Set It Free

You're everything I thought you never were

Nothing like I thought you could have been

But still you live inside of me

So tell me how is that?

You're the only one I wish I could forget

The only one I love to not forgive

And though you break my heart

You're the only one

You said you've got the most respect for me

But sometimes I feel you're not deserving me

You know there are times that I hate you cause I can't erase

And times that you hurt me put tears on my face

And even now while I hate you it pains me to say

I know I'll be there at the end of the day

Yes, there are times when I hate you but I don't complain

Cause I've been afraid that you would walk away

But now I don't hate you I'm happy to say

That I will be there til the end of the day 

I don't want to be without you

But I don't want a broken heart

Don't want to take a breath without you

I don't want to play that part

I know that I love you but let me just say

I don't want to love you in that kind of way

(Beyonce - "Broken-Hearted Girl)

Though I've been a broken-hearted girl

 The pieces kept coming together

Even when I set my heart free, 

Spread my wings and fly away

I can't seem to get you out of my every inch..

Swaying Tears

I sang

Gladly I sang

Happily I rhymed

To the tune I chanted

I danced

Gracefully I danced

Joyfully I swayed

To the beat at ease

I smiled

Perfectly wide

Grateful for fortunate ones

To be having love by their side

I sang to the song

I danced to the beat

I smiled to happy faces

I screamed my laughter at best

Thou secretly I cried

For how many prayers

For how many wishes

In hoping for a change

To my unforeseen life

To my written story line..

('Swaying Tears' by Marquise de Ville, Jan 2012)

Flying Like A Paper, High Like A Plane, Landed to A Heart

It's April!!! And I'm still chilling at home doing nothing than enjoying the time..still unemployed and jobless and I'm still the same old lazy-sleepyhead-bump who has been wasting her four months of the year chilling! But I did finish reading a few books and I'm still learning languages and I still workout and go jogging whenever I feel like going hehehe... I've considered daddy's suggestion to continue my master's degree by mid-year or by the end of the year. Just for now, I'll cherish the time reading and writing and sleeping like crazy..as always..duh!
Oh,yes! I'm currently obsessed with Columbian 'bachata' dance and I'm learning the moves and practicing it like a freak! I can't even listen to any bachata beat now because my feet will be trembling and eagerly wanting to move and spin. I have always admired Latin culture and the types of dance they have and I love the art of the sensual dance. It's impressive to see how a guy leads his partner and how they put the trust in each other so that it will make a smooth and sexy dance, and most importantly not to fall from a wrong turn. I'm thinking about taking a dance class but since I already know how to salsa, my friends told me that I just need to practice transforming the steps to a slower motion as bachata is just the slower moves of salsa with more sensual touch between the two parties.
Before I become more and more crazy talking about the dance, I'll let you all know about my main story that I wanted to share earlier..I got this one surprise from someone and I don't know what to answer to his question.
Yes, it's a hardcover paper plane..with a note asking me if I would be his girlfriend. It's pretty cute and it's my first time getting a paper plane with the stand and a purple note since my students used to threw paper planes all over the class during my teaching practicum last year. I never thought this guy would be this sweet and thoughtful. I never thought he was the kind of guy that put his effort in this kind of stuff..I mean he really spent time cutting and assembling this stuff just to tell me how sincere he is to me. I couldn't stop smiling in shock when I got it last night (but it happened after he went home and I didn't show the excited face in front of him, I have a reputation to be taken care of! Hehe). I still haven't answered to his note and I don't know how I'm gonna do it. I'm not a romantic person and I really don't know if I can make him happy. All I know now is that even the plane flew out of nowhere..I'm glad that it has made its way and landed in my heart..

Ending to A New Beginning

The year has come to its beginning before I could even write about the previous year's ending. It is quite unbelievable how fast time flies leaving all memories to be captured without a single second missed. I am not sure if others feel upset about the year ending, but I don't feel happy either. I had great times and bad times in the whole year but I definitely feel bad that I can't achieve more. I'm a typical thinker, a Scorpion thinker. Well at least I had few chances to use my old passport before it expired and the ran out of pages for the stamps. 2011 has been a tough and exciting year for me. It has turned my travelling interest into a frequent need. It's my unstoppable addiction now that I have resumed it since I stopped quite a while, one or two years ago. I went to a few places to heal my heartbreak from frustrations in life, I found satisfaction again after. Talking about the places, just writing about them reminds me of how amazing the world opens up the understanding of the nature of life through all the senses. Having lunch far on top of the hill facing an active volcano (which is prone to erupt anytime) or just getting stuck to give way for the holy procession in the street of Java island, getting mistaken as one of the escort girls for your Asian look in one of the islands in Andaman Sea, or being treated unfairly for not presenting yourself like a foreigner in a country just less than two hours flight from your home; these have turned myself into someone who appreciates more than life can give. There is nothing I would ever trade for every second that life has offerred. Whatever your resolutions are, whatever you expect from life, live it just like you mean it. Happy New Year.

Just when I thought ; Il N'est Plus La

C'est midnight and I was awake

Eyes still wide opened

Mind tried to stop thinking

Juste un minuit, I whispered

I turned to the clock on the wall

I tried hard not to recall

Just when I thought I am happy

I realised how I miss a company

To do whatever we feel like

Not a particular anyone nor anything

Just a companion but il n'est plus la

Now that the heart is empty

Is there be a space to be filled?

Dans mon coeur but what if it beats?

Would it be safe from harm?

Or it would be le meme?

If it finally ticks would it be deep?

Would there be another light?

Je ne sais pas, ne sais

Would there be another soul?

Would it be smile, or another cry?

Je ne sais pas, il n'est plus la..

('Il N'est Plus La' by Marquise de Ville, Oct 2011)

As Life Goes On

I actually do not have any particular topic nor a story to write, I just find it so difficult to sleep peacefully without mind thinking about my unclear path of the future. I know, I know.. there's always a saying telling 'don't think about the future and live the present..' and such, but it is just what I do with the brain God has created, I think. I do that deeply. I have been struggling to juggle the life I have no choice but to survive these days. I skipped a few lessons after wrk as I got sick and I still try to think positively at work even without the giggles of children around. I miss watching toddlers smiling at me, as if they are trying to say 'everything is going to be okay'. But I cannot complain much though, as it is not easy to perform my best when I have a few tasks to be done in a little time.

So I hope what I have decided is the best decision for now. And thinking about getting an offer for a job in an embassy is always a good thing, not everyone can get in easily. I did. And I shall be grateful for the opportunity. Even though the workload is totally different ( which is 70 % less than in my previous company), at least I get to come home earlier than others with the same pay and get to finish my homework and attend classes with the convenient working hours. Life is tough, never easy. Why complain much, si?

I just hope things will workout for me as I am fully responsible for every step that I take. Come to think about it, the year is coming to its third quarter. May this Holy month of Ramadhan bring the most of the blessings to get me through the days. Ramadhan Kareem to all the muslims in the world, wherever you are. Goodnight.

Catch Upon The Stars

'Is this a lasting treasure
or just a moment of pleasure?'

I always ponder the question whenever I catch the stars upon my sleepless nights. Like tonight. At this very moment. As I was nagging and babbling to myself about unlucky things I have faced, I wondered how people deal with the worst things that happened in their lives. I shouldn't complain much, at least I have a good life, enough to survive. So crazy is this thing called life, now that you've got everything that you need, you tend to give up just because you can't get the things that you want. I have never myself understood how funny emotion reacts to physical needs that actually never even make sense if they don't exist. Why ask for a lifesaver when you have been swimming alone all this while?

Bringing On The Heartbreak

Parfois, je perd confiance en toi,
et pourtant je voudrai tant te croire
comprend moi, malgre mon amour pur toi
les entendre me fait douter pardonne moi
je cherche pas a te faire fuire,
voit au moins celle que tu veux suivre
mais bebe non ne m'en veux pas
si je cherche a me proteger
par le passe j'ai trop pleure
pourtant je fuis pour oublier
aujourd'hui c'est a tes cotes que je veux avancer



-s'éloignant par Lynshaa

So Sick

I fall sick a lot lately. The new year has come to the end of the second month and I still can't put the pieces together. I try so hard to catch everything I could that I tend to forget to take good care of the small parts of my life that have been more than good to me. Apologies then;

Brain
Sorry for the unbearable overload
Tummy
Sorry for the uneasy butterflies
Pillow
Sorry for the sleepless tears
Heart
I'm sorry for the severe damage

I won't let them hurt anymore.

Love The Way You Live

Hello, all! Oh, my.. is dust covering this place? Can you see spider webs all over it already? It's been quite a while since my last post here. I've been really occupied with work that has become one of the biggest part of my life and it was a very busy time for all of us in the company as it was the end of the term for the kids before they go off for Christmas and New Year holidays. And it has been hectic for me too as yesterday was my last day working in PJ centre on weekends. I'll be based in the HQ starting this week and no more traveling back and forth with a few cups of coffee every Saturday and Sunday just to keep myself awake to drive all the way for the sake of the children.

I'm relieved, but undeniably sad at the same time. The kids and parents are already attached to me as we spent six remarkable cheerful months together. I gained a lot of experience and I am really flattered that my patience in teaching the kids and guiding the parents are worth at the end of the day. I received a lot of praises and thank you wishes and presents from them. I know it is nothing compared with employees from big companies that get Full HD TVs or trips from the bosses and clients; but to get to know that what you have given to an innocent precious little minds that will develop in shaping their thoughts to grow later is - priceless.

Speaking of my fully occupied time that had restricted myself from writing, I was also busy doing makeover to the house because I was so enthusiastic in ensuring my comfort as I wanted to come home feeling cozy and peaceful after a tiring day at work. I have always been known as a home-ly type of person who sometimes refuse to go out and socialise whenever I have my time off. It doesn't mean that I didn't have a cozy home before but to have the chance to do something on my own with my effort and money (as I didn't ask daddy even a cent this time) makes it a whole new makeover to myself too.

I feel much more content coming home switching on the new floorlamp which I only change the lampshade, sticking myself on the newly-bought white L-shaped couch, looking at the gorgeus colourful painting on the wall that I actually painted myself, watching the old TV ( I'm still saving to buy a new one) that is put on the new shelf with my pretty little ornaments on the sides with a little white lamp I bought in a home deco mart for a very cheap price. Oh, my.. I'm hundred percent satisfied. I don't need a lavish social lifestyle nor an expensive handbag (at least at this moment ) to find my satisfaction. I'm happy doing what I like.

Anyway, it's my off day today and I want to continue reading a book that I get from one of the students' parents for my Christmas present. I've already mixed a cup of coffee before I started writing this and yes - I'll spend the day reading on the couch. Til' then, spend your time doing the things you have ever wanted to do the most. Have a nice day!

I finished this painting in two nights

My favourite porcelain Japanese dolls, kawaii, no?

Porcelain Union Jack boots I bought in London

Moon Lights The Dream

Don't quit shining up the darkness on the narrow way
I wish for your spark to take the sadness away
You're the only one among the diamonds in the sky
Your shimmering light appears to me like a smile
For it is the reason that I don't want to cry
O' dear moon, please stay the way you are
You help keeping me asleep through the night
Living in the dream that I don't want it to end
I no longer want to be awake and pretend
That the dream is over even before it begins





('Moonlight Dream' by Marquise de Ville, Sept 2010)

Sunshine After The Rain

It was just a few minutes after I switched on the lights in the room at the office after punching in the card when I received a call from my dad this morning. It was awkward as the only thing he said was , "Hello, are you okay?" and when answered him yes, he hung up. I ignored it as dad is always unpredictable and he does unusual things unlike normal people do.

So I continued with my Wednesday routine at work as usual. Today was a bit busy as there were some incomplete materials for this week's box. So time was ticking really fast that I didn't realise that it was 5.30 pm. Well, today my siblings will be having iftar with their friends so I decided to go to the bazaar to take away some desserts.

When I was about to reach home, my phone rang again and it was daddy. "I watched the news this morning and it says that a kindergarten teacher in her early 20s was stabbed by a thief while she was going to work along NKVE highway and I was so worried. I'm afraid if they hurt you. Are you okay?" he asked.

I quickly said, "Dad, it only takes me 15 minutes to be there even in the traffic jam and I don't even use the highway. I'm okay and it's not me. I don't work in a kindy by the way."

Then only I heard his voice a bit relieved than before. I knew he meant it when he said he was worried. I felt sorry for the victim though, she was stabbed to death by a guy who tried to rob her. It terrifies me too as crime is getting worse day by day all over the country and we'll never know who is bad and good anymore. But the call made up my day after weeks of struggling with workloads in the fasting month. Whenever life treats me a bit rough, dad will always be there to make me smile even in his own strange ways. You've brightened up my day, like the sunshine after the rain. I love you, daddy!

Little Wonders

It feels like the first time tapping on the keyboard after my previous post. It feels good to be back to write though. I was busy with work which has been the biggest part of my life now. I guess I've finally found the company that has hired me for what I'm good in to serve the clients that appreciate every single thing that I do for them and the most important part is that I feel so good and look forward for everyday to come to go to work. Sounds strange but it is true.

I work in a company which provides right brain learning for children from age 3 months to 7 years old and my students are aged between 5 months to 2 years old. I love kids! I was actually quite surprised how the children can learn so fast and socialise better than adults! As I learn more and more during on-the-job training, I have found out that humans develop the brains best at 0 to 3 years old as the brain absorbs information like sponge absorbs water even without verbal output. I become a person who is obsessed with learning about human brain and I am really looking forward to do a research on this method.

Well that's about research and results. But what I am interested in the most is watching the kids laughing and giggling when they are praised after each game even if the answers are wrong as they feel happy when we appreciate their effort. It feels so good when a 2-year-old boy came to me in the middle of the hallway even before class starts and held my hand said, 'Sensei, sing song' and he hugged me so tightly that it made my heart struggling to melt. Then there was once when a little baby boy reach out his hands to me and smiled when I carried him from his mother. And now whenever I have any doubts or feeling uneasy with things or some issues in life, I can feel my heart and soul calming down when coming to work looking at all the happy faces and smiles from the kids. Even when they cry, I don't feel like stressing myself out as the job requires me to ensure my inner vibration and energy are in control and in a good condition to turn the kids' hearts to be as calm too.

Looking at the kids in class makes me feel so grateful that I am given the oppurtunity to nurture their hearts since they are young and give them the education that will then shape their personalities. We don't just give them input of knowledge, but we teach them respect, kindness and love. Children are those who are pure and innocent that they deserves to have everything good in life and it is really important to teach them from they are young as they will grow with the knowledge we plant in their brains.

We tend to take things for granted and blame fate for problems occurred. We just won't admit the fact that nothing can compare to the love we share. These kids really feel happy when we appreciate them with little things that remain in their hearts. I give them stickers after each class, parents hug them saying thank you for enjoying the lesson and they just jumps around happily knowing that we care about what they feel and we appreciate their effort. They don't need new toys or expensive children attire nor exclusive priviledge to kids' world in Harrods to show that we care. They are not like adults who are just being nice and do things for those who have something to give in return. They smile, they wave, they respect. I wonder why adults cannot tolerate or socialise with each other even though we know what is right and wrong after how many years we learn. I used to get frustrated when life treated me badly and I blamed many things but now I feel so fortunate to have these cute little strangers that never fails to make my day. They are the little creations that make big wonders that will never be taken away from my life.

What If I..?

I stood up really confused
Not knowing where to go
Which way to choose
Is the right turn the one to go through
Would the left turn get really smooth
Or what if I'd make the wrong move..?




('What If I' by Marquise de Ville, March 2010)

Brother Turns Twenty

Hi brother, today you're twenty
Don't be sad if you're lonely
Cos even when nobody's around
We always want you to be happy

Hi brother, today you're twenty
Friends come and people stray
But don't let things come in your way
Cos we will always be there to stay

Hi brother, today you're twenty
Don't feel down if things don't work out
Cos even if we're miles apart
We'll be there to sort things out

Hi brother, today you're twenty
Life is cruel and it's not that easy
Learn to appreciate little things
You'll be surprised how wonderful they can be

Hi brother, today you're twenty
If the sun doesn't light your day
Or if it rains heavily on your way
Be grateful that you can see another day

Hi brother, today you're twenty
Smile even when your soul is crying
Even if luck doesn't show up when you're ready
Call my name and I'll there when you need me

Happy Birthday, brother! God bless you!

Love, Kisses and Hugs

Show Me Love

It's the month of my birthday and my brother's, my boyfriend's and his brother's, my aunt's and her husband's, my cousins', and obviously for those who were born in the glorious November. But I am not writing about my or their becoming birthday, but to share a memory with you people, I graduated a few days ago. I mean the graduation ceremony was held on 31st October and I was so busy to write about anything since the ceremony made it compulsory for me to travel a few days to settle things up and I had to pack all the things in my room and the house because we were moving out (to the next block, fortunately).

Well, there was nothing extraordinary about my graduation as everyone who completed studies will have the chance to experience it with the presence of their beloved people. As for me, I had four invitation cards but I only took two as only two of my family members were coming, my dad and my little brother. My mom had to go outstation for work and my sisters were busy with their meetings with clients. My boyfriend could not make it because he was busy studying for his coming final exams. I did not feel unhappy as I was grateful enough to have my dad to drive me to the rehearsal and the actual ceremony even when he had to take a few days leave from his important work. If I had to drive myself alone to the graduation, then that is pathetic. I would be screaming and crying all the way to college if nobody could come.

The rehearsal was on Friday and we had to be there by 9 am, so my dad woke me up really early and we only had some hot drinks. Daddy had his hot tea and he asked me to eat something but I only had my coffee because I was so sleepy and I thought we would have breakfast after the rehearsal or when we had a break later. So the rehearsal was only a short briefing to explain about the actual ceremony and what to do and how. Daddy waited for me outside and the briefing ended before 11am. This was the first time he had ever come to send me to college. I drove by myself alone when I first registered as a student in the college. My parents were so busy with work and all of my siblings are used to doing things by ourselves. When I got out from the hall, I was sweating because it was really hot outside and I drank a bottle of 100 plus to cool down. Daddy was telling me to stop drinking the isotonic drink because it might make my gastric worse as I had not eaten anything from morning, but I said it would be okay.

So we decided to have brunch somewhere in Damansara to kill the time as we were going to fetch my brother in the station later. So daddy was telling me about a father who was also waiting for his daughter during the rehearsal and I was laughing to his story. I laughed but my mind was so not in its place and I was feeling dizzy. I thought, 'maybe it was just the heat'. But when daddy stopped the car at the traffic light in front of One Utama, my hand was pulling a plastic bag under the car seat and I opened it up to cover my mouth with it.

I wasn't really sure what I was doing and my dad was looking at me curiously and he asked me why. As I was just opening my mouth to say something to him, I suddenly threw out bubbles and coffee in the plastic bag. My dad was so shocked and he asked me to show him an air-conditioned place to eat, so I just pointed my hand to The Curve with my mouth still throwing out only bubble from the isotonic drink. Daddy drove really fast and he was babbling about how many times he asked me not to skip breakfast and not to drink coffee or carbonated drinks without eating.

When we got out from the car, I threw the plastic bag away and I told him I was okay but daddy was still worried. He was holding me because he was afraid I might be fainted. I had to eat the whole plate of rice even when I couldn't finish it. My dad was really treating me like I was still a little girl when he insisted me to eat all the rice and chicken and finish up the drinks so that I would not get worse. After eating and drinking green tea, I felt relieved and I didn't feel like throwing up again. So daddy suggested to go window shopping in IKEA. I was glad that he was happy looking at all the pretty furnitures after making him worried for my unintentional carelessness. It had been a while since I saw him smiling for things that he did for himself. He was always doing things for others and it felt really great to see him enjoying the very limited time for himself.

When we got home after fetching my brother, my dad was telling everyone in the house about me throwing up in the car because I didn't want to have breakfast. Everyone was laughing but I knew that he was really worried about me and he really wanted me to be in a bed of roses, especially on my graduation day. My brother and sisters were laughing when he was babbling because that showed how much he cares for his children. He might get a little sarcastic sometimes, but he's the best man in the whole universe.

Well, that was on the rehearsal day. I really want to tell you guys what happened during my graduation but it is now almost 3 am in the morning and I had to wake up early tomorrow because I have work to do so I'll continue once I settled things up.

"A father doesn't tell you that he loves you.

He shows you."

Sometimes, Always, Perhaps

Is there a perfect love? People questioned.

It happens once in a while, a few said.

Perhaps it does to lucky ones, some thought.

But there is always a perfect lie, everyone agreed.

Night So Cold

Woke up at four
Checked out the inbox
Received a few messages
His name wasn't included

Sighed

Tried to get back to sleep
Both eyes closed
Mind still wide awake
His images couldn't be ignored

Eyes opened

Unlocked the keypad
Upper and lower lips pouted
Started texting
But kept deleting

Text message cancelled

It showed
Thou both hearts desired
But blocked with ego
Nights turned out really cold..


('Cold' by Marquise de Ville, September 2009)

Two Feels Like Three

A friend called me up to talk about her guy which was one of the favourite boyfriends in our circle. He was always a romantic good-looking guy with a sense of humour that never failed to catch people's attention. They were a great couple as we friends could see and they looked so good with each other. After eight months of going strong in the relationship, the boyfriend became a bit blurry than usual and everything she did didn't catch his attention anymore. He preferred to stay quiet, became a loner and did things on his own - which - weren't really productive for himself and obviously the relationship. He did unusual things like buying daisies for the house even if he knew that she preferred roses. He started drinking juices every morning after a few years of starting the day with their favourite black coffee. He started listening to sad songs and he didn't laugh like he used to everytime he turned his favourite dance tunes on. She felt weird. She thought he might be having problems in his work or financial as he didn't really has a close relationship with his family ever since he graduated and led his own life. She tried to talk to him but when she asked he just smiled and said that he was okay. She thought 'maybe he just needs his own space' and she never asked the same thing again.

When their relationship was turning to its first year, when she started discussing about marriage, he became like a freak. He didn't go out he didn't go to work and never wanted to see anyone. He did and said things to her like he was talking to someone else. She was so worried that he might has some kind of critical disease or severe internal bleeding or whatever but again, when she asked, his smile never felt like the same beautiful smile that he had before and she could see something else in his eyes which used to show only images of her and the moments they spent together. The eyes were telling her about something else - something she never thought would ever come between the two of them. He was doing everything that his ex-girlfriend loved and he changed because he realised that she could never come back in his life again.

I was confused for a while but my friend finally told me that he lost his previous girlfriend in a car accident two years before they met. He was about to take her to a candle-light dinner where he planned to propose her and they were hit by a truck before they got to the place, which means before he had the chance to tell her that he wanted her to be the one in his life forever. He survived but she died. He moved on and carried on with his life two yeas after but maybe he suddenly realised that it was all his fault and he was trying to get her back ignoring that he was already blessed with the current girlfriend who loved him with all her heart and didn't care about his history.

I was stunned as I finished my third cup of coffee and I was speechless. I thought maybe he turned like that because he was afraid of losing her like his previous girl, but he didn't realise that he was losing her instead of trying to save her from what he was afraid of. I didn't know what to say because all I could see in the girl's eyes were hopes that turning into ashes and painful heartbreak that couldn't stop bleeding and I knew from the moment she said she couldn't take it - fighting with someone she can't see - she really meant it. And back at home I thought about how complicated the story was and I couldn't find any answer because I might not have the same memory that I have now if the life line is different. I am so blessed that history builds a better life for me to cherish what I have today.

Footsteps on the stairs
Nobody there
I feel like there's someone watching me
Shadows on the wall
Whispers down the hall
But when I look there's nothing to see
You say that you let her go
You turned the page and closed the door
I can't get inside your head
Cause when I try she's there instead

You say that she's gone
That you've moved on
So why do I feel her eyes on me
Can invisible chains keep us in pain
Won't you please tell her set you free
Sometimes when you look past me
your eyes see someone I can't see
So I'm giving up this war
Cause I can't fight it anymore

I can't compete with a memory
How can I fight with someone that I can't see
There's two of us but it feels like three
I wish her ghost would just let us be
Boy you're everything I ever wanted
But I gotta let you go
cause this love is haunted

('Haunted' by Rihanna)

Holding On

The fasting month is around the corner and the time flies really fast that I haven't noticed that it is already August. It's the end of the summer season. Eid will be in September and my convocation is rumoured to be in October or early November. And we've booked the tickets to London after my birthday in November. There goes my schedule for the rest of the year.

Well, I was watching the TV before I started typing this post. The fast-spreading influenza flu is really hitting every headlines in the news these days and I am so afraid to go out from the house even to the nearest 7-eleven store. The virus kills people in a few days and I figure I am still not ready to be diagnosed with the disgusting flu that originated from pigs! I am so relieved to think that I haven't applied any teaching posts in any school because the virus spreads so fast in schools and public places. I feel sorry for the kids and teachers. The government really has to do something...now! You don't have to wait for everyone in the same place to die from the flu before you close it or take any action. Hopefully they know what to do.

I don't really have much to share this time but I found my old pendrive in my old bag that was used during my foundation year and one of my favourite songs are still in there. I remember singing to the song over and over but it didn't really matter as I was super-single and available and I was still a girl who loved to play around and enjoyed partying and outings and stuff. But when I played the song just now, it really made me think about myself. Will I always be there for whoever that needs me around? And will they be there when I need them the most? Well, life is what it is. It can never be perfect but we can always try to make it beautiful and stick together for because sometimes what matters most is to be there when you are needed..

Will I always be there for you?

When you need someone

Will I be that one you need?

Will I do all my best to, to protect you?

When the tears get near your eyes

Will I be the one that's by your side?

Will I be there when you call me in the middle of the night?

Will I keep the rain from falling down into your light?

I promise, I promise I will

Will I take tender tender care of you?

Take your darkest night and make it bright for you

Will I be there to make you strong and to lean on?

When this world has turned so cold

Will I be the one that's there to hold?

And I love you more every day

And nothing will take that love away

When you need someone

I promise I'll be there for you

('I Promise" by Stacie Orrico)