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My Heart Skip A Beatdolly dyanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17999029559309502093noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4849367395565046011.post-61280717398091528802011-04-07T05:00:00.003+08:002011-04-07T05:17:23.614+08:005 Love Poem for u and the last one from me<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9ZkIbr74DkzwHiT7zGtFjM6a6SKpUqFkcXzYdRICuFzbZh0V21mraB0ynyIvqzgB5lKHrw4EUQPX67WFXRcYq9MS2lkZ-E2dVsMyivj-vitroXzklD1_d54Le6OB3KsXJLDPaw05BN2s/s1600/hugs1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 500px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9ZkIbr74DkzwHiT7zGtFjM6a6SKpUqFkcXzYdRICuFzbZh0V21mraB0ynyIvqzgB5lKHrw4EUQPX67WFXRcYq9MS2lkZ-E2dVsMyivj-vitroXzklD1_d54Le6OB3KsXJLDPaw05BN2s/s1600/hugs1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9ZkIbr74DkzwHiT7zGtFjM6a6SKpUqFkcXzYdRICuFzbZh0V21mraB0ynyIvqzgB5lKHrw4EUQPX67WFXRcYq9MS2lkZ-E2dVsMyivj-vitroXzklD1_d54Le6OB3KsXJLDPaw05BN2s/s1600/hugs1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><span><span></span></span><br /></a><br /><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div># 1<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica; font-size: 13px; ">If I could have just one wish,<br />I would wish to wake up everyday<br />to the sound of your breath on my neck,<br />the warmth of your lips on my cheek,<br />the touch of your fingers on my skin,<br />and the feel of your heart beating with mine...<br />Knowing that I could never find that feeling<br />with anyone other than you.<br /><br />- Courtney Kuchta -</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica; font-size: 13px; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica; font-size: 13px; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica; font-size: 13px; ">#2</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica; font-size: 13px; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica; font-size: 13px; ">I wrote your name in the sky,<br />but the wind blew it away.<br />I wrote your name in the sand,<br />but the waves washed it away.<br />I wrote your name in my heart,<br />and forever it will stay.<br /><br />- Jessica Blade -</span></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica; font-size: 13px; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica; font-size: 13px; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >#3</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; ">I thought love was just a mirage of the mind,<br />it's an illusion, it's fake, impossible to find.<br />But the day I met you, I began to see,<br />that love is real, and exists in me.<br /><br />- Chris Farmer -</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; ">#4</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; ">There is a dime a dozen...<br />Then there is one in a million...<br />But baby, you are once in a lifetime.<br /><br />- Victor Rodriguez -</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; ">#5</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; ">When I wake up in the morning<br />Sunshine's falling on my skin<br />And I call you up to tell you<br />What a happy mood I'm in<br /><br />Feel the rhythm in my body<br />And sing is all I wanna do<br />I feel the day will bring me sunshine<br />for it's another day with you<br /><br />- Nikki Daniƫls -</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; ">#6</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; ">i love you B! happy one year! <3</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "><br /></span></span></div>dolly dyanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17999029559309502093noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4849367395565046011.post-84202792673930284792011-03-08T23:02:00.003+08:002011-03-08T23:24:10.596+08:00Life drawing class<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7l31n9fKQU8UUmt2EnTZlZ2szIAQf_pVkqTDBni9CdMYxgzm1KhPS9XxNtr-1ADRmn04MiM4uLn6TzzZ8LbpVVWOsGJLHdvaHftmW22jHtGZyvhWuN2WG5PsEUKnTzLFMgKzvXNc2rTUm/s1600/20110308126.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 279px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7l31n9fKQU8UUmt2EnTZlZ2szIAQf_pVkqTDBni9CdMYxgzm1KhPS9XxNtr-1ADRmn04MiM4uLn6TzzZ8LbpVVWOsGJLHdvaHftmW22jHtGZyvhWuN2WG5PsEUKnTzLFMgKzvXNc2rTUm/s400/20110308126.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581729627939623842" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhitUcRcXCDkmns3T8r5s7TCMtLKpThMy2vUyrMnr2VC9Q3KRB__ZpIMJfd1o0a16EjjyfR-ji2Ql7QqgwwZvMXzLrc-ywyOPGMx72lCwOAYVwAWpWW61nMsJwXTXeFLTDBOa_cMSYpoTYI/s1600/20110308124.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhitUcRcXCDkmns3T8r5s7TCMtLKpThMy2vUyrMnr2VC9Q3KRB__ZpIMJfd1o0a16EjjyfR-ji2Ql7QqgwwZvMXzLrc-ywyOPGMx72lCwOAYVwAWpWW61nMsJwXTXeFLTDBOa_cMSYpoTYI/s400/20110308124.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581729617255525410" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" >drawing using box bored and compressed <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; white-space: nowrap; ">charcoal</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; white-space: nowrap; "><br /></span></span></b></div>dolly dyanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17999029559309502093noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4849367395565046011.post-64873317606533858752010-11-24T19:53:00.001+08:002010-11-24T20:00:56.949+08:00Life drawing class<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6w4pCWBzmptFdcHOujKfC3ea5N-ow4AY8v2zeRATo8jpOORvPhyrVG7oWucPgYBPlBXPxoljDFneBkXLTBmugDRmMjy16SsLt_0Xl__x-2hyphenhypheneqArIVVDAdOg7M7X_WN1SraJpvEOnBGdk/s1600/DSC06878.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6w4pCWBzmptFdcHOujKfC3ea5N-ow4AY8v2zeRATo8jpOORvPhyrVG7oWucPgYBPlBXPxoljDFneBkXLTBmugDRmMjy16SsLt_0Xl__x-2hyphenhypheneqArIVVDAdOg7M7X_WN1SraJpvEOnBGdk/s400/DSC06878.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543084674301013170" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoSv7lSuv0U0YbB1mJ7VzeWBKczun3JP05fmVUUrUKkI8jXILTdE8U5uh-xC-C-jqd8Lni1RG_xIXw2dJoTN0B61InDYPFcIrn242d8t5AVuiFy5QV3F_At_Dp6ff9N1nswnTEE9Fc8o2W/s1600/DSC06879.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoSv7lSuv0U0YbB1mJ7VzeWBKczun3JP05fmVUUrUKkI8jXILTdE8U5uh-xC-C-jqd8Lni1RG_xIXw2dJoTN0B61InDYPFcIrn242d8t5AVuiFy5QV3F_At_Dp6ff9N1nswnTEE9Fc8o2W/s400/DSC06879.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543084650977015074" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b>i drawn the lily pound</b></span> </div>dolly dyanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17999029559309502093noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4849367395565046011.post-19309826705065690602010-09-24T02:39:00.002+08:002010-09-24T02:50:50.091+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-2KHsRLSOflMkqNbfDgt8Po-OhG-CdHMQcMz8lCwe0kmm_8OPfVz1ut468mN_-pTM-1S_xwBmewMZQRyLAKsycchge_LeR92JefC351Htu_W1PjdSDjUxizr17ZYhmBIGDddPMvcHpINF/s1600/complicated.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 361px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-2KHsRLSOflMkqNbfDgt8Po-OhG-CdHMQcMz8lCwe0kmm_8OPfVz1ut468mN_-pTM-1S_xwBmewMZQRyLAKsycchge_LeR92JefC351Htu_W1PjdSDjUxizr17ZYhmBIGDddPMvcHpINF/s400/complicated.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520181694204091586" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" ><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">sometimes it happy</span><br />sometimes it sad<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">sometimes good</span><br />sometimes sick<br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">i dont know maybe it</span> never gets less <span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">or</span> maybe not!</span><br /></div>dolly dyanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17999029559309502093noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4849367395565046011.post-38115396155058196432010-09-20T05:10:00.005+08:002010-09-20T05:40:07.873+08:00i'm sorry. i love you.<Center> <br> <br> <br /><b> When he said he choose love and happiness, <br />my mouth felt like can't moved to say a word.<br />He make me felt that,<br />the time that tick fast become slower, <br />the madness are gone. <br />The noice became song. <br />The fighting are never happen. <br />Ohh god I'm so thankfull that I new him.<br />Such a good man.<br />Nothing can make me change my mind.<br />I do... I do... Want to be with you!<br />I do want u to holed me. <br />I do want to change my life.<br />And I do want to be With love and happiness..<br /><H1>I love you B!</H1></b></center>dolly dyanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17999029559309502093noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4849367395565046011.post-5410301332991577952010-09-15T15:43:00.004+08:002010-09-15T16:08:15.265+08:00I FOUND LOVE<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1dVAyCqHZ_ySj0CVEzIMowriKreZR4jN8Eewv7bEAhdsWZ9ylD0pe3CHVOlhCU8sTibYY-nSW3jFgt45BxFNZXz2vUBBk7AFV2Tlw8mkK5qs3BK0khsmRCjToJKMf1KvlEa-d_zr1sEcA/s1600/IMG00062-20100726-2033.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1dVAyCqHZ_ySj0CVEzIMowriKreZR4jN8Eewv7bEAhdsWZ9ylD0pe3CHVOlhCU8sTibYY-nSW3jFgt45BxFNZXz2vUBBk7AFV2Tlw8mkK5qs3BK0khsmRCjToJKMf1KvlEa-d_zr1sEcA/s400/IMG00062-20100726-2033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517043388857856962" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">ps:/sorry did update for long time..</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">in this past 5 mouths, lots of things has happen in my life.. after the tragedy..</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">i found him.. his name is Brendan Moses. yes he is black guy.. it's been 4 mouths already we are together.. im so happy every things is change now better more then ever ..</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">xoxo</span><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3wgyznYh4DiSsXKvpVd-KI_MJMmu8e5txHuwJ42K-gFxBwXuD5hMtR3xRK2MSqvvI2EmBSVgWxXi-RMbV0Gfu_jNWUgAN4VliJw6lbKMh0rsV4gM8lnJE4JMsGjJN8DzDMIXGZNtVSnoo/s1600/IMG00062-20100726-2033.jpg"><br /></a>dolly dyanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17999029559309502093noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4849367395565046011.post-70085768868427015152010-06-07T10:40:00.001+08:002010-06-07T11:06:27.883+08:00IHATELOVE<div style="text-align: center;"><img style="width: 362px; height: 271px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3619/3309407204_e32efe2242.jpg" /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">i used to be tried of being alone..<br /> but at the time i get love i feel so emotion like sad ,<br />angry , jealous, love make me crazy..<br /> but when im so far away from my love i felt like so lonely again.<br />i hate being jealous i make me cry, and my hearts being start a small hole and if i keep remember is it's getting bigger.<br /> but when the time im not alone my hole will heal slowly..<br /> and i will feel happy..<br /> but in the time that jealous come back i will be another hole im my heart..<br /> i wish i can make that hole gone and never come again..<br />i hate love but im in love and i love him more then anyone else..<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> i hate love....</span></span><br /></div>dolly dyanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17999029559309502093noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4849367395565046011.post-66190946550833524012010-04-21T04:14:00.000+08:002010-04-21T04:38:24.710+08:00RAINBOW COLORS<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3-F75Jn7mi-9l3tyaJJcL9lIvn_DtOJ20rk5lUEUI4FbSWhulTL0daulOCPV2yiB1AbpO1AiRuutwntlVu135m_gIKwk13UHK-uVveEIXAD4oHec7yrrqdIuH8y6jwRS6dn8PTih2AGYY/s1600/1252600982_powdered_rainbow_by_xoxodaniiexoxo.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 295px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3-F75Jn7mi-9l3tyaJJcL9lIvn_DtOJ20rk5lUEUI4FbSWhulTL0daulOCPV2yiB1AbpO1AiRuutwntlVu135m_gIKwk13UHK-uVveEIXAD4oHec7yrrqdIuH8y6jwRS6dn8PTih2AGYY/s320/1252600982_powdered_rainbow_by_xoxodaniiexoxo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462319891590119330" /></a>i wish my life can just be like rainbow..<div>full of colors that have meaning of it..</div><div>the 7 colors bring you the greatest thing ever that you want.:-</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px; font-family:sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC0000;"><b>red - i wish i can change the time.. and undo my mistakes</b></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px; font-family:sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC0000;"><b><br /></b></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px; font-family:sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC0000;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: normal; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: normal; "><b>orange - i wish i'm rich..</b></span></b></span></b></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px; font-family:sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC0000;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: normal; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: normal; "><b><br /></b></span></b></span></b></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px; font-family:sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF00;"><b>yellow - i wish people can stop shitting me..</b></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px; font-family:sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF00;"><b><br /></b></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px; font-family:sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CC00;"><b>green - i wish i will be always happy..</b></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px; font-family:sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CC00;"><b><br /></b></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px; font-family:sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">blue - i wish can be more beautiful..</span></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px; font-family:sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><br /></span></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px; font-family:sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Indigo" title="Indigo" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333399;"><b>i</b></span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333399;"><b>ndigo - i wish i have the best life even in world and haven..</b></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px; font-family:sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333399;"><b><br /></b></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px; font-family:sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">violet - and i wish.. i have the greatest lover that love me no matter what happen.........</span></b></span></span></div><div><br /></div>dolly dyanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17999029559309502093noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4849367395565046011.post-7547891883886322412010-04-20T08:57:00.000+08:002010-04-20T09:11:40.960+08:00IM JUST TIRED<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLbf4Dp2BwR4KljzqVUqS6pblFtHucw2N5d5ayfi2X7cKs3W03jRUKNNhWq9LKL-rA1nERKG_zx8YcAt1XJjiWwqr2B6TZepByslb4Hpa6MIlkP8_7s5VD3T9HAYInKXUbVnWN7Zcn7BA7/s1600/tumblr_kz4akaB0wB1qzx5i0o1_500.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLbf4Dp2BwR4KljzqVUqS6pblFtHucw2N5d5ayfi2X7cKs3W03jRUKNNhWq9LKL-rA1nERKG_zx8YcAt1XJjiWwqr2B6TZepByslb4Hpa6MIlkP8_7s5VD3T9HAYInKXUbVnWN7Zcn7BA7/s400/tumblr_kz4akaB0wB1qzx5i0o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462018075997101826" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;">some time when im alone..</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;"> i felt like something is missing in my hearts</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;">i miss the feel that i been have before.. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;">the feel that made your belly got butterfly in side it.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;">the feel that can make you hearts biting fast..</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;">the feel that can me you always smile..</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;">the feel that can bring you happiness, joy.. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">i wish that felt can come again!!</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">and this time!</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">when it come's i will never gone!!</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;">until the end.. </span></div>dolly dyanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17999029559309502093noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4849367395565046011.post-24201729282889464692010-04-16T21:04:00.000+08:002010-04-16T21:28:39.895+08:00what goes around come around<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/144/383428982_2b633a4eb8.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/144/383428982_2b633a4eb8.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" >AROUND!</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">hurm.. today.. i know what is happen around me..<br />i know why people talk shit about it... where is the true??<br />i dont know why people always love to talk back??<br />somehow i felt like want to killer people coz of this shit..<br />i did say anything about you or talk shit about u..<br />u you wanted to enter in my personal life?<br />do you feel like lie is the best way to cover ur you shit?<br />do you think like pointing finger to people is good for cover up you shit??<br />for the hole my like why fake people if around me?<br />and the fake love to point at me??<br />maybe cuz im just silent does not it mean that you can hit it to my head!!<br />the reason that im silent is not that im losing!<br />you should know me.. i will wait for the right time!! and i think the time is sooner then you tough!<br />every people know what goes around come around.. soon you will get what you wanted..<br />you will get the shit back.. and at that time i just might lough about it..<br />and people saw you at that time will hate you for what you have done..<br />im have to clean up my name.. yes it's hard to bull up.. but it so easy to get it down..<br />and when it's down deeply you will feel the same thing that i felt before..<br />dont think you are so perfect but you are not.. and never be..<br />people who life in lie is people who have a sickness in the head..<br /></div><br /><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>dolly dyanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17999029559309502093noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4849367395565046011.post-68473421035999514042010-04-16T05:55:00.000+08:002010-04-16T06:23:08.776+08:00Her hearts<div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.elangelcaido.org/fotografos/bbrandt/bbrandt04.jpg"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-size:180%;" >im lost </span></a><span style="font-size:180%;">pull me up..</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;font-family:courier new;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">i cant sleep.. </span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">im keep thinking about what is happening around me..</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">what is happening to me? what will be happen? </span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">and why is it happen?</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">i got a lot of shit that happen around me.. </span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">i dont know why.. and where is it come from..</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">in this hole of April .. my phone is lost.. </span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">the blackberry phone that i get for my birthday.. </span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">the one that my mother and father gave me.. </span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">i lost my strange to study.. i did go to classes.. </span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">and i lost my best friend.. why she did text me.. </span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">why?? what happen to her??</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> why she did say hai to me at facebook or myspace.. </span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">or email me.. i dont know why.. i lost my camera nikon D40.. </span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">i dont know why is it lost the shit is just at my room.. </span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">dont know who took it from me... </span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">and the most thing i lost my self.. </span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">like i did even know my self.. what is happening to me? </span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">i lost my love.. i love my care.. i dont know why..</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> i miss all of this.. if i can change the time.. </span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">i will fix it.. i will fix what was happened.. </span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">dear my god give me a strange to pull up my self from this things that happen around me.. </span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">i made lots of people sad.. </span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">my mum.. my dad.. my sister and my friends.. </span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">maybe you see me lough, the happiness im my face.</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">but im my heart what do you know?</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">did you ever ask you self about it?</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">did you ask your hearts?</span><br /></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>dolly dyanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17999029559309502093noreply@blogger.com1