<body><script type="text/javascript"> function setAttributeOnload(object, attribute, val) { if(window.addEventListener) { window.addEventListener('load', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }, false); } else { window.attachEvent('onload', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }); } } </script> <div id="navbar-iframe-container"></div> <script type="text/javascript" src="https://apis.google.com/js/platform.js"></script> <script type="text/javascript"> gapi.load("gapi.iframes:gapi.iframes.style.bubble", function() { if (gapi.iframes && gapi.iframes.getContext) { gapi.iframes.getContext().openChild({ url: 'https://www.blogger.com/navbar/38769418?origin\x3dhttp://pomelogarden.blogspot.com', where: document.getElementById("navbar-iframe-container"), id: "navbar-iframe" }); } }); </script>




My Profile

Photobucket

Torn apart between Libra and Scorpio, I cannot define my personality as well. I seem to be optimistic yet pessimistically emotional. I want to be the best yet might sometimes be too lazy to put in my best. Whatever that is, I guess my blog speaks better than myself.



Advertisement





I'm colouring





Chapters in my
colouring book


February 2007
March 2007
April 2007
May 2007
June 2007
July 2007
August 2007
September 2007
October 2007
November 2007
December 2007
January 2008
February 2008
March 2008
April 2008
May 2008
June 2008
July 2008
August 2008
September 2008
October 2008
November 2008
December 2008
January 2009
February 2009
March 2009
April 2009
May 2009
June 2009
July 2009
August 2009
September 2009
October 2009
November 2009
December 2009
January 2010
February 2010
March 2010
April 2010
May 2010
June 2010
November 2010
January 2011
February 2011



Other colouring books


:: Hanwen ::
:: Weihui ::
:: Weixin ::
:: Qiuxin ::
:: Jianling ::
:: Shufen ::
:: Audrey ::
:: Tabletandpills ::
:: Kevin Wilson ::
:: LiQi :
:: Apple ::
:: Shifa ::
:: Almighty Ching ::
Credits


Deviantart

Tuesday, 5 June 2007

what are friends for?

well, I don't know what to say.
I thought he's my close friend.
I thought he somehow understands what I've been through.
If I'm really such a nuisance...I can only say I'm sorry.

When I've decided I have to move on, I thought my friends would be there to help me along. But I realised everybody has his/her own life.

Nobody actually understands me.
Nobody can feel the pain...only myself.
Sometimes I can only move on my own.
It hurts when the one whom I thought loves me...left me.
It hurts when the ones whom I thought would be there to help me...don't understand me.

0 friends commented | I coloured my life at 11:33
_________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________