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Sunday, April 08, 2007 @ 7:26 PM


NightMare

Well let's talk something about dream....There's sweet dream, lame dream, bad dream etc...
I hate having nightmare...haiis....know why ii suddenly talked about dream? Cos ytd..ii had a nightmare...TERRIBLE!!!
Ever since my dad worked at night, i felt insecure..zzz whether is he safe, doing fine? etc etc...
Every night, ii will hug my booster..l0ls don ask mii why..without booster ii can't slp. It's a habit from young xD And whenever i had a nightmare, i woke up, feeling cold sweat from my forehead to my neck and back...the 1st instinct is - hug my booster tightly. l0ls and hypotise myself to slp again..sometimes it work, sometimes no. Den when it didn't work, ii will walked to my mum room, hugging my precious booster and slp beside her. And she will know what happened- i had a nightmare

Yesterday woke up at 4.05am...it was different from the other day when i had nightmare....something different....yea i had a nightmare. It's just like a normal nightmare..but ii don't know why..when ii woke up...ii felt totally scare that ii don't dare to breath hard and move. Just felt my heart is pounding faster. And i don't dare to go to my mum room...had a bad feeling...like something bad gonna happened...the 1st thing ii think of - my dad, who was still outside working...
1st time feel the fear, and the power of fear. l0ls...don noe why and what happened nxt..ii just rmb ii cried and called my mum. My mum came to my room and ask mii what happened. I hug my booster, climb down the 'stairs' as fast as possible and came to her...she saw mii cried..'slp there' she said. ( in her room, pointing her finger to her bed) .
Hey ii tot ii sleepwalk you know. But it's not. I totally remembered what happened.. Zzz den my sis woke up too. She came to mum's room and said what happened...saw mii sleeping at mum's bed, she said she also wan..l0ls den 4 people squeeze on one master bed..zzz my sis, my mum, a baby and mii. zzzzzzzz thou ii feel abit relieved..ii still can't get to slp..ii just got easily woke up, by just a soft voice...finally able to slp..but it was 2 hrs later...6.00am.

haiis...den today woke up at 9am+....still feel dam sleepy..zzz tired tired...zzz

Being nice, people don respect u, they suspect u."lolx wad crap is this, you may think it this way. Or maybe u may think it is a broken english..but this is a sentence I saw in one of the book I read , "Don Be Nice. Be Real", an interesting title tat attract my attention. Inside the book I found this sentence.

Stories~*~ Tiss story is true, whether or not u believe it.
There was tiss handsome young guy named Josh, he was potential in anything but he had one weakness, which is, he is stubborn! It's hard for him to say sry to anybody, because he think tat guy shldn't say sry. He met a beautiful lady named Joan in a party and they became best friend. They shared every little experienced they had in their lives and soon they found themselves deeply in love wif each other, they are attached. They went dating, they shared all happiness and sorrow...and tat was the time, they noe the feeling of happiness and being loved.Do u believe tat happiness do not last long?
Yea, it is true.
One day, Josh suspect Joan was having affair, without giving Joan a time to explain, he wanted to break up. He said those hurtful things to her. Tat night, Joan cried.. for the guy she loved not believeing her. She cried...for the guy she loved said so mani hurtful things to her.
Mani years passed by, Josh is mature enough to think things out in a correct manner, and suddenly the memorable days he had wif Joan whirled in his mind...he found tat, he was still deeply in loved wif her, thou mani years had passed. Should he called to say sry to her and patched back? What if she is married? Well whether she is married, he had the responsibility to call her and say sry, for those hurtful things he had done in the past. And if she's not married, he will have the chance. He picked up the phone and called the nos, the familiar nos tat he wouldn't forget. A lady picked up the phone, it was Joan's mother.
"hello, good evening, may i speak to Joan for a while?" Josh said.
"Joan?" Her mother asked.
"Yes, is she in?" Josh said patiently.
"...Joan..u called her for?",
"I was calling her, to seek for forgiveness on what i had done in the past.."Josh said.
"Young man...ur late..too late..."at the other side of the phone, Josh could hear the sobbing of the old lady.
"Why?" he said...having a bad feeling..
"Joan had died in a car accident tat nitex after u had broke up wif her."...
"WHAT!!!" Josh shouted...it cant be, the lady he loved, he treasured, was dead..that particular nitex after he had broke up wif her. "HOW CAN IT BE!?"
"She was drank tat nitex and a car dashed across the road thou the pedestrian light was green." Joan's mother was explaining and trying to catch her breath..she was crying...
So thru tiss story, u think whose's fault shld be blame?~*~




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