tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36938671879960972432011-11-28T08:56:38.214+08:00iesnekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01726526081018114597noreply@blogger.comBlogger51100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693867187996097243.post-5913714093598565312011-02-28T01:44:00.003+08:002011-02-28T01:51:13.599+08:00I need to control my temper to find the calm in the storm.<div><br /></div><div>I need to speak my mind without trampling other people's feelings.</div><div><br /></div><div>I need to listen with my heart not just my mind.</div><div><br /></div><div>I need to share the joys in my life with those less fortunate.</div><div><br /></div><div>I need to hold on to every moment for future memories.</div><div><br /></div><div>I need to be humble in order to allow the arrogance of others not to affect me.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I am ambitious. I am imperfect. </div><div><br /></div><div>And I will damn well do it all, and do it all well.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693867187996097243-591371409359856531?l=iesnek.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>iesnekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01726526081018114597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693867187996097243.post-58344969155787154822011-02-21T14:09:00.005+08:002011-02-21T14:22:39.365+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V7nkr4m7DyU/TWIESp4grMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/qj1-k1-2ZhQ/s1600/Liebehund.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V7nkr4m7DyU/TWIESp4grMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/qj1-k1-2ZhQ/s320/Liebehund.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576024007165127874" /></a><br /><div>Meet Suki.</div><br /><div>She's a mischievous Brit-American Cocker Spaniel.</div><br /><div>She's badly toilet trained, ignores commands and also sticks her nose into people's crotches.</div><br /><div>But she's also the most wonderful dog to come home to, as far as I'm concerned.</div><br /><div>And if you didn't know, her name means 'Love' in Japanese.<br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Which is what she gives to our family. Total, unconditional love which always puts a smile on our faces.</div><br /><div>Idiot daddy no.1 sayangs you to the max, Suki. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693867187996097243-5834496915578715482?l=iesnek.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>iesnekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01726526081018114597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693867187996097243.post-88648973850592723202011-01-25T21:37:00.003+08:002011-01-25T21:47:46.446+08:00I always said that I believed that in this Life, one is entitled to 3 Great Loves.<div><ul><li>The One Who Loves You The Most.</li><li>The One Who Your Love The Most.</li><li>The One You Love For All Of Your Life</li></ul></div><div><br /></div><div>Each of them takes a piece of your heart with them. Could they be anyone, or possibly.. anything?</div><div><br /></div><div>Yet I feel that I have already met 2 of the 3? As for the remaining 1, I'm saving for my flesh and blood.</div><div><br /></div><div>Don't get me wrong. I have more than enough of my heart to spare! But I truly feel that I can only offer that final facet of me to a child of my own. =)</div><div><br /></div><div>And if <i>you</i> are reading this, thanks for teaching me the lesson and for the wonderful 3 years. </div><div><br /></div><div>If you're fortunate, you will never see me again. </div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693867187996097243-8864897385059272320?l=iesnek.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>iesnekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01726526081018114597noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693867187996097243.post-76028718363240459922011-01-02T23:26:00.003+08:002011-01-02T23:30:47.323+08:00Imagine fighting so hard for 3 years to be in a relationship with someone. <div><br /></div><div>Then one day waking up wondering if you'd both truly been yourselves during the whole damn affair.</div><div><br /></div><div>It doesn't sit well on the stomach. </div><div><br /></div><div>But it's best to put these doubts and questions back into a place where they belong. In your memories, which you'll inevitably forget.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693867187996097243-7602871836324045992?l=iesnek.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>iesnekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01726526081018114597noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693867187996097243.post-12019300491183615982010-06-22T22:52:00.001+08:002010-06-22T22:52:46.634+08:00Again. <div><br /></div><div>Another try.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693867187996097243-1201930049118361598?l=iesnek.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>iesnekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01726526081018114597noreply@blogger.com0