tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-193580782011-04-21T11:24:31.134-07:00losthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03747005755514045853noreply@blogger.comBlogger61100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19358078.post-1139929085810859672006-02-14T06:53:00.000-08:002006-02-14T07:00:31.013-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3202/1914/1600/us%20copy.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 311px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3202/1914/320/us%20copy.jpg" width="390" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">happy valentine's day ...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">to our memories ...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">to our past ...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">to us ...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">2006</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19358078-113992908581085967?l=vivaciousness-elapsed.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>losthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03747005755514045853noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19358078.post-1139928496207070092006-02-14T06:20:00.000-08:002006-02-14T06:48:18.103-08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3202/1914/1600/DSC06552.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3202/1914/200/DSC06552.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#33cc00;">danework was fun. </span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"> but of no competition. </span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"> hoping to enter finals but did bad for 2 other categories.<br /> but at least had fun with my dancers.</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"> it feels good man dancing.</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"> lovin the ali baba song.</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"> now adicted to it.</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"> freestylers ...</span><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3202/1914/1600/DSC06596.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3202/1914/200/DSC06596.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><p align="left"><span style="color:#ffffff;">me and ikhwan. </span></p><p align="left"><span style="color:#ffffff;">snapshot by 1 of the morons!</span></p><p align="left"><span style="color:#ffffff;">but i like it tho.</span></p><p align="left"><span style="color:#ffffff;">thanks to ikhwan for carying my bag.</span> </p><p align="left"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3202/1914/1600/DSC06605.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3202/1914/200/DSC06605.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#ff9900;"> hands of the moron 5.</span></p><p align="left"><span style="color:#ff9900;"> just the greatest bunch oh humans on earth.</span></p><p align="left"><span style="color:#ff9900;"> had the best time that night with them.</span></p><p align="left"><span style="color:#ff9900;"> damn chaotic but we had plenty of luffin and singing sessions.</span></p><p align="left"><span style="color:#ff9900;"> top: me, samantha, ikhwan, hyder and syiqa's</span></p><p align="left"><span style="color:#ff9900;"> loving you moronic humanes ...</span></p><p align="left"> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19358078-113992849620707009?l=vivaciousness-elapsed.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>losthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03747005755514045853noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19358078.post-1138892215778751642006-02-02T06:40:00.000-08:002006-02-02T07:02:00.840-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3202/1914/1600/pic%20per%20copy.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3202/1914/320/pic%20per%20copy.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3202/1914/1600/edit6%20copy.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3202/1914/320/edit6%20copy.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">was i invisible?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">did you not see me?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">were you afraid of reality?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">of us being you and me?</span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">i was there,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">hopin you would say the least a hi,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">but i was like not there,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">and not even a bye.</span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">thus hurt i felt,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">as if i was no one,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">anger was left,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">and you never turned once.</span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">did i even exist?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">do i have the power of invisibility?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">do you even know i exist?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">or was it just plain dramatic?</span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19358078-113889221577875164?l=vivaciousness-elapsed.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>losthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03747005755514045853noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19358078.post-1135970717793181072005-12-30T11:06:00.000-08:002005-12-30T11:25:17.806-08:00<p align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1332/358/1600/DSC05097.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1332/358/200/DSC05097.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1332/358/1600/DSC05097.jpg"></a></p><div align="center"><br /> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1332/358/1600/DSC05097.jpg"></a> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1332/358/1600/DSC05097.jpg"></a> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="left"><span style="color:#ff0000;">when i walked off</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#ff0000;">i wonder how you felt</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#ff0000;">i wonder what you thought</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#ff0000;">i felt little as a dwarf</span></div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"><span style="color:#ffffff;">anger surged up in me</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#ffffff;">waiting for the right time</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#ffffff;">to burst out of me</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#ffffff;">and let you feel the pain of me</span></div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"><span style="color:#ff0000;">things have changed</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#ff0000;">and we've become friends</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#ff0000;">hope this would never change</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#ff0000;">nor blossom into another fiend</span></div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1332/358/1600/DSC05615.0.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1332/358/200/DSC05615.0.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">the <span style="color:#cc33cc;">sadness</span></div><div align="left">the <span style="color:#ff6666;">anger</span></div><div align="left">the <span style="color:#66ff99;">bitterness</span></div><div align="left">the<span style="color:#ffcc66;"> forlorn</span></div><div align="left">the <span style="color:#33ccff;">downcast</span></div><div align="left">the <span style="color:#ffff99;">morbid</span></div><div align="left">the <span style="color:#ff99ff;">somber</span></div><div align="left">the <span style="color:#ffcc99;">morose</span></div><div align="left"> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19358078-113597071779318107?l=vivaciousness-elapsed.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>losthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03747005755514045853noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19358078.post-1134484314107116992005-12-13T06:20:00.000-08:002005-12-13T06:31:54.120-08:00<p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"><strong>eyes tat tells story</strong></span></p><p align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3202/1914/1600/DSC05354.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3202/1914/320/DSC05354.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#cc66cc;">the chalet</span><br /></p><p align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3202/1914/1600/DSC05167.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3202/1914/200/DSC05167.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc66cc;">the night</span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff99ff;">behind those eyes</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff99ff;">lay the pain</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff99ff;">the happiness</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff99ff;">and the insane</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff99ff;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff99ff;">full of angst</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff99ff;"> pure with sweetness</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff99ff;">how ironic</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff99ff;">it can jus be</span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">within those eyes</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff99ff;">lies me </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff99ff;">within my soul</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff99ff;">it's me</span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffccff;">... zunah ...</span></div><div align="center"> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19358078-113448431410711699?l=vivaciousness-elapsed.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>losthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03747005755514045853noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19358078.post-1133187942684619402005-11-28T06:14:00.000-08:002005-11-28T06:25:42.696-08:00<div align="center"> <img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 138px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 105px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="234" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3202/1914/320/DSC03662.jpg" width="230" border="0" /><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">smitten</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">maybe i was just too smitten</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">all the love was a lie</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">and my soul was bitten</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">until i can't stand and i cry</span></strong></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"><strong>the door to my love is closed</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;"><strong>to your love that was just meanwhile</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;"><strong>all that happened was just a pose</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;"><strong>for the love that last for awhile</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;"><strong>indecisive you were</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;"><strong>to the step you take</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;"><strong>maybe all the love</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;"><strong>was juat as fake</strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">***</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19358078-113318794268461940?l=vivaciousness-elapsed.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>losthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03747005755514045853noreply@blogger.com0