Found myself today
Oh I found myself and ran away
Something pulled me back
The voice of reason I forgot I had

All I know is you’re not here to say
What you always used to say
But it’s written in the sky tonight

So I won’t give up, no I won’t break down
Sooner than it seems life turns around
And I will be strong even if it all goes wrong
When I’m standing in the dark I’ll still believe
Someone’s watching over me

Seen that ray of light
And it’s shining on my destiny
Shining all the time and I won’t be afraid
To follow everywhere it’s taking me

All I know is yesterday is gone
And right now I belong
Took this moment to my dreams

So I won’t give up, no I won’t break down
Sooner than it seems life turns around
And I will be strong even if it all goes wrong
When I’m standing in the dark I’ll still believe
Someone’s watching over me

It doesn’t matter what people say
And it doesn’t matter how long it takes
Believe in yourself and you’ll fly high
And it only matters how true you are
Be true to yourself and follow your heart

So I won’t give up, no I won’t break down
Sooner than it seems life turns around
And I will be strong even if it all goes wrong
When I’m standing in the dark I’ll still believe

That I won’t give up, no I won’t break down
Sooner than it seems life turns around
And I will be strong even when it all goes wrong
When I’m standing in the dark I’ll still believe
That someone’s watching over, someone’s watching over
Someone’s watching over me, someone’s watching over me

I spent the whole of yesterday watching DVDs with dad and everyone else. It felt good, doing nothing but just relaxing, especially with the right people around. We watched Raise Your Voice twice, and this particular song caught my ears. If you know me well, you should know i’m not someone who always publishes song lyrics. That’s how much i can relate to this song. And I will be strong even when it all goes wrong.

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It’s interesting how the definition of friend changes over time. When I was 7 years old, my best friend was someone I’d always have recess with or someone I’d share my juice with. When I was 12 years old, my best friend was someone I could cry with after feeling embarrassed in school. At 16, my best friend was someone I could spend all night talking about our crushes and our college dreams. At 19, my best friend is someone who knows me, inside and out, even the ugliest parts of me, and still love me regardless.

(sorry. i’m using my desktop, not laptop. too lazy to take out laptop bcs i’ve neatly kept it away)

hey! yepyep, i wasn’t active on Tumblr for the past few days due to various reasons. i was trying to complete all my holiday projects and idw to be distracted by this sweet little Tumblr thing. HEH. and yah, i definitely did the right thing because yesyes it is only the 1st week of term break and i have already completed 90% of my projects. actually, the only thing left to do is wait for Hazmi to send over the navigation bar for Web Pub’s webpages, add it to my webpages and taa-daa, i’m done! Yes, IDEAS all done. FUNE e-learning and all. yeah baby, am i good or am i good?! (: (again, that was to boost my self-esteem)

and yes lovely, i am going to enjoy myself for the next 2 weeks! meet-up with good friend, i really miss talking to him and entertaining all his jokes now that he’s in AJC and i’m in SP! out with ProjCerp babes, like finally! movie with Shah, Fiq and Mich, yay! and yepyep MUSEUM with bff! YEEHA. PLUS PLUS, 3D2N KL trip tomorrow! HEEEEE. i went bowling at Chevrons on friday with tuition kids. yepyep for a first timer, i am not too bad yknow. Hahaha, lovely times spent. 

sidetrack a little, i keep having dreams of Mrt guy when i sleep each night. Oh whywhy?

Hi. My name is Nur Isyana. But, people around me have creatively developed shorter versions because they say my name is too long. Is it really that long?

nur

Although my 3 other sisters also have Nur as their first name, but each time my Dad calls out NUR, everyone just knows that he is calling for me. No one else, but me.

is

Chronologically, my Yps mates are the first to call me IS. But yes, there are people in Fhss who calls me that too, but not too many. Conclusively, when someone calls me Is, the first thing that comes to mind is Yps.

yana

There are very little people who calls me YANA. It is like a privelege to be called Yana. Don’t ask why, but i love to be called Yana which equates to why only a particular group of people calls me by that.

nana, or na

Almost all of my relatives, neighbours and all calls me NANA. But no friends call me that, it is like a rule. If you’re family, then Nana is for you. You know what i mean?

This happens all the time, when I meet new people.

Jane: Hi, my name is Jane. What is yours?

Me: My name, Isyana. Nice to meet you!

Jane: Ahh nice to meet you too, Yana!

I prefer “My name, Isyana” to “My name is Isyana”

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