Unexpected tears,

perhaps the memories are too perfect and wonderful,

and deep down in your heart, 

you know that it'd be a wishful thinking of the same to be happened twice.

It's been awhile, isn't it.

Why am i missing Rome again,

it just happens everytime i see Colosseo, Fontana di Trevi... or perhaps any ancient buildings/streets would just remind me of this romantic city.

How'd I ever forget after 4 days of walks in that Roma holiday :)

Last year, today

we were flying to Greece, my dream country ever since the day i knew about this beautiful name of Aegean sea and there marked the beginning of our Europe trip that last for a month. The blonde hair hazel eyes, the historical/unique architecture/buildings/sites, the taste of shish kebab and roma pizza, catching the cold breeze at the starts of winter, the holding hands in the pocket... Everything was tangible within the touchable distance, a dream that couldn't be this real.

I'm missing the blue and white of Santorini, but google map says it's 13,556km away :(

Chocolate says Good Morning!

Me sayz Goodz Nitez :p

p/s: yesterday's KL weather was only 23 celsius at the evening, after the rain, perfect weather for hugsie =)

zzz

Little Joy of the day: A cute guy says i'm prettiee, weeee *blushed*

Love story doesn't always have a happy ending.

Once upon a time, there is a boy playing this song to this girl, telling her that he gonna be her man, now and forever, but she gave up the love too easily, the promise could no longer be performed. She was once wondered would there be any difference if she tries to work out with him, however it's just a thought, decision made could not be changed. You will only know what happens at last if you continue walking that path. She has learned that there is nothing to be regretful, everything happens for a reason, it's in God's plan. If something doesn't belong to you, it will eventually be gone, however, if it is something meant to be, it will just somehow happen.

She just thinks of him, silently,

 everytime she hears this song.

The nostalgia

Went back to a place where i used to stay for the past 9 years in my life by chance. It never really belonged to us, we rented it, and we did not buy it at last, but home is where the family is, so it was home. For as long as i remember, we have shifted from home to home due to some reasons, for few times. I was young at the keep-shifting-period, fortunately, so parents were the one doing the packing. From my primary to secondary school, this is the place where i called home, from a small little girl to grown up teenage girl, spending the most carefree and jovial moment in my life. The ages that free from troubles and worries, the biggest concern was only the fringe that could never be tidily combed. The sweet seventeen.

Time brings changes in places and people, but the memories remain. I still remember the masak-masak and lego playing time with brothers, attempted cleaning the living room when parents were away, stealthy novels reading when mom forcing me to bed, never ending phone calls, owning my very first tortoise pets, the indistinction of love and friendship. Sweet little times i had :)

From Taman Ranting to Permas Jaya to Sri Petaling to Balakong to Kajang to Hatfield, every places remind me the different stages of my life. Looking back the path i've walked, it wasn't too many obstacles nor challenges, and i still meet good people from place to place, i'm lucky enough i guess. Thank God for all the blessings :)