I'm not a Michael Jackson's big fan, but this is sad.
What moves through us is a silence, quiet sadness, a longing for one more day, one more word, one more touch, we may not understand why some left this mother earth so soon, or why they leave before we were ready to even say good-bye, but little by little, we begin to remember not just the dead, but about how the dead lived. And that their life gave us memories. A golden heart stopped beating, hardworking hands at rest
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I've been spending my free-time on this 終極三國, very hilarious. It inspires me to know more about 三國演義 and urge me to have a game of Dynasty Warriors. Hahaha. Its a must watch!
FML, Take 1

Friends. Seriously, what's the point of even being in a friendship wrapped with lies. Yea, it might be like something fragile that needed bubble wraps to protect it from shattering. True friendship shouldn't even be that fragile. So what are friends for actually. For some emergency help when you needed them? Or, just someone whom you can pour everything to? I've got friends whom I place them in between the 2 possibilities. Like an idiot being fooled around with lies repeatedly. I excel best in being a pushover. All thanks to this " Friendship ", I feel like shit now.
Love. Simple yet complicated combination of 4 letters. Here I am, feeling bewildered with my life, baffled with my emotions, mystified bout my dreams. There you are, enjoying every second of l-i-f-e. If you've noticed, I just rolled my eyes about the word, life. It's not storming for me to comprehend that life is unfair. Welcoming a newborn life, brand new start. Yea, I'm pretty sure that I can picture how wide your smile is now. Somehow, I'm smiling too. Like some retards who got dejected. Holding on to photos and laugh, " aww, how stupid was I in the past ".. Then the tears start rolling. It's only a line between love and hate. I could prolly start stabbing a voodoo with your name tomorrow.