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Sheena Ashley (L)
Twenty Six March
Eighteen

Desires
My Loverboy
A new cellphone
Pretty tops,
bottoms
& dresses
And the list goes on




Wednesday, December 31, 2008

Resolutions for the year 2009 (:

Resolution [#01] : Be a happy kid.
Resolution [#02]: Spend more time with the family.
Resolution [#03]: Be more serious in my studies.
Resolution [#04]: Find my ultimate GFF.
Resolution [#05]: Forget him asap.
Resolution [#06]: Find my Lover Boy and be with him on the 09/09/09, 9.09am.
Resolution [#07]: Shed 5kilos away.
Resolution [#08]: Be nicer to the people around me. (Esp, my parents and brother.)
Resolution [#09]: Try my best to fulfill the above eight resolutions (:

2009 have to be a good year or should I say a better year? :D

Tuesday, December 30, 2008

Since after that incident,
I think you only strike a conversation with me whenever you need my help or thank me for something.

I'm sure it is not so hard to talk to me..
Or is it really this hard?
I guess I made it this hard. I'm sorry. ):

All these while,
I am afraid that one day
I will run out of excuses to talk to you.

And today I really did ran out of excuses to talk to you.
What is left within us is just MAPLE.
You don't talk to me like you always do.
You don't bicker with me like you always do.
You don't gossip with me like you always do.
You don't ask me to ring you up whenever you are bored anymore.
You don't pm me on Msn whenever you are bored anymore too.

为什么现在我觉得你离我很远很远?
No matter how hard I try to reach out for you,
I always failed.

I really miss those mugging days whereby we mug for O's together.
Even though, we are not together but with that closeness, I am contented.
At that moment, I felt happiness once again.
I was like the happiest girl in the world.

Flames to dust,
Lovers to friends,
Why do all good things come to an end?

I know I had screw'd things even further with all those "quarrels" and blah blah blah.
A moment of folly, I guess.
Each time when I get too emotional.
My emotions just take its toll on me and lose control of myself.
IdontknowwhyIamtypingallthesewhenIjollywellknowyoudontgiveadammaboutme.


P/S: Tmr post will be about my new year resolutions. (:

With that,
I shall kiss emo posts goodbye (K)

Monday, December 29, 2008

You go about everyday without a single thought of me,
keep laughing & keep being happy with your friends
but why can't I?

Every single moment, with you, I'm at my best.
Can't you see it?

It's not that I do not want to let go.
I want to (so badly, in fact) because I've been upset for so long,
long enough for a seed to blossom into a beautiful flower
& I'm still here missing you, tearing away, watching the clip of happy memories.

I don't want to because..I don't know. > :/
My heart just can't stop going against my mind.
It keeps telling me that you're the perfect man for me.
And as long I believe in miracles someday you will be mine.
Perhaps, that's the reason why I am not willing to let it go.

Oh wait, I guess, it's more of Sheena's wishful thinking.

WAKE UP SHEENA!
STOP DREAMING!
): ): ): ): ): ): ): ): ): ):


I hate it when I break down and cry, feeling upset and sorry for myself.
Well, tonight is just another night whereby I miss you more than usual.
That's when I will think of the way you looked, the way you smiled and
the list goes on.
I remind myself constantly that whatever I do for you is
either you do not know a single thing about it
OR
even if you'd get to know about it,
you will not be bothered by it.
Needless to say, you would not feel sorry for me,
or even a least bit thankful for all that I've done.


However, after all I had been through, I still want the best for you.

At times,
I wished you remember everything like the way I did.
I wished you knew how much I've missed & still missing you.

I wished you knew your care & concern are the warmest in the times of coldness like this.
I wished you knew when I need a listener or someone to rant to about my bad day
I would think of you as the best candidate.

I wished you knew I always love to see your cool back view on my cellphone screen.
I wished you knew what I really wish for & want this Christmas.
I wished you would not just stay in this silence but finally break it.
I wish you would make an effort to take a second look at me.
I wish you knew how much I've wished & still wishing for you.


I just don't know why
everything inside doesn't comes out right
& when I see you cry,
it makes me wanna die.


I should not have done so.
but
it had already happened.
So yeah,
I'm sorry, boy that I had fall for you.
):


Sunday, December 28, 2008

Just three words: you meant everything. (L)


Thursday, December 25, 2008

Fuck this Christmas!
So what if I had spent it with the one I love.
Maybe I should not be whining.
Cause I am the one at fault.
Yes, I am inconsiderate.
I didn't put the whole family in consideration.
I was self-centered.
Your words, they cut my heart into pieces.
Like a razor blade repeatedly dragging through it.
You still don't know me well enough.
I find it amusing and sad at the same time.
Cause you're my dad.

FUCKED UP!
!!@#^%&(&**_()
RAHH!* > :@

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

What can I say?
I am sick of livejournal and decided to move back to blogger.
O wells, I guess,
fickle is the best word to describe me when it comes to blogging.

Wakie at 12pm.
The Clique came over with Jenny.
I am having PMS like very often ever since __________.
I just lose control of myself and let my emotions over take me.
I can't blame the clique if they call me a siao cha bor.
They left my place around 7pm.
Initially I wanted to join them for dinner
but my dad called me to get my ass back home straight.
And here I am bloggin'.

Dad said that he is craving for Newton Circle's Fishball Noodles.
So yeah, most prolly, that is what I am going to have for dinner.
I shall play afew rounds of audi, in the mean time while Dad bathes.
Ciaos!