need to talk. Lastly, I do STILL love you even though sometimes you can be a real a**hole.</div>Clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03392929227037661954noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26176029.post-38970034706018391752010-03-25T23:18:00.002+08:002010-03-25T23:26:48.043+08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjplB0PnEE112UCX2wzCbAHFLbFvTPefcTXUwv-LpIRJQ4Itgfc_O20O_tS9P0VLoiu7bqYFX1EY4bmUOtNRaRMwcuv0zQ-qPCzRBp4VjszxHYftPsz3Vgg9kh3M63ByvZIav5Z/s1600/Punk_Rock_Gummy_by_TheGingerSnapDragon.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 234px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452591331219447506" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjplB0PnEE112UCX2wzCbAHFLbFvTPefcTXUwv-LpIRJQ4Itgfc_O20O_tS9P0VLoiu7bqYFX1EY4bmUOtNRaRMwcuv0zQ-qPCzRBp4VjszxHYftPsz3Vgg9kh3M63ByvZIav5Z/s320/Punk_Rock_Gummy_by_TheGingerSnapDragon.jpg" /></a><br /><div>I remember how you were so into punk rock, while I was into goth. We were like heaven and earth, the moon and the stars, yin and yang, black and white. So different, yet we still managed to rock each other's world. You were the best, is the best and will forever be the best. You taught me knot-tying, sudoku (even though I still have no idea how to solve one) and best of all, how to win at tai di. You were my comfort pillow, my aunt agony and my personal best friend. People may not know the bond that ran between us, they don't need to know. Cause the friendship was, is and will always be special to me. It's between you and me :) Even though I have found love, I want you to be happy for me. Happy that your buddy has found someone to share her life with. The way I have finally accepted what happened and I am truly happy you're in a better place now. I miss you a hell lot buddy, I really do.</div>Clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03392929227037661954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26176029.post-53765223971507054832010-03-22T23:05:00.002+08:002010-03-22T23:09:15.212+08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtPyRDblicZUBV30tdae4FYn995QZ88I6LFajGmKljePn4cSv0wwcqmoxT7CJBIHmhglssRCIHhr7Z7VojKGZ4udQLE3YkeIIEhp2TjvCjUzcf4qrguU7OXUn2cIOv7XN9qh0K/s1600-h/Will_You_Come_Back__by_pinkparis1233.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451474916595559138" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtPyRDblicZUBV30tdae4FYn995QZ88I6LFajGmKljePn4cSv0wwcqmoxT7CJBIHmhglssRCIHhr7Z7VojKGZ4udQLE3YkeIIEhp2TjvCjUzcf4qrguU7OXUn2cIOv7XN9qh0K/s320/Will_You_Come_Back__by_pinkparis1233.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center">I love you,</div><div align="center">I really do.</div><div align="center">Just promise me,</div><div align="center">That you'll come home safely. </div>Clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03392929227037661954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26176029.post-81824998674983001682010-03-17T10:31:00.002+08:002010-03-17T10:34:42.475+08:00<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-y5G8BvMBz_u5yRoN9-SPufkxnRYzFUFHRHLOZ8JzWZY5D7qpacuVpMhD9z-hItsrjCYwplpgw0FzyiA5UADepgge8OoUytvMiQ-JEu49esU4fvuTwSuzckAIiQU9d48hqE77/s1600-h/forever______by_cela_me_va_bien.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 309px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449424937502152706" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-y5G8BvMBz_u5yRoN9-SPufkxnRYzFUFHRHLOZ8JzWZY5D7qpacuVpMhD9z-hItsrjCYwplpgw0FzyiA5UADepgge8OoUytvMiQ-JEu49esU4fvuTwSuzckAIiQU9d48hqE77/s320/forever______by_cela_me_va_bien.jpg" /></a></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Forever,</div><div align="center">Just a single word.</div><div align="center">But a word people try not to use.</div><div align="center">It encompasses,</div><div align="center">happiness,</div><div align="center">sadness,</div><div align="center">regret,</div><div align="center">anger,</div><div align="center">trust,</div><div align="center">faith,</div><div align="center">love,</div><div align="center">& commitment</div><div align="center"> </div>Clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03392929227037661954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26176029.post-29063726562566437152010-03-12T00:08:00.000+08:002010-03-12T00:09:09.692+08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwkIshGz5plL5rGy892xFaLwJscpL68ZS2_NTJV26qqrSikfD7-HMxG6iXk8M9Or0qEzIRTnNyBUgsF6T_YM8v7bbWPaE8oriosf1ZkudczO27Azc3aFsz6zY4CzvwTHFhgMyV/s1600-h/Love_Test_by_pinkparis1233.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 175px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447408998055701250" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwkIshGz5plL5rGy892xFaLwJscpL68ZS2_NTJV26qqrSikfD7-HMxG6iXk8M9Or0qEzIRTnNyBUgsF6T_YM8v7bbWPaE8oriosf1ZkudczO27Azc3aFsz6zY4CzvwTHFhgMyV/s320/Love_Test_by_pinkparis1233.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div>Clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03392929227037661954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26176029.post-16625189415029170622010-03-11T23:34:00.002+08:002010-03-11T23:51:27.682+08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw0rOvxRB8QRW8F9bXkLdGZe8uaUT0tAl1czyuzmBoIQrGHGqWIEvmKIwgSs1DL9M5Tsw-1sniMwoppEYZzasI2mw3UP0iwY5LVOrNvjU_1cGUTZhVJcljFpGbcgzgZmtHSqAC/s1600-h/Love_Instruments_by_bilalkarim.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 216px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447403749954138722" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw0rOvxRB8QRW8F9bXkLdGZe8uaUT0tAl1czyuzmBoIQrGHGqWIEvmKIwgSs1DL9M5Tsw-1sniMwoppEYZzasI2mw3UP0iwY5LVOrNvjU_1cGUTZhVJcljFpGbcgzgZmtHSqAC/s320/Love_Instruments_by_bilalkarim.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center">10 days,</div><div align="center">It could feel like 10 mins,</div><div align="center">It could feel like forever.</div><div align="center">Knowing you would be so far away,</div><div align="center">Makes my heart feel heavy. </div><div align="center">But I know you are there,</div><div align="center">To do good works,</div><div align="center">To share the word of God.</div><div align="center">So I promise you,</div><div align="center">That I would be here,</div><div align="center">Waiting for you to return safely.</div><div align="center">It's kinda like a test of love,</div><div align="center">A test which only time will tell.</div>Clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03392929227037661954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26176029.post-62613605086801479002010-02-16T22:45:00.002+08:002010-02-16T22:54:38.089+08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO6b4eUC0KyZcK1iw8BzQdQ-3vT-S_8geue8PRl48OKwlZCE0pBnjtdPnUwwptYZJzoztOHAXKXqdnXb7Kz2AJRHbLIkn1h2C1Lhn1Qz5qTsJNbvS7wVC3baq4uRS2-qC8QTPV/s1600-h/happiness_by_wint3r88.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438854616002323378" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO6b4eUC0KyZcK1iw8BzQdQ-3vT-S_8geue8PRl48OKwlZCE0pBnjtdPnUwwptYZJzoztOHAXKXqdnXb7Kz2AJRHbLIkn1h2C1Lhn1Qz5qTsJNbvS7wVC3baq4uRS2-qC8QTPV/s320/happiness_by_wint3r88.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center">Happiness,</div><div align="center">It's not something easily found,</div><div align="center">It's not something I thought I would find.</div><div align="center">But wow,</div><div align="center">Little did I know that happiness was right beside me.</div><div align="center">Beside me right from the very start.</div>Clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03392929227037661954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26176029.post-92220466850657690282010-01-14T22:54:00.002+08:002010-01-14T23:17:18.480+08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0oQr2qpyl5gstBf60Tb3GafJzmew4NlEzZizHiVGjlBLRj4yWPk7HNJt84iqXWUF09qkdXtd2Z9ryeG-HlMDsmSYOeFVDDHhP7pYGOOg7F-vc-uAP0jA_vzEqw2xCxfuPOis9/s1600-h/Follow_Your_Heart_by_chronophasia.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426609443365725826" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0oQr2qpyl5gstBf60Tb3GafJzmew4NlEzZizHiVGjlBLRj4yWPk7HNJt84iqXWUF09qkdXtd2Z9ryeG-HlMDsmSYOeFVDDHhP7pYGOOg7F-vc-uAP0jA_vzEqw2xCxfuPOis9/s320/Follow_Your_Heart_by_chronophasia.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center">Would there ever be a "we"?</div><div align="center">Sometimes I daydream about a time,</div><div align="center">A time of looking into your eyes,</div><div align="center">A time of joy and happiness,</div><div align="center">A time of holding hands,</div><div align="center">A time of hugs and kisses,</div><div align="center">A time of love,</div><div align="center">A time of you and me.</div>Clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03392929227037661954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26176029.post-30340169764513068902010-01-10T21:55:00.006+08:002010-01-10T22:50:45.766+08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoZ_JIHTNBZNecTgnbGucRgktDGEvX4plu_sVhOX-asyAvhMmmsLguhdDtV8-DXOzRWAmpWbQjSmRh7YFq5ZTriRaOnFfx33E8SsBvFKcA4Iw_Z2lI8F0afENNu22ECdWuuZPP/s1600-h/JAPAN-3.jpg"><strong><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425115141909039778" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoZ_JIHTNBZNecTgnbGucRgktDGEvX4plu_sVhOX-asyAvhMmmsLguhdDtV8-DXOzRWAmpWbQjSmRh7YFq5ZTriRaOnFfx33E8SsBvFKcA4Iw_Z2lI8F0afENNu22ECdWuuZPP/s320/JAPAN-3.jpg" /></strong></a><strong><br /></strong><div align="left"><span style="color:#999999;">"You can close your eyes to the things you don't want to see, but you can never close your heart to the things you don't want to feel."</span></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">It makes you think, what about that feeling of regret you had. If I told my friend how much I missed him before it was too late, would he still be around for me to confide in? It makes you think about that anger you harboured against someone who didn't deserve it. If I had calmed down and slowly talked it out with my friend, would our relationship be so strained or to the point of breaking apart? It makes you think about that time of sadness you tried to hide away from friends and family. If I had shared how depressed I felt, would I still be having flashbacks of what happened? It makes you think of that time you felt a spark of love for a special someone. If I had told the person how I felt, would our relationship have grown, or would it have soured because of the mistake I made. So many unanswered questions in my life, so many different answers to each and everyone of them. Questions that will haunt me forever, and answers that will keep me thinking - "What if?"</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">Picture taken by, Lim.</div>Clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03392929227037661954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26176029.post-6657146323443768222009-12-02T02:06:00.001+08:002009-12-02T02:08:14.074+08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmyQzSnC0f5Qg2qqOXW-e-SWADdjhEl0uxfJ1iZgQZsxjWJy5z8_uqAwsGpm4o43BHf_OYIgTc6OJgu9vNFSl2naal-WIMMQMXfXKypNRLFP6qmQM-yIIiDhrtd5LSyvSeB68E/s1600/I_Know_You__re_Gone__But____by_FlawedNoOne.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 211px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410331122805771890" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmyQzSnC0f5Qg2qqOXW-e-SWADdjhEl0uxfJ1iZgQZsxjWJy5z8_uqAwsGpm4o43BHf_OYIgTc6OJgu9vNFSl2naal-WIMMQMXfXKypNRLFP6qmQM-yIIiDhrtd5LSyvSeB68E/s320/I_Know_You__re_Gone__But____by_FlawedNoOne.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center">I'm afraid I can't make it.<br />Will you hold my hand and walk with me?<br />Or will you neglct me when you see the obstacles upahead.<br />Will you tell me it's gonna be okay?<br />Or will you crush my withering confidence.<br />Will you hold me close when I'm falling?<br />Or will you laugh when I fall.<br />Will you support my decisions?<br />Or will you tell me I'm wrong.<br />Will you be there for me?<br />Or do I have to go through this myself.</div>Clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03392929227037661954noreply@blogger.com0