One moment in time


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Need no explain, but these portraits may translate more or less point to the reason why She has been away from this blog long long time.. Lolz. Friends of hers said, this is amazing time to recall and it is worth for the efforts she has ever dreamt of in her life through. Don’t deny and She is appreciated.. She has been in love with the phrase that her direct boss often said, do good, act good, think positive, you’re getting better and better.. So mature she has been dedicated herself to be a better person from time to time, I like to hear and listen to her boss advice and those motivations really gave her guts so far… thank you boss ^_^

Success never alone, She is very much grateful and thank to her wonderful team, supportive colleagues she works with, She live in its happiness world and surrounded by nice people, friends, family.. All and all, much obliged to her mom who always be with her, gives her powerful strength to fight for her goal, cook her with the delicious foods that she likes the most, tells her stories to make her mentality strong, grown up with the smell of early morning breakfast, blooming flower from the outsides the tiny bedroom, makes her a big glass of coffee to carry to work (coffee makes her stronger and awake even though she did sleep only 2-3 hours in some nights).

And She would like to also thank to her professors at school that they often give her tons of guidance, wisdom, support and encouragement. Last but not least, thank a lot to her teamwork, her beautiful classmates in the E MBA academic who make the impossible mission to be possible and contribution to the team assignments which She has not contributed much, we almost done the course, still another final term would have been completed in few months… Yahoooooooooooooo…. Obviously, she has faith in herself and lives a “CAN DO” spirit that we will successfully graduated and be the most outstanding team because this individual and common idealistic spirit makes plenty of miracle consequences. “I love you guys :)” she said πŸ™‚

So sharing you guys my best friends to check out these particular portraits, I hope you like to see her smiling face the way she likes to see yours…

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26-28 Mar-12

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My inspiring places


My inspiring placeWhen I composed those written lines, I was conscious of being inspired by idealistic spiritual guys who have been read and stored in historical memories.

They are my inspiration, both mentality and physically. You should have been convinced to do something good for your future, first you gotta get your mind inspired and occupied to the simple things you do everyday. Be an active role to please the one you love, but never forget about how to reach your goal and achievements.

Life is tough, but interesting if you know how to balance between optimistic & pessimistic.

I’ve been learning for years, to find way to myself, to whom deserved to be and to be who I wanna be… Ain’t easy as you type, ain’t no sunshine when you forget who you are.

Talking to myself and feeling odd, sometimes I like to quit, nothing’s ever seemed to fit. Rainy days always get me down…

I tell poets that when a line just floats into your head, don’t pay attention cause it probably has floated into somebody else’s head..

I’ve been asked constantly through my fan feedback, they read my rubbishy stuff. I’m honestly appreciated for those who care and wanna share your sentiment with me. It’s not a big deal to make sense of whatever expression you wanna make to the publicity. Let’s find who exactly you are and why are you here?? you are here for me and I’ve been here for you..

To write your feeling down to the simple screen is the most enjoyable moment to overcome loneliness and stressful circumstance come to your way, or my way??

They say she is a dead poet, she has been crazily being hidden, invisible, disappeared, departed..

I wish to write longer tonight because I’ve done almost things I’ve planned. I must jump to hit my bed now… don’t want to hear the same question β€œWhen are you stop playing that nonsense stuff and rush to sleep? since you gotta wake up early in the morning to see the sunshine” said my mom.. don’t ever tell her, she is snoring.. lolz

Smile to the sun in every early morning, because the sunshine will make your teeth stronger and whiter πŸ™‚ is it true??

Let’s do it, and smile (^_^)

Good night all my friends @@

My inspiring place

Me Abandono A Ti


When a romantic mood began, and you just spin yourself with the music would turn yourself to a sentimental sprit, so this song recalls the old day.. Hope you enjoy πŸ˜‰ I don’t know Spanish but I love their music πŸ™‚

Me Abandono A Ti

Si la vida la das
a quien te pide ayuda
y en tu alma no hay
una sombra de maldad
rezas una oraciΓ³n
es el credo que esperaba
Busco la direcciΓ³n
que no pude encontrar.

y me abandono a ti
a una paz estable en mΓ­
que estΓ‘ repleta de quietud.

youΒ΄ll always be a part of me
quΓ©date en el viento que ha soplado
youΒ΄ll always be inside of me
quΓ©date por favor.

Suspendida en el cielo
ligera y sin cadenas
cuando estas junto a mΓ­
me entiendo mucho mΓ‘s
solamente serΓ©
esclava del silencio
contemplΓ‘ndote a ti
comienzo a revivir.

y me abandono a ti
a una paz serena en mΓ­
que esta repleta de quietud.

youΒ΄ll always be a part of me
quΓ©date en el sitio al que has llegado
youΒ΄ll always be inside of me
quΓ©date por favor.

y me abandono a ti
a una paz tranquila en mΓ­
que esta repleta de quietud.

youΒ΄ll always be a part of me
sigo aquΓ­
en el viento que ha soplado
youΒ΄ll always be inside of me
quΓ©date por favor.

youΒ΄ll always be a part of me
sigo aquΓ­
en el sitio que he encontrado
youΒ΄ll always be inside of me
me quedo aquΓ­ con mi amor
quΓ©date por favor.

sigo aquΓ­
…youΒ΄ll always be a part of me.

My reflection


They asked why this blog owner was fading away for so long…
Without anymore excuse, but I’m sure that most of you know why..

I was asked to share my current look in public but I don’t have gut to do so..

My mirror was broken and I am kind of losing my appetite of seeing myself as a reflection.. Thus, I tried a shot with a half face in the edition mode, I must be someone else? I do disagree, the truth is me and I’m becoming more of myself as my belief of changing me into a different preference, look, etc..

I don’t have any specificity desire of writing style to post about, however, I do owe myself a promise.. Will share in the next post…

Blinding blogger!!

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6, 8, 12


Do you ever think about me?
Do you ever cry yourself to sleep?
In the middle of the night when you’re awake,
Are you calling out for me?
Do you ever reminisce?
I can’t believe I’m acting like this
I know it’s crazy
How I still can feel your kiss

[Chorus]
It’s been six months, eight days, twelve hours
Since you went away
I miss you so much and I don’t know what to say
I should be over you
I should know better but it’s just not the case
It’s been six months, eight days, twelve hours
Since you went away

Do you ever ask about me?
Do your friends still tell you what to do?
Every time the phone rings,
Do you wish it was me calling you?
Do you still feel the same?
Or has time put out the flame?
I miss you
Is everything okay?

[Chorus]

It’s hard enough just passing the time
When I can’t seem to get you off my mind
And where is the good in goodbye?
Tell me why, tell me why

[Chorus]

Sing it for me
Ooh, ooh

GVD and Donation in the newspaper


Extracted from : DAP NEWS

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