tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-43029496903996824232024-03-13T08:35:18.258+08:00Jan's PlanUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4302949690399682423.post-85536081558413180302009-09-11T01:58:00.000+08:002009-09-11T01:58:39.018+08:00Petals<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;">Dear HB,</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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I saw you from afar today, clutching that bag of yours without a care. From distance, you seem detached from happenings around you, maybe you have always been that way. Things just move along, for you, don't they always?<br />
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Our yesterdays were short and few, but they were the lowest and darkest of valleys I've crossed. There were so many nights a "NO" would never be understood. There were so many times a "STOP" would make you hurt me harder. And it was almost always a sob from me would only warrant a shrug and smirk from the devil in you.<br />
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I came out from the doctor's office this morning, clutching the report tightly. Is life precious? Or only as precious as falling petals?<br />
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Love,<br />
Jan<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uKJsUXrmnAE/Sqk-N5zuc7I/AAAAAAAAAAc/OXYial_Fdjw/s1600-h/Life.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uKJsUXrmnAE/Sqk-N5zuc7I/AAAAAAAAAAc/OXYial_Fdjw/s320/Life.jpg" /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4302949690399682423.post-19220550058159788942009-09-09T20:33:00.004+08:002009-09-09T20:59:51.532+08:00Infinito<div>There are times in life when we wished for mistakes to be undone. But sadly, some knots just cannot be untied.</div><div><div><br /></div><div>There are moments in time when we wished for feelings to be healed. Yet it will be with regret that some cracks are too wide to be sealed.</div><div><br /></div><div>There are memories we wish to forget, those of which were forced into our minds, forever scarring our innocence.</div><div><br /></div><div><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uKJsUXrmnAE/Sqemaw9OWuI/AAAAAAAAAAU/HCkjJ65OPXs/s400/hurtbefore.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379451258665851618" /></div><div><br /></div><div>I want my life back, but tomorrow will never be the same as the time before I fell for his lies.</div><div><br /></div><div>I am no more the same Jan. Outside, I will deny ever knowing the existence of this mirror of myself. But here, where the image of me lies in pain, I am still Jan.</div><div><br /></div><div>He can make his claims, he will attempt to make his amends, or worse, tell stories that shall patronise my tiny voice of conscience. All is fine though, because I know I've bled because of him.</div><div><br /></div><div>Tomorrow will always be in my plan.</div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4302949690399682423.post-88779196872114913752009-09-09T11:27:00.000+08:002009-09-09T11:31:37.158+08:00I am back :)Friends,<div><br /></div><div>After a distressing relationship with a self-indulging celebrity, during which I stupidly decided to delete my blog for privacy reasons, I am now back.</div><div><br /></div><div>From today, 090909, you will all see a new Jan, a stronger, better Jan.</div><div><br /></div><div>Love you all.</div><div><br /></div><div>Jan</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3