tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75149824521013046452024-02-18T19:27:59.358-08:00My ImmortalLEA NAWE ROBINhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15403414794936563520noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7514982452101304645.post-92036745788525667932013-02-09T08:07:00.000-08:002013-02-09T08:07:55.819-08:00Bad Friends<span style="background-color: white; color: #232323; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: black; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #6aa84f;">Bad friends have to be identified correctly in the right time and should be avoided. If they are bad they can never be termed as friends but are just acquaintances. Bad friends will only drag you into bad habits. Companions who were once friends, when they turn out to be bad are worse because they know your entire secret and may drag you down anytime. So, it is crucial to identify true friendship and confide only in them. Bad friends are always a trouble. Stephen king said, “no good friends no bad friends only people you want, need to be with .People who build their houses in your heart”. Bad friends are worse than our enemies. So they should always be kept at a distance. Enemies will stab you in your friend and we will be aware of their moves. But bad friends will stab at the back without us knowing what their moves will be. This kind of betrayal is very hard to undergo. So, get rid of bad friends.</span></span>LEA NAWE ROBINhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15403414794936563520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7514982452101304645.post-15123018510366793392012-12-28T05:56:00.000-08:002012-12-28T05:56:10.788-08:00<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="background-color: black; color: #f1c232;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Such is the trap into which millions of us fall, blaming others for our hurt feelings and making demands upon them for change. This is very similar to the preceding "You make me unhappy" trap which only leads to giving away of personal power, a continued lack of self-esteem and more power in the hands of those who so "hurt your feelings". To choose not to make one's happiness dependent upon others leads to real empowerment. And it is possible!</span><span style="font-family: arial;">But the possibility must first be recognized, secondly accepted as something desirable and thirdly actively pursued. The goal is to change from being hurt to being OK with whatever situation causes my hurts so that I am not hurt the next time that situation occurs. Do you want to be so empowered? Examination of similar childhood hurts will probably be the key to not being hurt next time. </span></span></h2>
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<b>Tahun 2012 mrupaka tahun yang malang bagi diri ku..tp kuat juga saya mnempuhi dugaan yang Allah bagi dkt ku..Januari bln ku mlapor diri ke kem miri utk kump 1 siri 9..disini mmg bnyk karenah2 yg pelik..org yg brada di sekeliling memberi diri ku semangat utk meneruskan hidup ku..di situ juga ku belajar tentang diri ku dan hidup ku..di situ juga diri ku telah mgenali jejaka yg telah memikat hati ku..tp sekadar kawan dan tak lebih dari itu..mula2 mmg ku agak sombong utk mgenali jejaka tersebut..atas ptolongan kwn skerja ku ya telah bgi num dkt jejaka tersebut..dan mula lh crta sbgai sorg kwn yg memahami diri ku ini..actly ku ni mmg tak suka bkenalan dgn jejaka tersebut atas sebab2 diri ku ni bnyk kelemahan..mmg ku ni jenis yg pdiam,mrendahkan diri,paling tak suka myusahkan org..sbaliknya ku yg suka mnyusahkan diri sndiri..disebab itu lh diri ku terseksa dan tak pernah mrasakan bhgia..dlm mnempuhi dugaan yg mdatang tanpa ku sedar telah mbawa diri ku sering tension dgn mslh sendiri yg tak prnh settle dgn bf ku ni..nak bawa break payah juga..mmg itu bukan pilihan ku utk meneruskan hubungan ini dgn bf ku..huhu..puas bfikir kenapa ya pilihan ku mesti ada TAPI...why??..mmg klemahan ku suka sgt kasihani org daripada kasihani diri sendiri..mungkin itu ku tak pernah mrasai bhgia tp seksa..ya Allah kau bagi lh kekuatan utk hamba mu ni...hari demi hari ku mrasakan seksa entah smpai bila n sampai kapan diri ku mnemui kebahagian...hanya skadar kwn yg ku kenali mampu memberi ku cahaya utk ku melihat kebahagia tersbut..huhu...</b></div>
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<b>To be coutinue.....</b><br />LEA NAWE ROBINhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15403414794936563520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7514982452101304645.post-60479787872237611752012-08-09T07:13:00.001-07:002012-08-09T07:13:29.975-07:00Is all about Me<div style="text-align: center;">
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<b>I'm by no means shy or quite. I'm outgoing, in your face, and loud. But I like it that way. And the few people good enough to call friends dont seem to mind either. I'm girly girl but can be one of the guys too. I'm all about having a good time. I can make pretty much any situation. I'm put into fun. I love to sing (sometimes its off key) and dance (like no one is watching) I cry when i watch sad movies. I'm a sucker for chick flicks. I'm the biggest scaredy dog in the world. My family is my world. I am nothing without them. My friends save my life. Music makes my world go round [ALL MUSIC] I tend to over think to much on things that dont matter. I'm a blonde and blonde moments come along with that. I'm the girl that will laugh at a joke i heard yesterday. Making someone else smile, makes my day. I smile alot and laugh even more (the best laughs are the ones that make your cheeks hurt and your eyes water)</b></div>
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<b>I've made mistakes in my life. I've let people take advantage of me, and I have accepted way less than I deserve. But, I've learned from my bad choices and even though there are some things I can never get back and people who will never be sorry, I'll know better next time and I won't settle for anything less than I deserve...</b></div>
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<b>♥ I’m the type of girl who is easy going.. If your being rude, i WILL IGNORE YOU.. When you decide to be polite, I’ll talk to you.. I’m a girl with feelings.. sometimes i have mixed emotions.. There are people in my life right now that i hope to NEVER lose.. I’m a girl who loves to laugh and loves people who can make me laugh.. I laugh at the most stupidest things.. I’m the type of girl who doesnt want to deal with drama but somehow gets sucked into it.. I just want to live my life.. And I’m NOT going to let one little thing get me down!.. ♥</b></div>
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<b>♥ I'm the type of girl that needs a guy that will PROTECT me from the nasty things and people in this small world ♥ A guy that will SAVE me when I’m in trouble ♥ A guy who will TEXT me when I need to be texted ♥ A guy that will HOLD me when I need to be held ♥ A guy that will LOVE me 20/12 ♥ A guy that’s not going to make me the other girl, a guy that’s going to make me THE GIRL, the only one! ♪ Also a guy that brings music into my life ♫</b></div>
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<b>♥ I'm the type of girl who will burst out laughing in dead silence because of something that happened yesterday. I’m already to be that girl again. The one who wasn’t afraid to fly, to fall, that never cried over dumb boy, who would never worry about being in love. I am nowhere near perfect. I eat when I'm bored. I fall for boys easily. I’m vunerable to believing lies. I’m hoping that one day I won't need a fake smile. I live by quotes that explain exactly what I am going through. I make up excuses for everthing. I have best friends and enemies. I have drama and memories [and that's life] Live it, Love it... Learn from it ♥</b></div>
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<b>You can say anything about me please… But I Am What I Am. And that’s something that You Can Never Be. Accept me, reject me, but I'm still me. No one can change me, except me ♥</b></div>
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<b>I used to be a bad girl. I made friend with bad guys. Loving without thinking. I had grown up with cuss time. Now I'm trying to mature, to become a good girl, but it seem to be hard for me.</b></div>
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<b>Sometime I'd get a breakdown, like doing stupid things, fighting with my friends, yelling at everyone, going mad with everything, and saying bad words... I know I'm damn mad as hell :(</b></div>
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<b>Sometimes I’d lose my temper and I’d no longer act like the fine person who stands before you today. Sometimes I’d get jealous and I might say things I don’t really mean. Sometimes I’d talk too much that I might drive my friends crazy.</b></div>
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<b>Sometimes I’d get touchy and I’d get easily hurt. And no matter how mature I try to be, at times I’d act in childish ways. I’d demand things I shouldn’t, I’d say things I shouldn’t say.</b></div>
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<b>I'm heart sick, but I always hide my feeling. I can't share what I'm feeling. Yup, you can consider me as a faker, a liar or whatever. That's why my best friend worry abt me. She can't reach to me. I'm feeling like our friendship was not the same. My bad T__T</b></div>
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<b>Yeap . . I'm not perfect but I'm unique. I'm not strange but I'm different. That's why I love being imperfect :)</b></div>
</b>LEA NAWE ROBINhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15403414794936563520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7514982452101304645.post-23146172260302606272011-04-20T01:01:00.000-07:002011-04-20T01:01:11.631-07:00Jamming wit my Bandmate (practise)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Hello my blog ku . . mggu toq ku nang bz eh . . xda masa ku mcoret bnda kat blog ku . . tp ary toq bru di beri masa free eh . . hehe . . mggu lps mmg ku bz ngn bandmate ku . . mggu lps jwak time owg ngundi . . ya pun xda kantau . . nang paloy lh BN ya . . hehe . . sory eh . . mggu lps jwak ku ngn bandmate ku prgi jamm . . fuhh punya lh best . . tp kmi budak bru bljr . . 'Tunjuk ajar ku sifu' . . hehe . . lma dh x jamm kekok jwak asa ku eh . . tp ku main bantai jk eh . . hehe . . janji rawk eh . . mggu lps jwak bf ku blit ctoq . . punya lh ku susprise coz ku ni lh tau nya blik cbu . . tp best jwak dpt jwak lps rndu ku ngan nya . . wlpun xlama jk . . knk pun ku sntiasa rndu bf ku eh . . susah eh jauh dri bf ku . . tp ku tetap sbr . . bbalik crta jamm ya gi . . time jamm ya,aduh . . punya lh terabur muzik dimain . . hehe . . ya pun juz main jk . . kmi juz prlu practise bnyk . . good luck 4 my bandmate Laleabienina . . nma Shop till Drop dh xguna gi coz bnyk jwak org pkei ya . . kmi owg pkei nma gbgn nma kmi . . cam formula jk upa nma band kmi owg . . best eh . . ya bru unik pdh owg . . stiap owg ada mksd tsendiri bha . . nway nice 2 meet ngn 2 owg bru kat band ya. . nana ngn hani . . hehe . . ktk 2 nang rawk . di bah ya ada pic kmk owg jamm . . hehe . . </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dari kiri Bassist:Hani,Drummer:Nanacorpse,Vocalist:Me,Guitarist:Bibie and Ryhtm:Angela<br />
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Yes I have changed. I’m not as nice as I used to be, because I don’t want to get used or walked over, I don’t trust everyone and tell them my secrets, because behind every fake smile is a backstabbing bitch. I distance myself from people because in the end, they’re only going to leave. I have changed because I have realized that im the only person I can depend on.</h1></div></div>LEA NAWE ROBINhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15403414794936563520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7514982452101304645.post-89385671721693299012011-01-05T08:24:00.000-08:002011-01-05T08:24:30.629-08:00Love is like a magic . . ~<h1 style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: 1px; color: white; font-size: 11px; font: italic normal normal 18px/normal 'Bookman Old Style', 'Serifa BT', 'URW Bookman L', 'itc bookman', Georgia, serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-shadow: rgba(227, 23, 13, 0.898438) 0px 0px 3px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">One of the best feelings in the world is when you’re hugging tight a person who you love with absolutely everything you have, and they hug you back even tighter . ..</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Arial, Helvetica, 'sans serif';">If I die young, bury me in satin, lay me down on a bed of roses. sink me in the river, at dawn. send me away with the words of a love song♡ . .</span></h1><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Arial, Helvetica, 'sans serif'; font-size: xx-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: 1px; color: #e3d0cf;"><h1 style="color: white; font: italic normal normal 18px/normal 'Bookman Old Style', 'Serifa BT', 'URW Bookman L', 'itc bookman', Georgia, serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-shadow: rgba(227, 23, 13, 0.898438) 0px 0px 3px;">I push people away. That’s what I do. It’s because I hate getting too close to anyone because I know that they are going to leave me, or hurt me anyway. That’s why I don’t like being around people, or getting to know guys. The problem is, I’ll never get to know anyone because I’m too scared. . .</h1></span></span></div>LEA NAWE ROBINhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15403414794936563520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7514982452101304645.post-25776754209857338512011-01-05T07:32:00.000-08:002011-01-05T07:32:25.772-08:00<h1 style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: 1px; color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Arial, Helvetica, 'sans serif'; font-size: 11px; font: italic normal normal 18px/normal 'Bookman Old Style', 'Serifa BT', 'URW Bookman L', 'itc bookman', Georgia, serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-shadow: rgba(227, 23, 13, 0.898438) 0px 0px 3px;">I hate when you introduce your friend to one of your closest friends, then they become closer than you and your close friend originally were. . .</h1>LEA NAWE ROBINhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15403414794936563520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7514982452101304645.post-62908827668475895472010-12-30T00:57:00.000-08:002010-12-30T00:57:36.103-08:00Flyleaf - All Around Me<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe frameborder="0" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/xN0FFK8JSYE?fs=1" width="480"></iframe></div>LEA NAWE ROBINhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15403414794936563520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7514982452101304645.post-24451894642282276062010-12-14T22:46:00.000-08:002010-12-14T22:46:45.857-08:00Ngepak Mood !Ary toq . . keda pamak jk upa . . huhuhu ! ary2 kelahi xtentu psal nak jwak . . ku di pdh Chipmore sllu 'RINGAT ' .. Ku juz xda mood jk bha tyme ya . . xlh ku heran mu x kuar ngan nya . . sllu kuar bwink jwak nak nnga muka diri pun . . janji chipmore x curang kat luar ya . . Tocher jk pala mikir smua toq . . huhu . . munyi ko skeda nymai single . . haha ! fuck it . . <h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13px; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="UIStory_Message"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;">I hate the way u say that , all that SHIT u saying bout is TOTALLY F**K'ED ! ! . . </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">haha ! Apa2 indah lh dia k . . janji hapie jk . . nda kisah ku . . . ukai plai ke layak pun . . </span></span></h3>LEA NAWE ROBINhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15403414794936563520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7514982452101304645.post-5600732846185848822010-09-01T23:00:00.000-07:002010-12-14T07:09:19.749-08:00Favorite Quotations<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
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<i><b> I believe everything happens for a reason. people change so that i can learn how to let go. thing go wrong, so that i appreciate them when they're right. i believe lies so i eventually learn to trust no one but myself, and sometimes good things ...fall apart so better things can fall together..........</b></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b><span style="color: #674ea7;">Word that i like...</span></b></i> </div>LEA NAWE ROBINhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15403414794936563520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7514982452101304645.post-51452149179970662192010-09-01T00:52:00.000-07:002010-12-14T06:57:54.987-08:00My own Life<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
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I'm self-effacing, impatient and a little insecure. i makes mistakes. i am out of control and at times hard to handle. but if you can't handle me at my worst. then you sure as hell. don't deserve me at my best. i've made mistakes in my life. i've let people take advantage of me and i accepted way less than i deserve. but, i've learned from my bad choices and even though there are some things i can never get back and people who will never be sorry. i'll know better next time and i won't settle for anything less than everything. i don't care if you like me or not. because it's better to be hated for who you are than love for who you not. nobody’s perfect even me. i’m happy with what i’ve got. what i have now might be all that i have in my whole lifetime. i’ll never know what i’ve lost ‘til it’s gone that i believe based on experience. i think i’ll always have something or someone for as long as i want to. what i don’t realize is that if i take them for granted, they just might get sick and tired of waiting for me to come to my senses and just tell them what i should tell them instead of telling them only the things i’ve forced to say. Arghh! what ever i really utterly want to say to them, scream it to their faces. doing that is better than holding it all inside and letting them just pass me but until i realize that it’s all too late. regret will conquer me. i’ll never feel more remorseful in my entire lifetime. sounds awful ei? the only way i’ll prevent this from happening in my life is if i start to live life to the fullest and see things in a different perspective. i know, this is all oh-so cliché, but it’s all just so true. i have to keep in mind that life is like a box of chocolates, i’ll never know what i gonna get. Haha. so now, this is more than just cliché, but yet again, this, too, is true. life is too unpredictable for us to let things happen just because, every moment in our life that passes by will be a memory we’ll be wanting to return to in the future. now, all i can do to go back and relive this memories is to reminisce and try to remember what i felt exactly when that moment happened. how nostalgic. well, that is life. that is reality. that’s just basically how things are.but that just me. and that's all i can be. you can say anything about me, but i am what i am. and that's something you can never be. </i></span>LEA NAWE ROBINhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15403414794936563520noreply@blogger.com0