tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200570171446630748Thu, 16 Feb 2012 19:10:16 +0000Cesky KrumlovThank youmutterDoingsQuotesGamesThat unspoken lil somethingMusingsGrrr SeriesMusicemoHome n FamilySo called politicsHappy MomentsThings I Never KnewEating placeUncategorizedLittle lettersEducationPragueMovies/SeriesMeOf me, of you, of othershttp://youmeothers.blogspot.com/noreply@blogger.com (Me)Blogger550125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200570171446630748.post-1375208608624472409Sat, 11 Feb 2012 13:30:00 +00002012-02-11T14:21:29.019ZThat unspoken lil something<atom:summary>after all, nothing seems to have changed. is it true that time and distance have made us too complacent with our current state, or is it true that our affection has slowly eluded us, or have i been pushing a lil too hard wanting to remain true to myself and keeping the harmony in place.so often i want to surge forward and adapt to the curveballs that the environment throws at me, and i want to </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/youmeothers/~3/5srFwcud1B4/after-all-nothing-seems-to-have-changed.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Me)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/youmeothers/~4/5srFwcud1B4" height="1" width="1"/></description><feedburner:origLink>http://youmeothers.blogspot.com/2012/02/after-all-nothing-seems-to-have-changed.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200570171446630748.post-7153207467690528183</guid><pubDate>Mon, 06 Feb 2012 04:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-11T14:26:38.864Z</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">That unspoken lil something</category><title /><atom:summary>something that strike a chord with me:<!--[if gte mso 9]> <![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]> Normal 0 false false false EN-GB ZH-CN X-NONE <![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]></atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/youmeothers/~3/xvvjmHxvgMg/something-that-strike-chord-with-me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Me)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/youmeothers/~4/xvvjmHxvgMg" height="1" width="1"/></description><feedburner:origLink>http://youmeothers.blogspot.com/2012/02/something-that-strike-chord-with-me.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200570171446630748.post-95247359179568894</guid><pubDate>Sun, 11 Dec 2011 22:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-12T01:34:16.498Z</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Thank you</category><title>Thank Youthank you.thank you for wanting to do the best for me.thank you for running around just to get the best for me.thank you for constantly reminding me how fortunate and blessed i am to have you.thank you for giving me a loving family.thank you again and i cant never say enough of it.http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/youmeothers/~3/m0gkGCFiEJc/thank-you.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Me)0<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/youmeothers/~4/m0gkGCFiEJc" height="1" width="1"/>http://youmeothers.blogspot.com/2011/12/thank-you.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200570171446630748.post-6040539509054292844Sun, 20 Nov 2011 14:25:00 +00002011-11-20T14:46:26.405ZThat unspoken lil somethingNote to Selfnote to self: i'm not gonna let myself to be emotionally affected by you. i'm not gonna have my tears shed because of you. not ever again.i'm gonna learn to let go. learn to let go of the memories that have trapped me inside this whole emotional mess. learn to let go of all the heart-fluttering talks and roses tinted plans of having a future together.there's enough of tears shed, enough of heart http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/youmeothers/~3/sxy4pFeXmEc/note-to-self-im-not-gonna-let-myself-to.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Me)0<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/youmeothers/~4/sxy4pFeXmEc" height="1" width="1"/>http://youmeothers.blogspot.com/2011/11/note-to-self-im-not-gonna-let-myself-to.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200570171446630748.post-6858815221319790449Sat, 15 Oct 2011 17:30:00 +00002011-10-15T18:50:05.346+01:00Thank you<atom:summary>dear sunshine, thank you for smiling back at me.dear foliage, thank you for turning into my favourite fall colour.dear post, thank you for reminding me to feel again.and dear you, thank you for saying goodnite to me.</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/youmeothers/~3/mLbDnjk-ctg/dear-sunshine-thank-you-for-smiling.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Me)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/youmeothers/~4/mLbDnjk-ctg" height="1" width="1"/></description><feedburner:origLink>http://youmeothers.blogspot.com/2011/10/dear-sunshine-thank-you-for-smiling.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200570171446630748.post-1423968579938086760</guid><pubDate>Sat, 15 Oct 2011 16:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-28T02:44:40.679+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Musings</category><title>LDRshe remembers an article that was shared by him some long time ago when things were all flowers and hearts; and she remembers exactly how it had made her smile as she was reading through the lines.love conquers all, and that distance means nothing other than a challenge - she had always believed in that. how could she have forgotten all this and the faith she once had in herself, him and them. http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/youmeothers/~3/JiXFDztzNgs/ldr.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Me)0<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/youmeothers/~4/JiXFDztzNgs" height="1" width="1"/>http://youmeothers.blogspot.com/2011/10/ldr.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200570171446630748.post-592523285324581285Fri, 07 Oct 2011 01:20:00 +00002011-10-15T18:29:07.170+01:00That unspoken lil something<atom:summary>its one of those nights again. she has been trying to shovel off that disquite feelings within her, but it just keeps coming back to haunt her. what is wrong here. could it be the song? what was the conversation about? where was the affection? where was the cool? where did this estrangement come from?there was a lot of talking in her head. there was a lot of pinging and ponging back and forth. </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/youmeothers/~3/Z6MP_h9pJSo/as-we-speak-i-start-to-wonder-i-am.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Me)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/youmeothers/~4/Z6MP_h9pJSo" height="1" width="1"/></description><feedburner:origLink>http://youmeothers.blogspot.com/2011/10/as-we-speak-i-start-to-wonder-i-am.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200570171446630748.post-2175359464146620938</guid><pubDate>Thu, 06 Oct 2011 23:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-07T02:17:38.439+01:00</atom:updated><title /><atom:summary>what has changed?</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/youmeothers/~3/nh9YTrUS-Gs/what-has-changed.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Me)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/youmeothers/~4/nh9YTrUS-Gs" height="1" width="1"/></description><feedburner:origLink>http://youmeothers.blogspot.com/2011/10/what-has-changed.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200570171446630748.post-4288894960602161791</guid><pubDate>Thu, 29 Sep 2011 16:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-29T17:20:34.904+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">That unspoken lil something</category><title>So I Guessall it takes is just a phone call.period.how silly can i still be?http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/youmeothers/~3/HU4VHLUfxpc/so-i-guess.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Me)0<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/youmeothers/~4/HU4VHLUfxpc" height="1" width="1"/>http://youmeothers.blogspot.com/2011/09/so-i-guess.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200570171446630748.post-8622381021608389287Fri, 23 Sep 2011 00:34:00 +00002011-09-26T03:40:02.908+01:00That unspoken lil somethingThe Unexpected3.30pm. i was sent the warmth of these bubbles. your unexpected hello from the other side of the world brought me back to that space of bubbles. a space without hesitation or second thoughts. a space with simple bliss and care. a space with genuinity and sincerity.do you know how surprised i was when i saw that strangely familiar number flashing on my screen. i was nervous for a swift second http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/youmeothers/~3/PCDxDdATNag/unexpected.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Me)0<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/youmeothers/~4/PCDxDdATNag" height="1" width="1"/>http://youmeothers.blogspot.com/2011/09/unexpected.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200570171446630748.post-6848088355661072121Tue, 05 Jul 2011 05:13:00 +00002011-07-07T00:31:51.196+01:00UncategorizedSo...this is how it feels like to watch the fireworks alone...http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/youmeothers/~3/mHLR5HxLT7U/so.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Me)0<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/youmeothers/~4/mHLR5HxLT7U" height="1" width="1"/>http://youmeothers.blogspot.com/2011/07/so.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200570171446630748.post-9179171039560364975Sun, 19 Jun 2011 13:12:00 +00002011-06-22T05:32:30.054+01:00That unspoken lil something<atom:summary>feelings a real funny thing.i dont even know where to begin with all that i felt since yesterday till this morning in a span of 24hours.there were so much going on in my head, scenes after scenes, fragments after fragments, questions after questions, but i couldnt really tell what they were exactly. i just know i was mentally occupied and taken over with my heart sinking into this massive </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/youmeothers/~3/r2Bjs4rDOFI/feelings-real-funny-thing.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Me)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/youmeothers/~4/r2Bjs4rDOFI" height="1" width="1"/></description><feedburner:origLink>http://youmeothers.blogspot.com/2011/06/feelings-real-funny-thing.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200570171446630748.post-7327716755447440871</guid><pubDate>Sun, 24 Apr 2011 16:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-04-26T02:24:02.517+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">That unspoken lil something</category><title>Heartstringsblue sky. golden sunshine. spring breeze.random flipping through the messages. the occasional short exchanges of texts. memories.i still remember how i felt when i hear your voice again after so long - it was a day of a lot of emotions. you've not changed a bit; the way you speak. the way you laugh. the way you'd frown. i can see your facial expression when you made that low-tone laugh. and http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/youmeothers/~3/zkLvZXJIqpg/heartstrings.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Me)0<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/youmeothers/~4/zkLvZXJIqpg" height="1" width="1"/>http://youmeothers.blogspot.com/2011/04/heartstrings.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200570171446630748.post-7929248388878786938Fri, 25 Mar 2011 01:51:00 +00002011-04-24T17:30:59.491+01:00MusicGoodbye's the Saddest WordMammaYou gave life to meTurned a baby into a ladyMammaAll you had to offerWas the promise of a lifetime of loveNow I knowThere is no otherLove like a mother's love for her childAnd I knowA love so completeSomeday must leaveMust say goodbyeGoodbye's the saddest word I'll ever hearGoodbye's the last time I will hold you nearSomeday you'll say that word and I will cryIt'll break my heart to hear youhttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/youmeothers/~3/__SgzitNFV8/goodbyes-saddest-word.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Me)0<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/youmeothers/~4/__SgzitNFV8" height="1" width="1"/>http://youmeothers.blogspot.com/2011/03/goodbyes-saddest-word.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200570171446630748.post-5255395919098251925Tue, 08 Mar 2011 21:52:00 +00002011-03-08T22:29:13.029ZThat unspoken lil somethingI Just Want It to Stopi thought i could hold it, but apparently i couldnt. it hurts. i dont want to be feeling this way. i dont want to have tears well up. i dont want to have my heart wrenched this way. i dont want to feel vulnerable.have i beeen too emotionally dependent on something that i shouldnt have. where is the old me, i miss me. i miss how i was never bothered by trivial things like this. seriously, why http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/youmeothers/~3/x1CosTBzmt8/i-just-want-it-to-stop.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Me)0<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/youmeothers/~4/x1CosTBzmt8" height="1" width="1"/>http://youmeothers.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-just-want-it-to-stop.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200570171446630748.post-4610918943593292457Sat, 12 Feb 2011 02:36:00 +00002011-02-12T15:52:51.513ZThat unspoken lil somethingMissingafter she hung up the phone, she sat there for a long time listening to the sound of silence. it is such a passively piercing sound.there're thousands of thoughts and feelings running thru her mind and body. on many levels shes angry. but on the most basic level, and the one closest to her heart, she is wistful. wistful over everything that has transpired. and wistful over what could have http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/youmeothers/~3/5taoxc3ZP4o/after-she-hung-up-phone-she-sat-there.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Me)0<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/youmeothers/~4/5taoxc3ZP4o" height="1" width="1"/>http://youmeothers.blogspot.com/2011/02/after-she-hung-up-phone-she-sat-there.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200570171446630748.post-719801927906696298Wed, 24 Nov 2010 04:49:00 +00002010-12-05T02:46:43.722ZThat unspoken lil somethingSensory Overloadtonight is a chilly nite. i wrap myself around with my newly bought throw thinking about us. the murmurs of sweet nothings. duvet cover. cobblestones. orange light. there's a long silence in the room after i hung up the phone. i miss you.i can see in my mind the shadowy contours of your body laying next to me. the rhythmic breathing. and hand holding. i want to trace your jaw line, kiss you and http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/youmeothers/~3/g5pqt9YLq_4/sensory-overload.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Me)1<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/youmeothers/~4/g5pqt9YLq_4" height="1" width="1"/>http://youmeothers.blogspot.com/2010/11/sensory-overload.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200570171446630748.post-4318390475150551578Thu, 18 Nov 2010 00:48:00 +00002011-12-19T01:19:11.425ZThat unspoken lil somethingWhat do I do with youheart wrenched. stomach's churning as i hear you speak, telling me in the softest tone ever that you're upset. but there's nothing that i could do other than feeling choked. i didnt want to tear. i didn't want to be the reason that makes you worried and upset. i didn't want to let you know how much it pains me inside knowing you're upset. but you're good. as always. you sensed it right away and http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/youmeothers/~3/6gUnuwVs9xw/what-do-i-do-with-you.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Me)2<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/youmeothers/~4/6gUnuwVs9xw" height="1" width="1"/>http://youmeothers.blogspot.com/2010/11/what-do-i-do-with-you.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200570171446630748.post-8290110797285508058Wed, 10 Nov 2010 10:44:00 +00002010-11-14T19:52:23.122ZThat unspoken lil somethingMomentsnose's still blocking. eyes heavy. but the truth is, she's never been happier. she's never had her feet swept off like this. sigh. le sigh.there are so many things she wants to say. mostly things about what she feels inside but also things that happened. yet she doesnt really know how to. she wants to talk about the moment. that moment. those moment that tingle all her senses during the http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/youmeothers/~3/C113zGdOTgM/moments.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Me)2<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/youmeothers/~4/C113zGdOTgM" height="1" width="1"/>http://youmeothers.blogspot.com/2010/11/moments.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200570171446630748.post-5598881322497367414Sat, 30 Oct 2010 11:33:00 +00002010-11-02T01:52:03.248ZThat unspoken lil somethingPost-Calla three hours phone call. an evening with butterflies in the stomach. a lot of walking-down the memory lane. she's now trapped. all thats ringing in her head an hour post-call is his voice. there's this thing in his voice. she doesnt know what it is but she remembers exactly how she was drawn to him as he speaks, just like honey bee to flowers. those eyes and that smile, sigh, she can't help but http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/youmeothers/~3/SImTn2R3gsU/post-call.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Me)0<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/youmeothers/~4/SImTn2R3gsU" height="1" width="1"/>http://youmeothers.blogspot.com/2010/10/post-call.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200570171446630748.post-3816509185721882532Tue, 05 Oct 2010 23:37:00 +00002010-10-06T13:17:35.649+01:00That unspoken lil somethingMissed Callthis is all that matters. the message. you. your voice. i have the voicemail to replay itself. you speak, i smile. thats all i need for the night.http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/youmeothers/~3/3fAXWYULEdo/missed-call.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Me)1<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/youmeothers/~4/3fAXWYULEdo" height="1" width="1"/>http://youmeothers.blogspot.com/2010/10/missed-call.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200570171446630748.post-7285294905506153475Fri, 30 Jul 2010 15:17:00 +00002010-08-19T04:02:47.614+01:00That unspoken lil somethingFor the First Time in A Long Timei feel the heat. and the fluttering in my heart. this minute, this second, as i look at you sleeping soundly next to me, i'm falling into you. i dunno how did all this started. things have morphed so quickly into something i am so scared to admit. i remembered just past couple of weeks, i told myself that this's gonna be casual, light-hearted, temporary, and i can just drop it as and when i want,http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/youmeothers/~3/Gn5VEVVZ4Do/for-first-time-in-long-time.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Me)0<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/youmeothers/~4/Gn5VEVVZ4Do" height="1" width="1"/>http://youmeothers.blogspot.com/2010/07/for-first-time-in-long-time.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200570171446630748.post-7143321966588849975Sun, 25 Apr 2010 23:46:00 +00002010-08-19T04:06:38.826+01:00That unspoken lil somethingTonight12.45amtossing and turning. heart pain. missing you. am a lost. confused. summer is pretty. and at the same time painful. flashes of memories. i don remember the scenes much, but in the strangest of ways, i remember how i felt.http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/youmeothers/~3/MZ_b14kFbJM/tonight.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Me)0<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/youmeothers/~4/MZ_b14kFbJM" height="1" width="1"/>http://youmeothers.blogspot.com/2010/04/tonight.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200570171446630748.post-2591219357035404587Thu, 04 Feb 2010 13:43:00 +00002010-07-30T16:16:52.284+01:00That unspoken lil somethingExpiry Datei meant to write this long time ago when it happened so i can remember how it was like that day. but never did until i was reminded this morning when i walked past EP. the talks reminded me of the spring. it was the best spring ever! all the lil moments we shared even it was fleeting. the chemistry. the bonds. you're once my favourite person. and i always secretly hope that you'll be the http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/youmeothers/~3/tK5QlsBapLw/expiry-date.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Me)0<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/youmeothers/~4/tK5QlsBapLw" height="1" width="1"/>http://youmeothers.blogspot.com/2010/02/expiry-date.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200570171446630748.post-413416638485133357Tue, 02 Feb 2010 11:45:00 +00002010-07-30T16:12:01.761+01:00That unspoken lil somethingSothere are still decisions to make. tickets to buy. room to enter. win some lose some. i fell in love and out of love. earned some scars along the way. spent a lot time doing things i dont know if they were good and little to no time doing the things i should be doing. its a year and a half now. so what if i cry? so what if trust is a hollow shell? so what if love is fleeting? i just cannot help http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/youmeothers/~3/k_fxrrnHmUk/so.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Me)1<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/youmeothers/~4/k_fxrrnHmUk" height="1" width="1"/>http://youmeothers.blogspot.com/2010/02/so.html