tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82526059954496781722024-03-13T19:12:34.983+08:00♥, stolensweetheartzGlynis ♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/16657538953789225236noreply@blogger.comBlogger94125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252605995449678172.post-42795565548879513112011-07-19T17:06:00.005+08:002011-07-19T17:09:09.527+08:00I miss this<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I miss this so much. I would do anything to have this back. I would do anything for you to want me the same way again. <br />
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I miss the <i>you</i> who wanted me.Glynis ♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/16657538953789225236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252605995449678172.post-23098511471999421472011-07-08T03:38:00.000+08:002011-07-08T14:30:38.426+08:00Second attempt asking my date out..."You. Me. Date. Monday."<br />
"Ahahhahahaah yes"<br />
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And aced it ;)<br />
Bottom line? I'm too awesome, she cannot resist me.Glynis ♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/16657538953789225236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252605995449678172.post-88493573211593073802011-06-30T00:05:00.000+08:002011-06-30T00:05:28.122+08:00ResignationToday I have my resignation letter typed out. Have never felt so happy typing one. What a relief!<br />
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One more month bitches! Back to sleeping 12 hours a day and hanging out till late whoohoo!Glynis ♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/16657538953789225236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252605995449678172.post-90220120402613561682011-06-11T06:05:00.001+08:002011-06-20T20:59:46.035+08:00A month ago,Today we sat outside ION Orchard and I said the things I thought no one would ever hear of. The things that even my best friend don't know about. Saying them out loud made me look silly but it changed my life in a heartbeat. <br />
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Imagine if things were to turn around then. I wouldn't be here. I probably wouldn't have so many things to look forward to. I wouldn't have met good friends like Amalina, Cherisa and Michelle. I would never be interested in SUTYA. I wouldn't know picnic for two can be so much fun. I wouldn't have known there is so much to do to make a film but the whole process is worth it. I would have never sent anyone home, and tuck them into bed before I leave. I probably wouldn't have been a producer in someone's film. I probably wouldn't be happy right now.<br />
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Even though we didn't spend today the way we planned out, I am still glad we spent today together :) and I'm sorry for neglecting your feelings. You know I care about you more than anyone I can think of. Never ever doubt that.<br />
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Happy first, darling ♥Glynis ♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/16657538953789225236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252605995449678172.post-5488218049847241402011-06-10T01:56:00.000+08:002011-06-20T21:00:40.753+08:00On the verge of crying. Need my best friend here. This hurts so much I can't talk about it to just anyone.<br />
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Work drove me nuts. I did everything I could to unfuck things but still ended up screwing up. Each time I try to salvage it ends up worse than before. I have no idea what I should do, what I shouldn't be doing anymore. I'm scared. I hate making mistakes and I have made so many in the past two weeks I just wanna hide myself and die. I wish someone understands why the fuck am I crying over work, why I get so worked up, why I work so hard.<br />
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I don't just wish for anyone to understand. I wish <i>you</i> understand.Glynis ♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/16657538953789225236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252605995449678172.post-54881076017638567662011-05-10T02:23:00.013+08:002011-05-26T15:09:05.335+08:00Happy birthday Joy :)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t3818rFrSVs/Td34wJeDA1I/AAAAAAAAJ3w/HipAsbYMf_w/s1600/100511+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t3818rFrSVs/Td34wJeDA1I/AAAAAAAAJ3w/HipAsbYMf_w/s640/100511+2.jpg" width="478" /></a></div><br />
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Thank you for last night! I had fun, I hope you did too :)Glynis ♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/16657538953789225236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252605995449678172.post-15045973964041531342011-05-10T00:16:00.000+08:002011-07-08T14:21:47.504+08:00"Can I ask you something about films?"<br />
"Ya what?"<br />"Wanna watch one with me?"<br />"YES YES YES HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"<br />
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:DGlynis ♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/16657538953789225236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252605995449678172.post-25972579535128652342011-04-26T15:11:00.000+08:002011-05-26T15:12:36.814+08:00I miss the feeling of not being alone.Glynis ♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/16657538953789225236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252605995449678172.post-45832758764243453312011-04-01T23:03:00.000+08:002011-04-12T11:38:41.229+08:00I am contented. I am happy with what I have. As the human being I am, I'll always ask for more, and probably something better. But I'm contented. Still happy. Still thankful for what God has given me and what He didn't give me.<br />
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I don't deny sometimes I wish He didn't bring you back into my life again. But I'm really thankful He did. I just wish.. He would do that again.<br />
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Happy April's fool to you xoGlynis ♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/16657538953789225236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252605995449678172.post-66078842662437981412011-03-25T23:19:00.000+08:002011-04-07T17:42:15.799+08:00I once couldn't understand why he said he cannot do this. Cannot do this with me. Not just me but anyone. Each time I've been asked why, I can't explain his reasons, 'cos I myself don't get it either but I respect his decisions.<br />
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Who knew, few years down the road, I'm in his position, telling someone else the same thing he said when he told me why we can't be in love.<br />
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I never intended to hurt anyone. Definitely not you.<br />
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I finally understood how he felt then. Whether he felt something for me or not, I don't know. I hope he did because what I felt for him then was something so strong, even right now, the sound of his name will still put a smile on my face.<br />
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Hey you, hope it's nice where you are xGlynis ♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/16657538953789225236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252605995449678172.post-82968933132885099442011-03-21T01:17:00.000+08:002011-03-21T13:50:52.646+08:00I don't know why I still do.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://stolensweetheartz.blogspot.com/" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-2USWiitFamI/TYbYTcFF5UI/AAAAAAAAJ3k/L2x0rLKI23k/s640/Photos_46.jpg" width="426" /></a></div>Glynis ♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/16657538953789225236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252605995449678172.post-23763878251291258042011-03-20T23:06:00.000+08:002011-03-22T12:30:51.967+08:00Sunday night<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-eM7-F81F6Gs/TYcjZe2uMpI/AAAAAAAAJ3s/tQKZcRem-Y8/s1600/Photos_49+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-eM7-F81F6Gs/TYcjZe2uMpI/AAAAAAAAJ3s/tQKZcRem-Y8/s640/Photos_49+copy.jpg" width="478" /></a></div><br />
I spend most Sundays at home, rotting half my life away and dwelling over the fact that 24 hours only lasts so long and by the end of it, Monday is here. I try to make full use of the time by dating my TV + bed, the best companions ever.<br />
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Last Sunday we watched No Strings Attached.<br />
This Sunday we spent the evening at Starbucks putting on weight like what I have on me is not enough. But cheesecake + coffee is so good & irresistible. The weather was fab. Love the chilly, after-rain feeling :)<br />
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What happened to Japan made me strongly believe that the world is going to end. I don't know what's gonna happen next. But look at Japan, Libya & the Philippines. How can I not believe that one day this whole place will be gone and none of us will live? If people repent, we could all be saved. But guess what? If 100 of us repent, the rest of you from the 6.8 billion world population don't, what's the point? This place is STILL going down.<br />
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How sad, isn't it?Glynis ♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/16657538953789225236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252605995449678172.post-15640282210640201572011-03-18T12:33:00.000+08:002011-03-21T17:49:55.107+08:00Yishun dam<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-5xL2hwQlZyQ/TYcYRQWwciI/AAAAAAAAJ3o/KGrXqn-7720/s1600/Photos_47+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-5xL2hwQlZyQ/TYcYRQWwciI/AAAAAAAAJ3o/KGrXqn-7720/s640/Photos_47+copy.jpg" width="478" /></a></div><br />
Some people are such bitches. Pushing the blame, using vulgarities on people. How do you even live with yourself?<br />
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Never mind about my bad day at work.<br />
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Met up with Sass, Shyan, Tricia & Wenn at Serangoon Gardens after work. I feel like I'm addicted to taking cabs :| once again. I really need to have some self control! Spending way too much on transport.<br />
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Prata > chee cheong fun > desserts > Yishun Dam > Home<br />
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Thanks for the company guys <3<br />
Really needed to talk & laugh. Other than work, that's all I do.<br />
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Everyone is afraid that no one will attend their birthday parties. So am I. What if I was expecting 50 and a handful of.. let's say 5. Only 5 came!? I'll be the first person to die of sadness/rejection.<br />
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Finally slept at 3am. Came to work like freaking zombie! Two cups of cofee & one can of Redbull but still mad sleepy. Jeez!Glynis ♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/16657538953789225236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252605995449678172.post-45173987626601405572011-03-10T04:45:00.000+08:002011-03-21T14:53:45.331+08:00Drop out of sight & getaway<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bonesinthewater/5518706956/" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5219/5518706956_4a1448a539_z.jpg" /></a></div><br />
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A getaway is good every once in a while to keep me sane & remind me that things are actually not so bad but it's just me, I made them look bad.<br />
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While I'm away, take this time to miss me.<br />
Don't forget xGlynis ♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/16657538953789225236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252605995449678172.post-43510109767201609042011-03-01T01:08:00.000+08:002011-03-06T22:20:15.604+08:00"If I ever make fun of you, it means that my feelings for you are starting to adjust. I'm getting comfortable around you that I could call you names, diss you a few times; 'cause I'm starting to get used to you. I hope you won't take it personal, because you know that I won't hurt your feelings or ever be disrespectful towards you. It doesn't make sense, but this is a way for me to show you that <i>I'm starting to get attached to you.</i>"<br />
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<i>"If you miss me. you can't text, you can't email, you can't post it on my Facebook wall. If you really miss me, you come and see me."</i><br />
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I began to think of all of the billions of intimate exchanges sent daily via fingers and screens, bouncing between satellites and servers. With all this texting, emailing, and social networking, I started wondering, are we all becoming so in touch with one another that we are in danger of losing touch?<br />
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It used to be that boy met girl and they exchanged phone numbers. Anticipation built. They imagined the entire relationship before a call ever happened. The phone rang. Hearts pounded. “Hello?” Followed by a conversation that lasted two hours but felt like two minutes and would be examined with friends for two weeks. If all went well, a date was arranged. That was then.<br />
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Now we exchange numbers but text instead of calling because it mitigates the risks of early failure and eliminates those deafening moments of silence. Now anticipation builds. Bdoop. "It was NICE meeting u" Both sides over-analyze every word. We talk to a friend, an impromptu Cyrano: "He wrote nice in all caps. What does that mean? What do I write back?" Then we write a response and delete it 10 times before sending a message that will appear 2 care, but not 2 much. If all goes well, a date will be arranged.<br />
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Whether you like it or not, the digital age has produced a new format for modern romance, and natural selection may be favoring the quick-thumbed quip peddler over the confident, ice-breaking alpha male. Or maybe we are hiding behind the cloak of digital text and spell-check to present superior versions of ourselves while using these less intimate forms of communication to accelerate the courting process. So what’s it really good for?<br />
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There is some argument about who actually invented text messaging, but I think it’s safe to say it was a man. Multiple studies have shown that the average man uses about half as many words per day as women, thus text messaging. It eliminates hellos and goodbyes and cuts right to the chase. Now, if that’s not male behavior, I don't know what is. It's also great for passing notes. there is something fun about sharing secrets with your date while in the company of others. think of texting as a modern whisper in your lover's car.<br />
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Sending sweet nothings on Twitter or Facebook is also fun. in some ways, it's no different than sending flowers to the office: You are declaring your love for everyone to see. Who doesn't like to be publicly adored. Just remember that what you post is out there and there's some stuff you can't un-see. But the reality is that we communicate with every part of our being, and there are times when we must use it all. When someone needs us, he or she needs all of us. There's no text that can replace a loving touch when someone we love is hurting.<br />
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We haven't lost romance in the digital age, but we may be neglecting it. In doing so, antiquated art forms are taking on new importance. The power of a hand-written letter is greater than ever. It's personal and deliberate means more than an email or text ever will. It has a unique scent. It requires deciphering. But, most important, it's flawed There are errors in handwriting, punctuation, grammar, and spelling that show our vulnerability. And vulnerability is the essence of romance. It's the art of being uncalculated, the willingness to look foolish, the courage to say,<br />
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<i>"This is me, and I'm interested in you enough to show you my flaws with the hope that you may embrace me for all that I am but, more importantly, all that I am not."</i><br />
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- Ashton Kutcher<br />
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This is amazing. Whatever he said, it's true. The 5th paragraph especially. This man is amazing, not forgetting very cute. I must watch this movie!!!!<br />
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The past few days has been great. Saturday has showed me the power of a prayer & how constantly praying, you might just get what you want. I can die happy now. X<br />
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P/s: you realized it's February 22nd, Tuesday? All twos!Glynis ♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/16657538953789225236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252605995449678172.post-21986752904935566052011-02-16T19:51:00.001+08:002011-02-16T19:51:55.962+08:00These dreams, do they come true?I dreamt of you again.<br>Probably because I spent half a day telling Ashlee about you, and the rest thinking about what Ashlee said.<p>I was in school. My parents were there. In the canteen. I was there to collect something. An award, I think. Dad told me to get the car, in other words, I got my license & I could drive. When I walked out, it's a completely different setting. The whole basketball court was parallel to the canteen. While I walked to the car park, you stood there with a few people around you. I don't know who were they. You had my attention. My heart skipped a beat or two. You didn't see me. Thank God, I thought. I walked as slow as I could to give myself time to think if I want to say hi. You were smoking. I didn't want you to walk away when you see me and because I was afraid of it happening, I didn't say hi. All I did was steal glances from afar so you wouldn't see me.<p><br>And I woke up.<br>Woke up thinking why didn't I say hi. I should have. I want t know how things would end up if I were to say hi.Glynis ♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/16657538953789225236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252605995449678172.post-59897599453741514902011-02-15T01:09:00.001+08:002011-02-17T00:24:00.080+08:00VdayBest Valentine's Day ever :)<br />
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Never felt this happy. Especially not when I thought Vday was just gonna be another day, another Monday but with a lot of couples with flowers & balloons on the streets. But I guess it's not the same for me this year. It has to be the best.<br />
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With flowers coming through the door, balloons and whatnots, it's so nice to know that someone out there is willing to spend this much amount of money on you. And also because they love you. Vday is the day to show love to your loved ones. I personally feel if you're in love, you're happy, you both are together, every single day can be Vday for you both. Doesn't have to be on the 14th February!<br />
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To whoever who sent me flowers & balloons, thank you. I would love to know who you are but if you wanna remain anonymous, I respect that. (Even though it's a little freaky.....) But thank you. Very unexpected and..surprising for me. I love surprises. Thanks, once again :)<br />
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<div style="color: #e06666;"><i>Happy Valentine's Day to those who have found love, in whatever shape or form, and to those who are still searching, don't give up. ♥</i></div>Glynis ♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/16657538953789225236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252605995449678172.post-51155749811554040272011-02-08T23:42:00.001+08:002011-02-08T23:56:27.974+08:00Gucci?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmeTZiNGqYY/TVFl0lJG0dI/AAAAAAAAJ3U/TqtHN7TM7t0/s1600/Gucci_Tote.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmeTZiNGqYY/TVFl0lJG0dI/AAAAAAAAJ3U/TqtHN7TM7t0/s1600/Gucci_Tote.jpg" /></a></div><br />
Going to let this baby go since it was only used twice in a period over a year. It deserves a much better owner who would use it wisely, instead of hiding its beauty in my closet.<br />
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<b>Gucci Craft Large PVC Tote (211120)</b><br />
Bought in early 2010 at Changi Airport DFS for $899.<br />
Only used twice lightly, for less than two hours each time.<br />
Well-kept, clean & no flaws, able to fit A4 well.<br />
Comes with dustbag (have to check if I still have the receipt & paperbag!)<br />
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Letting go at <u style="color: red;"><b>$800</b></u>!<br />
<i>Meet-up or self-collection at my convenience.<br />
Negotiable for serious buyers.</i><br />
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For more pictures, click <a href="http://imgg2.store.pchome.com.tw/%7Eprod/M07517455/211120-500.jpg" target="_blank">here</a>, <a href="http://img003.feelway.com/goods_image/fpho_1426_bd12pd1426866702ed4/GUCCI_%EA%B5%AC%EC%B0%8C_2011S_S_211120_%EC%97%AC%EC%84%B1_%EC%87%BC%ED%8D%BC%EB%B0%B1_4.jpg" target="_blank">here</a> & <a href="http://data.veristar.co.kr/img/gucci/FW10/gu_211120_fcier_9643_br_9.jpg" target="_blank">here</a><br />
Drop me a line <a href="http://www.formspring.me/abcdefglynis">here</a> with your email address if you're interested & I'll get back to you shortly :)Glynis ♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/16657538953789225236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252605995449678172.post-47976136016336685402011-02-01T17:09:00.001+08:002011-02-06T17:14:01.806+08:00<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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The worst part? I have to. I need to socialize to get better. I need to socialize in order to keep the people I love with me. I don't know how am I gonna do that when I have found so much comfort in silence. I don't feel like getting out of this bubble at all. But I think, I'll try.Glynis ♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/16657538953789225236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252605995449678172.post-64188345652626126152011-01-31T18:54:00.000+08:002011-01-31T18:54:37.260+08:00Dream interpretationI dreamed I lost my phone last night. It's the second time I've had this dream. Different setting but the same storyline. Me searching high & low for it. It was my Blackberry 9700, not the iPhone 4.<br />
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So I went to google what does it mean.<br />
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<blockquote>"To see or use a phone in your dream, indicates that you are being receptive to new information. It also represents your mobility. <b>To dream that you lost your phone, represents a lack of communication. You have lost touch with some aspect of your feelings or yourself.</b>"<br />
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"To see or hear a telephone in your dream, signifies a message from your unconscious or some sort of telepathic communication. You may be forced to confront issues which you have been avoiding. Alternatively, <b>the telephone represents your communication and relationship with others.</b> If there is no dial tone or the phone is left off the hook, then the dream indicates that you are shutting yourself out. You are experiencing difficulties in getting your thoughts and feelings across."<br />
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Indeed a lack of communication.<br />
Deleted Twitter & Facebook on my phone, deleted DestroyTwitter from my laptop, disabled DestroyTwitter & Facebook toolbar from office desktop, stopped signing into MSN Messenger unless during work, turned off push on Whatsapp & Kik Messenger. If I can turn off SMS & calls, I would.<br />
The only people I talk to are my colleagues & my maid. Sometimes I don't even have the time to talk to my parents. <br />
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I know this does me no good but I just need some space. I need to be alone for awhile. I want to hibernate. I want to hide away from everything and everyone. I need a break without having to think or be reminded of anything. I need a break <i>badly</i>.Glynis ♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/16657538953789225236noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252605995449678172.post-61848117096140925802011-01-28T18:41:00.003+08:002011-01-28T18:45:29.979+08:00I miss youNot in some cheesy, let's-hold-hands-and-be-together-forever way. I just miss you. Plain & simple. No reasons, no whys, no becauses. I miss your presence in my life. I miss you always being there for me.<br />
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<i>I miss my best friend.</i>Glynis ♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/16657538953789225236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252605995449678172.post-77549518383400269322011-01-27T01:36:00.000+08:002011-01-27T11:39:56.494+08:00Two reasonsThere are two reasons why people don't talk about something: <br />
Either it doesn't mean anything or it means <i>everything</i>.<br />
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I hope it means everything to you that what we have between us is not only distance. There's deafening silence too.Glynis ♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/16657538953789225236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252605995449678172.post-30738891098507044742011-01-24T02:52:00.000+08:002011-01-24T16:40:15.768+08:00I can't tell if it's killing me or making me strongerA part of me wants an answer, but a part of me doesn't wanna know. A part of me wants to know why, but a part of me is afraid of the answer or the silence that follows. A part of me wants to keep holding on, but a part of me wants to let you go.<br />
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And in all honesty, a part of me has let go.<br />
I gave up hoping everyday that today might just be the day.<br />
Not today, not tomorrow, not the day after.<br />
<i>Probably never.</i><br />
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I'm back from the hiatus. Decided that I shouldn't be running away from reality. What happened has happened. What's lost is gone. Whoever left has left. My world fell apart. So what? The sun still shines. It still rises from the same blue sky. Things have changed around here but my life still goes on.<br />
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I'm not strong enough for this but God gave me the strength. I'm a little closer to okay as everyday goes by, and thank God for that.Glynis ♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/16657538953789225236noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252605995449678172.post-57956157196862307832011-01-11T23:34:00.001+08:002011-01-11T23:34:52.667+08:00A little closer to okayI'm feeling better today.<p><br>They say, never let go of someone you can't go by a day without thinking of them. That's you. But I'm letting you go. So are you.<p><p>I'm sorry we broke the rules. I'm sorry we fell in love. I wish we didn't. Else.. We could have been on your bike now, off to somewhere you've never brought me to.<p><br>And I.. could've been happier.<p><p>X Glynis<br>Sent from my iPhoneGlynis ♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/16657538953789225236noreply@blogger.com3