Someone Like You Is Such A Sad Song

I hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited,

But I couldn't stay away, I couldn't fight it.
I'd hoped you'd see my face & that you'd be reminded,
That for me, it isn't over

Nevermind, I'll find someone like you.
I wish nothing but the best for you too.
Don't forget me, I beg, I remember you said:-
"Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead", yay.

Nothing compares, no worries or cares.
Regret's and mistakes they're memories made.
Who would have known how bittersweet this would taste?

Nevermind, I'll find someone like you.
I wish nothing but the best for you too.
Don't forget me, I beg, I remembered you said:-
"Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead"

Nevermind, I'll find someone like you.
I wish nothing but the best for you too.
Don't forget me, I beg, I remembered you said:-
"Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead"
Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead, yay yeh yeah

"I"

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"Most people are so stuck in their egos that everything revolves around ME Me ME and more ME. But if you want to be rich in the truest sense of the word, it can't only be about you. It has to include adding value to other people's lives"

~T. Harv Eker~

-last night, she lay in her bed and she pretend not to hear it-

15 miscalled, 6 sms. She have a big EGO! She probably won't answer his call.

24 hours later:

She still lay in her bad and thinking, should she call him first and say sorry because she didn't answer her phone when he called last night and don't reply his text. She know he is still waiting for her, he want an explanation, he might wondering why, this time what was his fault? And there she, bella is writing her new blog entry.

Just because of big ego, I "tak layan him" Hahahah! Is it such a bad thing? I mean EGO? Some people said "having ego is bad, get rid of it!" So what is EGO? It means "I" it's the latin(greek) pronoun for "I". We as a human create our own ego in our mind not God. Ego is a character we play in our daily life. It is our identity or "whodoyouthinkyouare". In the end it is probably the question to "whoami". Having an ego is normal nothing wrong with that...it is not the real us.It is just an illusion of our mind. Ego is the human soul wrapped in mental matter and separated #justsaying

so if 'ego' is the problem, what is the solution?

PS: Maybe we should not get rid of it. Just observe it.

That way we can separate "I" from the e to the g to the o.

Xoxo:bella

Bookworm.Adventures?

Dear silent reader(s);

You've probably noticed that I am not blogging as regularly as I once did and I'm taking a long hiatus from blogging. It could be a day, week or month. I realized that lately I've no stories to be told.Wordless.I don't know yet how long. I do know that thing are busy at work and I must achieved my September personal goals to become someone who.......

#spends a great deal of time reading.

So here is what I am reading at present. Yes I do usually bought 2-3 books at once so that I can enjoy variety of writing styles. Then whatever my mood for I pick up particular book and ...... read away :-)

ps: I hope I can back as fast as I can

love:bella

Gossip!

I really don’t know what is wrong with me lately. I am acting strange. I am avoiding those people who are trying to get involved with my personal life, even my own friend. I have a friend, last time, we used to text each other like 24/7 but now when he texted me I ignored him. I admit I am running away from him. Honestly my feeling toward him is ZERO! Empty. If you ask me who is the person I wish I never meet in my life, my answer to your question is HIM. The more I know about him the less I care. He's driving me crazy. Personally, I think there is no chemistry between me and HIM. But I felt guilty cuz I treat HIM this way, what else I can do? I try to save our friendship; I try to find a reason why I am suddenly acting like this. Am I changing?

First stage of friendship as usual we are dying to know each other. We curious! We want to know his/her background, his/her career, his/her lifestyle and so on. Next after we know about “the basic” of that person, we will move on to the next stage which is we try to be a close friend, sadly few month later, it seems like there is no spark in our friendship, no more butterflies in my stomach. Our friendships become pretty boring.

When he talked to me, I replied erm….yeah..ok..hah what? I am indifferent. I started to hang out with other friends. I guess what make me running away from him just because of his attitudes, really annoying. He is TOO MUCH INFORMATION guy. When he talked, he doesn’t know the limit. He’s always bad-mouthing his/her ________ (secret). I hate it when he starts spreading juicy gossip even if it is true or not. Like if the gossip is really true, I don’t care I don’t want to get involved with other people business.

I tell you the truth, it very difficult for me to befriend with people who has this kind of attitude. *sigh* but no matter how much he annoy me I never hate him, I know nobody perfect, I am not perfect, I hope one day I have a courage to tell him if he still want to be my friends he have to change. My final piece of advise is it takes time for a person to develop a new habit. I know because I’ve been there done that. Last time, when I was a teenager, I loved to gossip but now when someone approached me and ask/tell me if I know “hey Bella do you know (someone name) bla bla bla?” I will tell him/her “OoooO” and I will avoid him/her in the first place. Remember, gossip is one awful waste of time, nothing productive is ever achieved as a result of spreading, or listening to gossip. People who spend their time finding fault or gossiping about others, are certainly not the kind of people I wanted to be friend with. I always believe that those who gossip to me may also gossip about me. So what is the moral of the story? If you can’t say anything positive about someone, don’t say anything.

PS: dear readers now do you know what it takes to be bella friend?

Xoxo:bella

The Makai Trip

So yeah it was my last day in Miri on the 21082011. My second trip to Miri was EXTREMELY WONDERFUL! Before I'm going back to Bintulu, my friends and I went to "rumah asap" @ Smokehouse,Emart,Tudan in search of sinfully delicious food.....

The "makai" trip buddies

Hacking P galaxy tab while waiting for .......

Gossip Girl la tek....

extremely excited and.......still waiting...and

finally taddaaaa....let me officially present to you PORKY!!!

I love Pork

What is the first thing you do when you arrive?

Once you arrive, you can choose which stall you want to go, then you can choose which pork part satisfy you the most. Take example, head, blade shoulder, arm shoulder, loin, spare ribs, side, and butt end.

om nom nom nom

All picture above are courtesy of Pewee

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Anyway, It was a lovely, fun filled evening.

ps: tempted yet?

love:bella

Story.Of.A.Little.Boy

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On the last day before Christmas, I hurried to go to the supermarket to buy the remaining of the gift that I didn't manage to buy earlier. When I saw all the people over there, I started to complain to myselft: "It is going to take forever here and I still have so many other places to go...Chrismas really is getting more and more annoying every year. How I wish I could just lie down, go to sleep and only wake up after it..." Nonetheless, I made my way to toy section, and there I started to curse the prices, wondering if after all kids really play with such expensive toys. While looking in the toy section, I noticed a small boy of about 5 years old, pressing a doll against his chest. He kept on touching the hair of the doll and looked so sad. I wondered who was this doll for. Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: "Granny, are you sure I don't have enough money?" The old lady replied: "You know it that you don't have enough money to buy this doll, my dear." Then she asked him to stay here for 5 minutes while she went to look around. She left quickly. The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.

Finally, I started to walk toward him and I asked him who did he want to give this doll to. "It is the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for this Christmas. She was so sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her."I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus will bring it to her, after all, and not to worry. But he replied to me sadly. "No, Santa Claus can not bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mother so that she can give it to her when she goes there." His eyes were so sad while saying this. "My sister has gone to be with God. Daddy say that Mummy will also go to see God very soon, so I thought that she could bring the doll with her to give it to my sister" My heart nearly stopped. The little boy looked up at me and said: "I told daddy to tell mummy not to go yet. I asked him to wait until I come back from the supermarket" Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me: 'I also want mummy to take this photo with her so that she will not forget me. I love my mummy and I wish she doesn't have to leave me but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister" Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly.

I quickly reached for my wallet and took a few notes and said to the boy "What if we checked again, just in case if u have enough money?""Ok" he said. "I hope that I have enough."I added some of my money to his without him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll, and even some spare money.The little boy said: "Thank you God for giving me enough money"Then he looked at me and added: "I asked yesterday before I slept for God to make sureI have enough money to buy this doll so that mummy can give it to my sister. He heard me.""I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mummy, but I didn't dare to ask God too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and the white rose. You know, my mummy loves white rose"

A few minutes later, the old lady came again and I left with my trolley. I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started. I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind. Then I remembered a local newspaper article 2 days ago, which mentioned of a drunk man in a truck who hit a car where there was one young lady and a little girl. The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-assisting machine, because the young lady would not be able to get out of the coma.Was this the family of the little boy?

Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the newspaper that the young lady had passed away. I couldn't stop myself and went to buy a bunch of white roses and I went to the mortuary where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wish before burial. She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest. I left the place crying, feeling that my life had been changed forever. The love that this little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to that day, hard to imagine. And in a fraction of a second, a drunken man had taken all this away from him.

PS: I recently received an e-mail from my friend with a very heart touching story and I wanted to share it with my reader/s. This story make almost make me want to cry and happy..most importantly this story giving a lesson to us. Thank you for sharing this story with me K.

love:bella

Robert's Got A Quick Hand

I heard this song last week. When I was in the middle of traffic jammed. What else I can say, I freaking love this song. The beat stuck inside my head. This song remind me of MGMT! Two thumbs up!