I'm on a desert, we're all on a desert. And life here is tough.

But we've got GOD.


Deserts are hot, dry, and seems to extend so far that we might feel the way out is hard to reach. We walk and walk to find an oasis, but even that could be a mirage. And if it was real, we cannot stay there forever. We need to get out of the desert. That hot and tormenting place. We want to feel cold again. To never fear the thought of skin cancer. Or to never have dry lips again. The comfort of our homes. Cozy and comfortable. Go back home. That is nice.


But even though we need to travel amidst a desert just to go find a treasure. We know we can overcome the torture because amidst the desert, everywhere we are, there is God with us. He is capable to comfort us, to give us cool clouds to cover our heads from the heat, to give us water when we feel dry, to guide us to the way, to our destination.


If you believe that you have God, then the treasure is already reserved for you. Just be sure to look for it. Be patient and be strong. And the treasure awaits you.

THE DESERT SONG

by Hillsong

This is my prayer in the desert

when all else within me feels dry

this is my prayer

in my hunger and need

My God is the God who provides

This is my prayer in the fire

in weakness or trial or pain

there is a faith proved of more worth than gold

so refine me Lord through the flame

I will bring praise

I will bring praise

No weapon formed against me shall remain

I will rejoice

I will declare

God is my victory

and He is here

This is my prayer in the battle

when triumph is still on its way

I am a conqueror and co-heir with Christ

So firm on His promise I stand

I will bring praise

I will bring praise

No weapon formed against me shall remain

I will rejoice

I will declare

God is my victory

and He is here

All of my life

in every season

You are still God

I have a reason to sing

I have a reason to worship

I will bring praise

I will bring praise

No weapon formed against me shall remain

I will rejoice

I will declare

God is my victory

and He is here

This is my prayer in my harvest

when favor and providence flow

I know I'm filled to be emptied again

the seed I've received I will sow

I love you God ♥

Me | I Did This

I did this to myself. If I fail, it will be because I deserve that punishment.

Last night, I said to myself, I'll sleep first before I study. I closed my eyes and the next time I opened it again, it was already 6:30 am. Although, I knew the time as it passed, I put my mobile phone on alarm in 1 hour intervals. And when it did rang from 11 pm, 12 am, 1 am, 2 am, 3 am, 4 am, 5 am, to 6 am. I turned the alarm off myself. I did not snooze it, I turned it off. And yet, it felt like my slept was so short. I did not have dreams nor nightmares. Nothing. It is true that sleep is a luxury for us medicine students. If you deserve to be rich.

For us poor, useless, lazy, and , sleep is a punishment. You wished you hadn't slept. It is now that I only realize what punishment sleep is. Sleep can be either a reward or a punishment. For me, I had it the scary way.

So the rest of the day went on with a practical exam and theoretical exam on Histology. The pracs - as we like to call the practical exams - was easy. I felt like I could have perfected it. But the unprepared me was prepared to have a hard time. Histology was my confidence, and yet, I could actually take a removal exam on it, or worst, I could fail it. I hope not.

Then the theoretical exam was next. First item on the exam, I couldn't even answer directly and surely. I was sleepy not even halfway to the finish. I was sleepy even though I already slept so much. So it came through me, for a person such as a sleepy me, feeling that addicting pain is a sign of being clueless. Literally.

Going through the answers, I would do my best guess. Shade here and there. I was so eager to pass the papers. More shading here and there as the thoughts of Enchanted Kingdom, tomorrow's CFM exam, money in my bank account, my new pen which I bought because I forget to bring one, and more sleep came into my mind. It was so ironically funny thinking why I have such thoughts, although I do not feel fun at all. I even say, "God, help me. I know it's to much to ask and I don't deserve it, but it would be nice if You help me even though You're punishing me. Still, I'm being punished so, as always and all the more at this moment, You'd still have Your way."

Nonetheless, 1 hour after receiving the brown and white papers. I went out thinking, "at long last!"

Walking and eating afterwards with the dabarkads, as I heard the answers of most of my classmates, and their discussions, I thought to myself, "Wow. We have the same answers."

Then, as if God himself was speaking into my ears, I realized, "Even without your efforts to study, I can still let you shade the correct answers, even if you didn't thought much about it, or analyzed it. With just my help alone, you would pass any exams, easy or hard, long or short. Even with just my wisdom alone."

Yes, if I rely only to my own strength and wisdom, I cannot do anything, no matter how hard I try, no matter how much effort I put in. God is giving me an opportunity to do something, something that matters, something is better than nothing. His strength alone can support the whole universe. His wisdom alone created the Earth. If I couple His strength and wisdom with faith, obedience, hard work, and perseverance, surely, I would attain the highest marks any other genius could. Aren't I His child already?

Faith in God's help, character, promises, and love.

Obedience to God's words and commands.

Hard work to make me do my best, not second best, but only the one best I could ever do.

Perseverance to not give up doing my best, resisting temptations, and believing in God.

He supplies with me with all I need, now, it's up to me to do my part of the contract of His promises. If I am punished to fail, I did this to myself.

Literature | On Seeing the 100% Perfect Girl One Beautiful April Morning

Found this in Bernadette Cid's (1C Med President) FB note. Lovely and sad.


On Seeing the 100% Perfect Girl One Beautiful April Morning, from "The Elephant Vanishes" (1981) by Haruki Murakami and translated by Jay Rubin

One beautiful April morning, on a narrow side street in Tokyo's fashionable Harajuku neighborhood, I walked past the 100% perfect girl.

Tell you the truth, she's not that good-looking. She doesn't stand out in any way. Her clothes are nothing special. The back of her hair is still bent out of shape from sleep. She isn't young, either - must be near thirty, not even close to a "girl," properly speaking. But still, I know from fifty yards away: She's the 100% perfect girl for me. The moment I see her, there's a rumbling in my chest, and my mouth is as dry as a desert.

Maybe you have your own particular favorite type of girl - one with slim ankles, say, or big eyes, or graceful fingers, or you're drawn for no good reason to girls who take their time with every meal. I have my own preferences, of course. Sometimes in a restaurant I'll catch myself staring at the girl at the next table to mine because I like the shape of her nose.

But no one can insist that his 100% perfect girl correspond to some preconceived type. Much as I like noses, I can't recall the shape of hers - or even if she had one. All I can remember for sure is that she was no great beauty. It's weird.

"Yesterday on the street I passed the 100% girl," I tell someone.

"Yeah?" he says. "Good-looking?"

"Not really."

"Your favorite type, then?"

"I don't know. I can't seem to remember anything about her - the shape of her eyes or the size of her breasts."

"Strange."

"Yeah. Strange."

"So anyhow," he says, already bored, "what did you do? Talk to her? Follow her?"

"Nah. Just passed her on the street."

She's walking east to west, and I west to east. It's a really nice April morning.

Wish I could talk to her. Half an hour would be plenty: just ask her about herself, tell her about myself, and - what I'd really like to do - explain to her the complexities of fate that have led to our passing each other on a side street in Harajuku on a beautiful April morning in 1981. This was something sure to be crammed full of warm secrets, like an antique clock build when peace filled the world.

After talking, we'd have lunch somewhere, maybe see a Woody Allen movie, stop by a hotel bar for cocktails. With any kind of luck, we might end up in bed.

Potentiality knocks on the door of my heart.

Now the distance between us has narrowed to fifteen yards.

How can I approach her? What should I say?

"Good morning, miss. Do you think you could spare half an hour for a little conversation?"

Ridiculous. I'd sound like an insurance salesman.

"Pardon me, but would you happen to know if there is an all-night cleaners in the neighborhood?"

No, this is just as ridiculous. I'm not carrying any laundry, for one thing. Who's going to buy a line like that?

Maybe the simple truth would do. "Good morning. You are the 100% perfect girl for me."

No, she wouldn't believe it. Or even if she did, she might not want to talk to me. Sorry, she could say, I might be the 100% perfect girl for you, but you're not the 100% boy for me. It could happen. And if I found myself in that situation, I'd probably go to pieces. I'd never recover from the shock. I'm thirty-two, and that's what growing older is all about.

We pass in front of a flower shop. A small, warm air mass touches my skin. The asphalt is damp, and I catch the scent of roses. I can't bring myself to speak to her. She wears a white sweater, and in her right hand she holds a crisp white envelope lacking only a stamp. So: She's written somebody a letter, maybe spent the whole night writing, to judge from the sleepy look in her eyes. The envelope could contain every secret she's ever had.

I take a few more strides and turn: She's lost in the crowd.

Now, of course, I know exactly what I should have said to her. It would have been a long speech, though, far too long for me to have delivered it properly. The ideas I come up with are never very practical.

Oh, well. It would have started "Once upon a time" and ended "A sad story, don't you think?"

Once upon a time, there lived a boy and a girl. The boy was eighteen and the girl sixteen. He was not unusually handsome, and she was not especially beautiful. They were just an ordinary lonely boy and an ordinary lonely girl, like all the others. But they believed with their whole hearts that somewhere in the world there lived the 100% perfect boy and the 100% perfect girl for them. Yes, they believed in a miracle. And that miracle actually happened.

One day the two came upon each other on the corner of a street.

"This is amazing," he said. "I've been looking for you all my life. You may not believe this, but you're the 100% perfect girl for me."

"And you," she said to him, "are the 100% perfect boy for me, exactly as I'd pictured you in every detail. It's like a dream."

They sat on a park bench, held hands, and told each other their stories hour after hour. They were not lonely anymore. They had found and been found by their 100% perfect other. What a wonderful thing it is to find and be found by your 100% perfect other. It's a miracle, a cosmic miracle.

As they sat and talked, however, a tiny, tiny sliver of doubt took root in their hearts: Was it really all right for one's dreams to come true so easily?

And so, when there came a momentary lull in their conversation, the boy said to the girl, "Let's test ourselves - just once. If we really are each other's 100% perfect lovers, then sometime, somewhere, we will meet again without fail. And when that happens, and we know that we are the 100% perfect ones, we'll marry then and there. What do you think?"

"Yes," she said, "that is exactly what we should do."

And so they parted, she to the east, and he to the west.

The test they had agreed upon, however, was utterly unnecessary. They should never have undertaken it, because they really and truly were each other's 100% perfect lovers, and it was a miracle that they had ever met. But it was impossible for them to know this, young as they were. The cold, indifferent waves of fate proceeded to toss them unmercifully.

One winter, both the boy and the girl came down with the season's terrible influenza, and after drifting for weeks between life and death they lost all memory of their earlier years. When they awoke, their heads were as empty as the young D. H. Lawrence's piggy bank.

They were two bright, determined young people, however, and through their unremitting efforts they were able to acquire once again the knowledge and feeling that qualified them to return as full-fledged members of society. Heaven be praised, they became truly upstanding citizens who knew how to transfer from one subway line to another, who were fully capable of sending a special-delivery letter at the post office. Indeed, they even experienced love again, sometimes as much as 75% or even 85% love.

Time passed with shocking swiftness, and soon the boy was thirty-two, the girl thirty.

One beautiful April morning, in search of a cup of coffee to start the day, the boy was walking from west to east, while the girl, intending to send a special-delivery letter, was walking from east to west, but along the same narrow street in the Harajuku neighborhood of Tokyo. They passed each other in the very center of the street. The faintest gleam of their lost memories glimmered for the briefest moment in their hearts. Each felt a rumbling in their chest. And they knew:

She is the 100% perfect girl for me.

He is the 100% perfect boy for me.

But the glow of their memories was far too weak, and their thoughts no longer had the clarity of fourteen years earlier. Without a word, they passed each other, disappearing into the crowd. Forever.

A sad story, don't you think?

Yes, that's it, that is what I should have said to her.

GOD | Hallelujah

"Hallelujah to the Lord of Heaven and Earth..."

- God of Wonders

Hallelujah, Halleluyah, or Alleluia
- a transliteration of the Hebrew word הַלְּלוּיָהּ (Standard Halleluya, Tiberian Halləlûyāh) meaning "praise (הַלְּלוּ) Yah (יָהּ)"
- considered a joyful word of praise to God
- spontaneous expressions of joy, thanksgiving and praise towards God
(Wikipedia)

This early morning I realized, how could I have always let the chance to praise God pass me by? To praise and worship Him makes this lonely heart of mine cry with joy and hope! It feels so great just by offering a simple song to Him. It doesn't require a congregation or a fellowship to praise Him. In our own quiet rooms we can witness God's love overflow in us if we only recognize Him as the God of Wonders, who as forever and ever beyond the whole galaxy, majestic and Holy God.

Thank You Lord. Praise You!!! Fill my heart with Your love and kindness. Show me Your power and Your glory. Reveal to me Your purpose in me as I seek Your face the whole day. May your mercy protect me. May your wisdom guide me. I love You Lord. I acknowledge Your love for me which is greater than all I could ever come up with. So I thank Your Lord that You have never let me go. Truly You are wonderful, God!

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Me | Med Night '09

Whew! Home at last, I still have a hangover! Night life with friends and classmates was super fun! ^_^ This day was really a care-free, fun day!

First, I wasn't able to go to school for our only morning class. :p I woke up at roughly 9 a.m. Then Jae and me, the bums that we are, just ate and slept again for the whole morning. Come afternoon, we took a bath already, because afterall, we aren't doing anything. Then we prepped up ourselves already! Not that we were excited, but because I figured I haven't fitted my dress yet, so if ever something's not right, I still have time to do something about it. I experimented on my eyes, and proud to say, it turned out simple yet sassy. I liked it! ^_^ I've never used black before and it was my first try on myself (Jae is my Barbie doll. =p). So at about 3 p.m., I was already suited up. From top to bottom. I decided not going to the parlor whatsoever. I dressed up myself and I am pretty happy about that. =p Heehee.

I'm slowly starting to become malandi. XD And I must admit that I'll be experimenting more and changing my fashion sense. Haha! It requires a bit of practice. We need to at least appear our best! :D Although it would require money! And that's were I will have a hard time! XD Haha. Just the other day, last Wednesday, me and Jae shopped for my things. I spent 2.5k for a hair iron, make up, and and accessory. The other week I bought a simple dress for P700. I was happy because I found something cheap. XD If I had a lot of resources, I swear I'll be a shopaholic. Thank God, He didn't give me a lot of money, or else I'll have a really large debt. Whew, I need to earn. I'm thinking of what business I can do that won't require match. *Sigh* I have to earn to pay up for my desires. For now, I'll have to settle with what I have. =p

Anyway, going back to Med Night. We took a cab since I won't ever take a jeep wearing a dress and all prepped up. Going back to the dorm, I almost forgot to bring my ticket. Haha! XD Thank God I didn't (I lost my ticket anyway at Eastwood =p). Then, planning to eat at Tapsilogan, we ended up at Ministop. I don't want to eat a meal since dinner at Something Fishy is Eat-All-You-Can (Eventually, I didn't eat much. You'll know why, at the next few sentences to follow). We were at Ministop to wait for almost 30 minutes or I think it was more. I was really hungry, and seeing all the food around me, I can't help to buy. I said, I'll only buy a snack. Unfortunately for me, I overestimated myself, and was actually contented already. I wasn't hungry anymore. I wasn't looking for the food anymore.

Aside from because I already ate, I didn't quite like the food at Something Fishy. It was rather ordinary. Pansit, chicken, steamed fish, Kare Kare, Pinakbet, Nido soup, and fried Kangkong with dip. It wasn't really that drool-worthy. But the Nido soup was good. I missed it. =p

Then we went down, going to some classmates, then out, to the smoking boys. Although I don't like, or rather, I really hate the smell of cigarette smokes, I have no choice. I don't discriminate. Perhaps if we die early they'll stop their smoking? :D

We roamed around for a bit, taking pictures, here and there, all over, wherever, whenever. =)) Well, section 1C has been know as section 1Camwhores. XD LOL. We went inside Eastwood mall. It was cold, and...empty. It was nice and elegant, but nothing special I'd say.They just had sofas outside the stores. Sofas that were most welcome to me and Ivy's aching feet.

Then we went back and saw our classmates in the stage (some stage in some part of Eastwood where I do not know). We took pictures, and sat, and talked, and laughed together, joked at each other. That's the best part of 1C, it is always fun, always joking (imagine yourself in a comedy bar). That kind of joking...tripping.

Then as we wait for the opening of the Manor, we went to DQ. I love DQ! That's all I can say. It's one of the best ice creams in the world! =p

Then, lining up at the Manor. At last! The gates opened, and one by one, we entered the cold place. Up the stairs, up on some more stairs, then there, a dark hall, the dance floor. And once the DJ popped that music, we all went into dancing mode. We're all like different people. Music really is universal. We ALL danced. And eventually hurt our feet. =p

Pinky, Mitch, and Ira joined a dance group with other people from other section and they participated in the dance competition. When it was their turn in the dance floor, gosh! I was so envious! I missed dancing! And the three of them, who did not dance before, were great! Take note, the steps are all sexy! :D Go girls! I think they're gonna win. The other two groups obviously just joined for the 100 less in payment if the section have participants. =))

Then Jae and Well arrived. My feet were so tired already, it was the first time I felt that I could not walk anymore. As in literally! I was walking down the stairs which was more *ouchy!*. There were just too many people around for me to really mind my feet. I needed to walk straight or else they might say, "poor girl, maybe she needs to go to the hospital?" I was thinking of crawling. Whew, glad I walked through till outside. I saw chairs. And was so happy! Like a firework.

Anyway, this is getting long already and I'm kinda sleepy. My body is yearning for the bed already. I want to say more, so I'll just edit and add some more stuff tomorrow.

Thank God for this night! It was fun! ^_^

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Random | Warning!

Warning!

(LOL)

The previous series of posts are highly (insert word here).

Read at your own risk.

(LOL)

Sheesh, I'm so randomly retarded!

=))

Random | "Ka-Emohan"

All the previous "ka-emohan" posts are true and original.

For me, "emo" is being emotional.

It is being in a state of sensitivity and awareness

Of one's own feelings in relation to reality

Of this world, of the world beyond

Of his family, friends, community, surroundings.

But a stronger feeling makes a person change.

An intense emotion can either destroy or strengthen.

Only one's self can determine that.

If you feel, show your emotions!

Yet remember,

Always go back to the peace thereafter.

A peace that is better than the previous one.

A peace that is something to look forward to.

~ o ~

Emo much?

Let's see if you can see the real me.

^_~

Random | Emo Be With Us

In us is an Emo unwanted.

But one cannot deny it.

I have captured it inside.

Trapped within this fragile walls.

It will break soon.

Glass pieces and broken hearts.

(The start of something new...)

Me | Saturnine Beat No. 1

This is not a fairytale, there are no happy endings.

Why am I not too cautious of what they call "emo"? It's because, in reality, I am an emo.

I may appear as a simple, cheerful person, but, in reality, I am discontented hater.

I am a frustrated perfectionist.

I am a daydreaming hopeless romantic.

I am a trusting broken-hearted gal.

I am not a princess, this is not a fairytale.

I got that line from the status message of a friend in YM. It stuck so much to me.

I must admit, I am guilty. I have only myself to blame. It was my own fault. I am weak, I am fragile, I am a loser, I am stupid, I am poor, I am nobody.

I cannot pretend anymore, I don't want to pretend anymore.

I am disturbed, I am hurt, I am aching. My heart is bleeding, my eyes are crying. It hurts so much; my broken heart is torn apart.

I was living in a dream of hope, but all I've done is nonsense. All my life is nothing.

I wasn't holding on to something afterall. I wasn't doing something worthy afterall. It was all useless, unworthy.

Are you listening God? Or is the devil the one putting these thoughts in my head? Maybe, Satan's blocking my prayers, and you are letting it, because I am a sinner, because I am a hard-headed child.

Can I even be called your child anymore?

With all the tests, papers, homeworks, recitations, reports, and grades I've had, I could not even know, if you're listening to me when I talk with my mind, when I cry with my heart.

God, are you listening?

Can you feel I'm aching? Can you hear I'm crying? Can you see I'm hurting?

All the people around me do not satisfy me. They even hurt me.

I see. I am discontent.

I don't want a life like this.

Many times, have I gone out of my room, smiling to the people outside.

But inside my room, my pillows are wet.

The soft bed is my only comfort. Inside is my comfort zone.

I don't want to go out anymore. I don't want to be hurt anymore.

Lord, I won't go out and feel pain anymore.

Why do you let this happen to me? Why do you let me be hurt? Why did you give such a life to me? Why did you have to make me like this?

I know I'm a sinner; lazy, selfish, stupid, egoistic, irresponsible. But I've asked for help already.

Where is my help? I've prayed for strength, where is it? Why am I weak?

I don't know what is wrong anymore. I am confused. My mind is polluted that I want to get rid of it. I want to break my skull and just throw my mind away.

You give me these family and friends I do not know. Neither do they know me. They are near yet strangers to me. Because not one of them knows me, hears me, feels me, and understands me.

Lord, this emotional and mental pain is the worst pain ever. I am sick. I am not well.

Is this all you have for me? Will I just be like this after today? Tomorrow, what will happen? Will I not change?

The next weeks, will I still go on and live the same way? I want to break out. Shout.

But I'm afraid; the people will stay away from me. I know they will even get mad at me.

It's like this, this world.

I don't know what to do. Oh God. I'm not suicidal.

But I feel dead anyway. And being conscious makes it hurt even more.

This is not the movies, tomorrow is not predictable.

But one thing is for sure, it will be the same hurtful days to come.

Unless, something really awful develops, maybe it will change something.

I can't believe I'm still hopeful.

Music | You Belong With Me by Taylor Swift

This is by far, my most favorite song by Taylor Swift.

Apart from her Love Story, which I loved because she was so beautiful in that gown.

=p

Anyway, I love the song, not much of the video, but the lyrics are just so right!

^_~

LSS of the Day! And days to come!

Gotta ♥ Taylor!

And Lucas Till is just so charming!

Eeeeeeeeeeeeekkkk! * love love !! *

The video can be quite delayed and slow, so check this video here. It's not HD and quite blurry but the video isn't delayed.

You Belong With Me

by Taylor Swift

You're on the phone with your girlfriend, She's upset

She's going off about something that you said

She doesnt get your humour like I do

I'm in the room, its a typical Tuesday night

I'm listening to the kind of music she doesnt like

And she'll never know your story like I do

But she wears short skirts, I wear t-shirts

She's cheer captain and I'm on the bleachers

Dreaming bout the day when you'll wake up and find

That what you're lookin for has been here the whole time

If you could see that I'm the one who understands you

Been here all along so why can't you see?

You belong with me

You belong with me

Walkin the streets with you in your worn out jeans

I cant help thinking this is how it ought to be

Laughing on the park bench thinkin to myself

Hey isnt this easy?

And you've got a smile that could light up this whole town

I havent seen it in awhile, since she brought you down

You say you find I know you better than that

Hey, Whatcha doing with a girl like that?

She wears high heels, I wear sneakers

She's cheer captain and I'm on the bleachers

Dreaming bout the day when you'll wake up and find

That what you're looking for has been here the whole time

If you could see that I'm the one who understands you

Been here all along so why can't you see? 

You belong with me

Standin by, waiting at your back door

All this time how could you not know that?

You belong with me

You belong with me

Oh I remember you driving to my house in the middle of the night

I'm the one who makes you laugh when you know you're about to cry

I know your favorite songs and you tell me about your dreams

I think I know where you belong. I think I know it's with me.

Can't you see that I'm the one who understand you?

Been here all along so why can't you see?

You belong with me

Standing by or waiting at your back door

All this time how could you not know that

You belong with me

You belong with me

Have you ever thought just maybe

You belong with me

You belong with me

Source

Music | Heartbreaker by G-Dragon

I so so loooooove G-Dragon.

And I loooooove this song!

He is part of the Korean male group, Bigbang, which I also love, but he is also successful as a solo artist!

He's got the talent, the personality, and the looks!

So hoooooooooooot! Sizzling hot!

=p ^_~

This is the MV of his first solo, Heartbreaker.

This is the solo debut of G-Dragon at SBS Inkigayo (August 30, 2009):

Check out his other live performances:

September 4, 2009 at Music Bank

September 6, 2009 at SBS Ingikayo

September 11, 2009 at Music Bank

September 13, 2009 at SBS Inkigayo

Here is the English translation for the song (Also, check out the Romanization, it's Korean and I don't understand it, and I won't plan to sing it in Korean even if I want to =p. That's why I will pay less attention to the Korean lyrics. Haha =p):

TRANSLATIONS

A yo! finally! Is this what youve been waiting for?
brand new G.D! I'm all by myself but its all good
your my heartbreaker DJ and YG
Let me take this song here

I don't give in no matter what, the useful things still haven't died
Only you caused a broken body, dead dreams, lost heart
If it's for you, this one body will fly, will rush to where you're at
However you say goodbye and goodbye to me

I said what's the reason you don't want me
Tell me all about your confident (facial) expressions, do it sadly
Even if I say alright or ask for a chance
I don't like the cold look in your eyes when you turn around once

*No no
Yo ma heart heart heart heart heart breaker
What did I do wrong
Yo ma heart heart heart heart heart breaker
No way no way

I say I'm leaving, I'm really going
To see if you can live well [without me]

This is tedious, this is not going smoothly
My heart's tragedy no way

I ask the same every day, you say that I've changed
Will you please shut your mouth
You speak while knowing who you're talking to
Now I'm out of control, constantly while being alone
In that spot, that place, it's goodbye and goodbye

I said what's the reason you don't want me
Tell me all about your confident (facial) expressions, do it sadly
Even if I say alright or ask for a chance
I hate the cold smile you have when you turn around once

*repeat

I say I'm leaving, I'm really going
To see if you can live well [without me]

This is tedious, this is not going smoothly
My heart's tragedy no way

I'll still be there (inside your turned off phone)
I'll still be there (at the mailbox in front of my house)
You..I still...(even if we're "strangers" now)
I will still be there

Let's be together, those words
It's only sweet for a little while
Why do you not care when
Hey! I'm hurting this much

*repeat

Yo ma heart heart heart breaker breaker
Yo ma heart heart heart breaker breaker
H.e.a.r.t. breaker no way

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ROMANIZATION


A yo! finaly! Is this watch me waiting for?
brand new G.D! I move by my self. your my heartbreaker
DJ and YG. Let me take this song here


nado eodiseo kkullijin anheo ajik sseulmanhan geol jukji anhasseo
neohana ttaemune manggajin mom sarajin kkum motchatneun mam
neol wihaeseoramyeon i han mom nallyeo niga inneun gosimyeon dallyeo
hajiman geudaen naege annyeong tto annyeong


*neon naega sirtago iyuga mwonyago
jasininneun nipyojeongi modeungeol malhaejwo seulpeugehae
geuraedo jotago gihoereul dallaedo
hanbeon doraseon nimoseup chagaun geu nunbichi sirheoyo


no no
yo ma heart heart heart breaker naega mwoljalmotaenneunji
yo ma heart heart heart breaker no way no way
naega neol tteonagandaedo naneun jeongmal gandago jalsanabojago
jigeutjigeutae ppigeutppigeutae naesarangui bigeuge no way


maeil ttokgachi mutneunde neon naega byeonhaetdago hae gajingseureon ipdamullae
sangdaega nugunji algo malhae nan ije out of control honjaseo gyesok-
geujari geugoseseo annyeong tto annyeong


Repeat *


no no
yo ma heart heart heart breaker naega mwoljalmotaenneunji
yo ma heart heart heart breaker no way no way
naega neol tteonagandaedo naneun jeongmal gandago jalsanabojago
jigeutjigeutae ppigeutppigeutae naesarangui bigeuge


I’ll still still be there(kkeojin ni jeonhwagie)
I’ll still still be there(naejibap pyeonjihame)
nan ajikdo geudael(ijen namira haedo)
I’ll will still be there


yeongwonhi hamkkehajan geumaldeul
jamkkanui,dalkomhan ppunirago
geudaen wae amureochiannnyago nan ireoke apeunde
yo ma heart heart heart breaker naega mwoljalmotaenneunji
yo ma heart heart heart breaker breaker
h.e.a.r.t. breaker


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I ♥ G-Dragon!

* shrilly scream of a fangirl !! *

Random | Ranting about Waking Up Habit

Snooze or Stop

I immediately click the stop button.

I am overly overestimating myself. * emphasizing pfft! *

* Sigh * T_T

Darn darn me!

Huhu. What should I do?

I can't stay late and study 'coz I won't wake up on time for class.

Waaaaaah! But, there's so much to study.

Huhu!

T_T

God help me.

:(

Random | Freakin' Funny MRI Experience!!! * LOLs *

This is so funny and scary at the same time! * Haha *

Oh gosh! I don't wanna experience this. XD

You guys should watch this. It's a super laugh trip!

Me | versestoheart.blogspot.com

My new blog!

♥ Verses To Heart ♥

Well, I made this because...

I  God!!!

^^

It's filled with verses, verses, and verses!

Daily Bible readings, devotions, or quiet time.

Visit it sometimes if you need some quotes, or advices, or more knowledge.

It's important to know what is really important. * Woah! That was redundant! XD *

I hope you could visit sometimes. ^^

Thanks!

God Bless Us All!