Hope for the Hopeless

Bucketsfullof icecream

noreply@blogger.com (Shereen MakShukLing) — Sun, 08 Jan 2012 09:33:00 +0000

♥ how ice cream makes each day better
♥ how ice cream makes the moment sweeter
♥ how ice cream makes other people smile.

Found this cute ice cream @ Ben's general store, ice cream. :)

Storm

noreply@blogger.com (Shereen MakShukLing) — Wed, 23 Nov 2011 12:16:00 +0000

You were like a storm
That drove through my town
And I had to make sense of the
Chaos you left behind

Just give it time
Give all your heart and soul
Just give it time
Never fear, no

Man of Honor

noreply@blogger.com (Shereen MakShukLing) — Mon, 14 Nov 2011 11:23:00 +0000

I am on MC again. Yes again. Been feeling under weather quite a lot lately. :(

My birthday has passed and I am already 23, can you believe it? URGHHH, no!

Had a small celebration with ma girls, love them loads.

And guess who made this cake? :) ♥ BW.

Uphill Bliss

noreply@blogger.com (Shereen MakShukLing) — Sun, 25 Sep 2011 04:29:00 +0000

19.09.2011

We finally got the whole short holiday worked out and ready to go. It was a much needed one as me and the bf had a pretty hectic week before, so the timing was perfect for a short getaway, from the city and everyone.

Don't be surprised, this is my very FIRST TIME in Cameron, I was exhilarated and excited like a kid. :O

The sky was breathtaking when we traveled higher up, with the sun setting before us.

The air was refreshing with all the greenaries surrounding us.

Even the flowers looks prettier up here!

And also turned the bf into Superman

At the same time also, like a small kid digging into his strawberry ice cream.

Teahouses were my favorite places, can't take my eyes of the tea plants as the view was simply so soothing to the soul.

Happy annivesary! Whooo!

And this is MOSSY forest, ask me bout it and I will tell you what happened.

♥ Reen

Lights

noreply@blogger.com (Shereen MakShukLing) — Sat, 17 Sep 2011 05:03:00 +0000

All of us are watchers of the light.
I hope when all the lights are out, I could still see you shinning bright.
That is what differentiates you from the rest.

Yummers

noreply@blogger.com (Shereen MakShukLing) — Sun, 28 Aug 2011 08:26:00 +0000

Yummers! Yummers!

........... I want to learn how to bake!..................

Made of Glass

noreply@blogger.com (Shereen MakShukLing) — Sun, 14 Aug 2011 04:32:00 +0000

Skies are crying, I am watching
Catching teardrops in my hands
Only silence, as it's ending, like we never had a chance.
Do you have to make me feel like there's nothing left of me?

Happy yet unpleasant

noreply@blogger.com (Shereen MakShukLing) — Mon, 13 Jun 2011 15:37:00 +0000

I am finally back home, home sweet home for the first time I would say after many years.

Growing up as the only child, I am an exception, I don't miss home as much as what everyone expects an only child to.

In fact, I rather be free and independent. I love freedom, who doesn't? The question on whether I am capable to be independent is another story.

The trip to Singapore was bittersweet, unpleasantly happy. Do I make any sense? How could one feel unpleasant and happy at the same time?

You could, at least that is how I felt. The wedding was beautiful, the married ones were lovely, the family members were a disaster.

Often, the ugly scenes are overlooked or ignored in such events. And of course, that should be the way. However how one felt will never go away, unless it is mend, or a long time have passed.

you & me

noreply@blogger.com (Shereen MakShukLing) — Sun, 03 Apr 2011 13:11:00 +0000

Promise me
You'll always be
Happy by my side
I promise to
Sing to you
When all the music dies

Everblue

noreply@blogger.com (Shereen MakShukLing) — Sun, 20 Mar 2011 15:30:00 +0000

I have an obsession. I am obsessed to what I see; words, pictures, people, things. I want to experience them, I want to know how they feel, I want to own them. This obsession is detrimental, it is killing me inside when I can't achieve what I want.

Pictures below are from the lady boss's house.

From the Accidental,

Hello.
I am Alhambra, named for the place of my conception. Believe me. Everything is meant.

From my mother: grace under pressure; the uses of mystery; how to get what I want. From my father; how to disappear, how to not exist.

Turbulence

noreply@blogger.com (Shereen MakShukLing) — Sun, 13 Mar 2011 14:53:00 +0000

Be wild and let your spirit run free.

It feels like I am trapped in this life that is not mine to live. How do you pursue your dream if circumstances doesn't allow you to.

Do you push yourself harder? Have you?

Simply love that look of hers.

Idea for my 3rd tattoo

And I lost my watch. Was thinking of the Vabene above.

So the bf is coming bck tmr, yeay for me! :)

LOVE ETC

noreply@blogger.com (Shereen MakShukLing) — Sat, 26 Feb 2011 06:12:00 +0000

Sometime your joy is the source of your smile but sometimes your smile can be the source of your joy.

The sources of my joy ...

<3 you babes!

MISERABLE AT BEST

noreply@blogger.com (Shereen MakShukLing) — Mon, 21 Feb 2011 14:26:00 +0000

Sometimes best friends won't stay forever, they break apart, when you least expect them to be.

Another friend leaving to the UK. :(

STILL THOUGHTS

noreply@blogger.com (Shereen MakShukLing) — Tue, 15 Feb 2011 05:32:00 +0000

Here goes another CNY, the usual sessions in bestie's house in Seremban. FOOD, FOOD and more FOOD. Mahjong always completes the occasion.

May this be a better year perhaps?

SOUL DIGGER

noreply@blogger.com (Shereen MakShukLing) — Sat, 05 Feb 2011 08:27:00 +0000

I wanna stand up, I wanna let go!

ADDITIONS

noreply@blogger.com (Shereen MakShukLing) — Sat, 05 Feb 2011 07:03:00 +0000

The new addition to the family.

THE YOUNG AND THE OLD

noreply@blogger.com (Shereen MakShukLing) — Thu, 03 Feb 2011 05:01:00 +0000

Chinese New Year, a season of reunion, joy and forgiveness.

Shall we forgive and forget?
Shall we keep the good and eliminate the bad?

It is always easier said than done, but I shall try.

The past year has been a wonderful journey. The university chapter has ended, the working life has began. I am loving this turning point, although it is too early to say.

Stars and Candies.

noreply@blogger.com (Shereen MakShukLing) — Sun, 19 Dec 2010 06:15:00 +0000

Define Christmas. I can't anymore.

Accidental happiness

noreply@blogger.com (Shereen MakShukLing) — Sun, 05 Dec 2010 06:47:00 +0000

I don't need no hundred friends,I just need a few that is worthy.
I am starting to doubt the worthiness of these few.

Miss Cotton Diana F+

noreply@blogger.com (Shereen MakShukLing) — Mon, 29 Nov 2010 12:48:00 +0000

And oh behold a new journey with this new toy, Miss Cotton. :)

Unreflected Silence

noreply@blogger.com (Shereen MakShukLing) — Thu, 18 Nov 2010 15:55:00 +0000

States of the Art KL

Unspeakable.

Emotions, Motions.

What record does it play?

Define yourself. Creep.

We used to think the freeway taste like freedom

noreply@blogger.com (Shereen MakShukLing) — Sun, 14 Nov 2010 06:15:00 +0000

The what seems like a never ending journey has finally concluded, this feeling is indescribably awesome. I am glad that I made you proud at some point. Thank you dad.

Sick Of Dreaming

noreply@blogger.com (Shereen MakShukLing) — Sun, 24 Oct 2010 05:56:00 +0000

Cause I have been dreaming,
Kicking, Screaming, Hopeless and Alone
Am I breathing, no more sleeping,
weightless as a stone,
nothing is the same now
............................................................

It has been a while since I updated, work is consuming most of my time. After a long day of work, the only thing that I feel like doing is spending time with a loved one. But yet again there is always something else to attend to, friends to meet up with and obligations to fulfill. Life is jst not that simple anymore you know?

Saint is a Sinner.

noreply@blogger.com (Shereen MakShukLing) — Thu, 16 Sep 2010 07:45:00 +0000

I lie awake again, my bodies feeling paralysed
I can’t remember when
I didn’t live through this disguise
The words you said to me
They couldn’t set me free
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Emotional uproars are such killers, it gets you really high at one moment and fucking down the next. I can't explain the emotions, coping with it is a pain in the ass.

So training starts next week, a no return ticket.

THE JOY LETTER.

noreply@blogger.com (Shereen MakShukLing) — Wed, 08 Sep 2010 09:04:00 +0000

The offer letter came this morning, hard copy handed right into my hands. I was on top of the world, heart leaping with joy like how a kid got her first toy. This letter marks the beggining of my career, hence another chapter of my life, another exciting journey perphaps.

I am currently writting in the office, whilst my business manager cum senior is digging her brains out with countless paperwork, constantly sighin and whinning to herself every few seconds. The only reason I am not stressing my balls out like her is because I do not have my own ID yet thus no paperwork required. I guess my nightmare will start in a few days time since the letter has been signed and I won't be stuck with the idle status forever.