tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-96152612012-02-17T02:00:28.333+01:00bittersweet symphoniesdanielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935083277995619369noreply@blogger.comBlogger2721100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9615261.post-23652267951250069522009-01-05T15:24:00.001+01:002009-01-05T15:25:39.898+01:00quit hoping for the river to come<br />fold before you burn<br /><br />poker on life table<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9615261-2365226795125006952?l=aulait.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935083277995619369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9615261.post-5093350878679184342009-01-05T15:22:00.000+01:002009-01-05T15:23:34.749+01:00takes a lot of work yo<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9615261-509335087867918434?l=aulait.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935083277995619369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9615261.post-87118999898389513992009-01-05T15:19:00.002+01:002009-01-05T15:22:25.910+01:00what you don't know, will not hurt you<br />ignorance is blister<br />waiting to be popped<br /><br />white lies<br />color of my life now<br /><br />keep it real<br />keep it frozen close<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9615261-8711899989838951399?l=aulait.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935083277995619369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9615261.post-74977930021620535322008-11-21T05:54:00.002+01:002008-11-21T05:56:56.520+01:00i want it now<br />i am not ready to give up romance<br /><br />it is shit to have my cake<br />and not eating it<br /><br />i dont want to be sisters<br />i want to be lovers<br /><br />f*ck me already!<br />caused i am f*cked!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9615261-7497793002162053532?l=aulait.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935083277995619369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9615261.post-80374840224986858602008-11-21T05:48:00.003+01:002008-11-21T05:54:17.144+01:00remember when we... <br />remember when we got drunk and... <br />blablabla bla....blah<br />so sick and bored of all the same drunk stories...dark places,,,<br />high stories... how all were so cool and blah...<br />all the chics are so into me<br />and i f*ck them all...<br />u....and i wake up not remembering her....<br /><br />why don't we<br />talk about tomorrow<br />instead of yesterdays<br /><br />get high NOW and <br />stop talking bout the past already!<br /><br />let's go party<br />FOR REAL!<br /><br />cause I AM HERE!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9615261-8037484022498685860?l=aulait.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935083277995619369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9615261.post-84672222626874638152008-11-21T05:46:00.000+01:002008-11-21T05:47:03.609+01:00We walked arm in arm <br />But I didn't feel his touch <br />The desire I'd first tried to hide <br />That tingling inside was gone <br /><br />And when he asked me <br />“Do you still love me” <br />I had to look away <br />I didn't want to tell him <br />That my heart grows colder with each day <br /><br />When you've loved so long <br />That the thrill is gone <br />And your kisses at night <br />Are replaced with tears <br /><br />And when your dreams are on <br />A train to train-wreck town <br />Then I ask you now <br />What's a girl to do <br /><br />He said he'd take me away <br />Find More lyrics at www.sweetslyrics.com<br />That we'd work things out <br />And I didn't want to tell him <br />But it was then I had to say <br /><br />Over the times we've shared <br />It's all blackened out <br />And my bat lightning heart <br />Wants to fly away <br /><br />When you've loved so long <br />That the thrill is gone <br />And your kisses at night <br />Are replaced with tears <br /><br />And when your dreams are on <br />A train to train-wreck town <br />Then I ask you now <br />What's a girl to do <br /><br />What's a girl to do <br />What's a girl to do <br />What's a girl to do<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9615261-8467222262687463815?l=aulait.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935083277995619369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9615261.post-65318729191834468772008-09-09T18:42:00.000+02:002008-09-09T18:43:27.500+02:00You only hold me when I sleep<br />I was meant to tread the water<br />But now I've gotten in too deep<br />For every piece of me that wants you<br />Another piece backs away...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9615261-6531872919183446877?l=aulait.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935083277995619369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9615261.post-18136253668081020832008-09-02T17:29:00.001+02:002008-09-02T17:31:44.137+02:00我们的开始<br />our beginning<br />是很长的电影<br />is a very long movie<br />放映了三年<br />three years long on show<br />我票都还留着<br />I still keep my ticket<br />冰上的芭蕾<br />ballet on frozen ice<br />脑海中还在旋转<br />still replaying on my mind<br />望着你　慢慢忘记你<br />gazing at you... slowly forgetting you<br />朦胧的时间　<br />the hazy time<br />我们溜了多远<br />how long have we glided<br />冰刀划的 圈<br />blades cutting marks on ice<br />圈起了谁改变<br />who shall erase<br />如果再重来<br />if it is replayed<br />会不会稍嫌狼狈<br />will it be difficult<br />爱是不是不开口才珍贵<br />love, is it when unspoken most precious?<br /><br />再给我两分钟　<br />give me another 2 minutes<br />让我把记忆结成冰<br />let me froze the memory<br />别融化了眼泪　<br />don't let it melt into tears<br />你妆都花了要我怎么记得<br />how can i remember when it is all a blur<br />记得你叫我忘了吧　<br />remember you ask me to forget<br />记得你叫我忘了吧<br />remember you ask me to forget<br />你说你会哭<br />you said you would cry<br />不是因为在乎<br />not because you care...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9615261-1813625366808102083?l=aulait.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935083277995619369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9615261.post-75544572764020426302008-08-27T09:13:00.002+02:002008-08-27T09:20:44.728+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BiM55zP34JA/SLT_cnJohxI/AAAAAAAAABs/YnyXpEi8s0g/s1600-h/ATT00087.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BiM55zP34JA/SLT_cnJohxI/AAAAAAAAABs/YnyXpEi8s0g/s400/ATT00087.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239093133549537042" /></a><br /><br />Chen Siew Cheng<br />Tel : (02)23708099<br />Fax : (02)25507098.<br />Please forward to the person who has AB blood type of bone marrow and hope everybody will forward the message to your friends so that they can have the opportunity to find the 'right person' to help. <br /><br />The success rate maybe very slim, that's why we used the blog hoping to find the right person. It may not be the smart method, but to us, this is final chance. <br /><br />To the family member of the leukaemia (blood cancer) patient, every second count. We anxiously need a AB blood type of person to donate his/her bone marrow, and although it only have very little chance to match, but we still have hope for it. Because of your loving kindness to pass the mail along, she may stand a chance to recover. <br /><br />So, please put a little effort, the little girl may have chance to live because of you. <br />Thank you very much and a thousand words cannot express our appreciation. <br /><br />Lim Seong Boon <br />Seremban, Malaysia<br />012-6083783<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9615261-7554457276402042630?l=aulait.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935083277995619369noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9615261.post-90628192584417248422008-08-27T09:07:00.000+02:002008-08-27T09:08:34.029+02:00Here comes the rain again<br />Falling on my head like a memory<br />Falling on my head like a new emotion<br />I want to walk in the open wind<br />I want to talk like lovers do<br />I want to dive into your ocean<br />Is it raining with you<br /><br />So baby talk to me<br />Like lovers do<br />Walk with me<br />Like lovers do<br />Talk to me<br />Like lovers do<br /><br />Here comes the rain again<br />Raining in my head like a tragedy<br />Tearing me apart like a new emotion<br /><br />I want to breathe in the open wind<br />I want to kiss like lovers do<br />I want to dive into your ocean<br />Is it raining with you<br /><br />So baby talk to me<br />Like lovers do<br /><br />Here comes the rain again<br />Falling on my head like a memory<br />Falling on my head like a new emotion<br />(here it comes again, here it comes again)<br />I want to walk in the open wind<br />I want to talk like lovers do<br />I want dive into your ocean<br />Is it raining with you<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9615261-9062819258441724842?l=aulait.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935083277995619369noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9615261.post-9985515917894135932008-08-14T14:27:00.001+02:002008-08-14T14:39:35.990+02:00I dig my toes into the sand<br />The ocean looks like a thousand diamonds<br />Strewn across a blue blanket<br />I lean against the wind<br />Pretend that I am weightless<br />And in this moment I am happy...happy<br /><br />I wish you were here<br />I wish you were here<br />I wish you were here<br />I wish you were here<br /><br />I lay my head onto the sand<br />The sky resembles a backlit canopy<br />With holes punched in it<br />I'm counting UFOs<br />I signal them with my lighter<br />And in this moment I am happy...happy<br /><br />I wish you were here<br />I wish you were here<br />I wish you were here<br />Wish you were here<br /><br />The world's a roller coaster<br />And I am not strapped in<br />Maybe I should hold with care<br />But my hands are busy in the air saying:<br /><br />I wish you were here<br />I wish you were<br /><br />I wish you were here<br />I wish you were here<br />I wish you were here<br />Wish you were here<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9615261-998551591789413593?l=aulait.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935083277995619369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9615261.post-63029930296391271362008-08-14T14:25:00.000+02:002008-08-14T14:27:10.913+02:00So, so you think you can tell <br />Heaven from Hell, <br />Blue skys from pain. <br />Can you tell a green field <br />From a cold steel rail? <br />A smile from a veil? <br />Do you think you can tell?<br /><br />And did they get you to trade <br />Your heros for ghosts? <br />Hot ashes for trees? <br />Hot air for a cool breeze? <br />Cold comfort for change? <br />And did you exchange <br />A walk on part in the war <br />For a lead role in a cage?<br /><br />How I wish, how I wish you were here. <br />We’re just two lost souls <br />Swimming in a fish bowl, <br />Year after year, <br />Running over the same old ground. <br />What have we found? <br />The same old fears. <br />Wish you were here.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9615261-6302993029639127136?l=aulait.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935083277995619369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9615261.post-90723844376043844242008-08-11T22:07:00.003+02:002008-08-11T22:11:22.253+02:00however bad or meaningless a moment<br /><br />when we look back someday<br /><br />something always bring a smile<br /><br /><br /><br />promise me<br /><br />we shall enjoy every moment present<br /><br />every seconds of attachment<br /><br />cherished as chapters of our life<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9615261-9072384437604384424?l=aulait.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935083277995619369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9615261.post-42472880209058798482008-08-11T22:04:00.002+02:002008-08-11T22:07:08.597+02:00our mind is made up of possibilities of opportunities for us to explore<br /><br />when it is time, we shall see it<br /><br />it is the game of connecting the dots<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9615261-4247288020905879848?l=aulait.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935083277995619369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9615261.post-91644366629420282572008-08-11T22:02:00.003+02:002008-08-11T22:03:57.894+02:00daniela pavone<br />daniela pavone<br />daniela pavone<br />daniela pavone<br />daniela pavone<br />daniela pavone<br />daniela pavone<br />daniela pavone<br />daniela pavone<br />daniela pavone<br />daniela pavone<br />daniela pavone<br />daniela pavone<br />daniela pavone<br />daniela pavone<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9615261-9164436662942028257?l=aulait.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935083277995619369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9615261.post-77773321564574182032008-08-11T22:02:00.001+02:002008-08-11T22:02:46.014+02:00the more you know the less you don't know<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9615261-7777332156457418203?l=aulait.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935083277995619369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9615261.post-21973250346647324482008-08-11T21:42:00.001+02:002008-08-14T14:38:50.299+02:00I love you <br />but i gotta stay true <br />my morals got me on my knees <br />I'm begging please stop playing games <br /><br />I don't know what this is <br />cos you got me good <br />just like you knew you would <br /><br />I don't know what you do <br />but you do it well <br />I’m under your spell <br /> <br />You got me begging you for mercy <br />why won't you release me <br />you got me begging you for mercy <br />why won't you release me <br />I said release me <br /><br />Now you think that I <br />will be something on the side <br />but you got to understand <br />that i need a man <br />who can take my hand yes i do <br /><br />I don't know what this is <br />but you got me good <br />just like you knew you would <br /><br />I don't know what you do <br />but you do it well <br />I’m under your spell <br /><br />You got me begging you for mercy <br />why wont you release me <br />you got me begging you for mercy <br />why wont you release me <br />I said you’d better release yeah yeah yeah <br /><br />I'm begging you for mercy <br />yes why wont you release me <br />I'm begging you for mercy <br /><br />you got me begging <br />you got me begging <br />you got me begging <br /><br />Mercy, why wont you release me <br />I'm begging you for mercy <br />why wont you release me <br /><br />you got me begging you for mercy <br />I'm begging you for mercy <br />I'm begging you for mercy <br />I'm begging you for mercy <br />I'm begging you for mercy <br /><br />Why wont you release me<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9615261-2197325034664732448?l=aulait.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935083277995619369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9615261.post-86007300932860900492008-08-11T20:03:00.005+02:002008-08-11T20:10:35.985+02:00When I get to London Avenue... <br />Meet me by the entrance of the tube. <br />We can talk things over, a little time... <br />Promise me you won't step outta line. <br /><br />When I get to london Avenue... <br />Please drop the past and be true. <br />Don't think we're okay, just because I'm here... <br />You hurt me bad, but I won't shed a tear. <br /><br />I'm leaving you for the last time baby... <br />You think you're loving but you don't love me. <br />I've been confused outta’ my mind lately... <br />You think you're loving but I want to be free. <br />Baby you've hurt me. <br /><br />When I get to London Avenue... <br />We'll spend an hour, but no more than two. <br />Our only chance to speak, once more... <br />I showed you the answers, now here's the door. <br /><br />When I get to London Avenue... <br />I'll tell you baby, that we're through. <br /><br />I'm leaving you for the last time baby... <br />You think you're loving but you don't love me. <br />I've been confused outta’ my mind lately... <br />You think you're loving but you don't love me. <br />I want to be free, baby you've hurt me. <br /><br />All those days spent together, I wished for better, <br />But I didn't want the train to come. <br />Now it's departed, <br />I'm broken hearted, seems like we never started. <br />All the days spent together, when I wished for better, <br />And I didn't want the train to come <br /><br />You think you're loving but you don't love me. <br />I want to be free, baby you've hurt me. <br />You don't love me, <br />I want to be free, <br />Baby you've hurt me.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9615261-8600730093286090049?l=aulait.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935083277995619369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9615261.post-57221275766539124572008-08-11T20:00:00.001+02:002008-08-14T14:40:09.938+02:00For you I was a flame<br />Love is a losing game<br />Five story fire as you came<br />Love is a losing game<br /><br />One I wish I never played<br />Oh what a match we made<br />And now the final frame<br />Love is a losing game<br /><br />Played out by the band<br />Love is a losing hand<br />More than I could stand<br />Love is a losing hand<br /><br />Self professed... profound<br />Till the chips were down<br />...know you're a gambling man<br />Love is a losing hand<br /><br />Though I'm rather blind<br />Love is a fate resigned<br />Memories march my mind<br />Love is a fate resigned<br /><br />Over futile odds<br />And laughed at by the gods<br />And now the final frame<br />Love is a losing game<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9615261-5722127576653912457?l=aulait.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935083277995619369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9615261.post-74157495473972889742008-07-23T13:15:00.002+02:002008-07-23T13:20:58.717+02:00it is not the kiss<br />it is the desire to be kissed<br /><br />it is not the hug<br />it is the longing to be together<br /><br />it is not the acquaintance<br />it is the seeing eye to eye<br /><br />it is not the wait<br />it is counting seconds to the next embrace<br /><br />it is not losing control<br />it is taking control of destiny<br />and yet letting her roll<br />naturally<br /><br />so... what the f*ck have you done lately?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9615261-7415749547397288974?l=aulait.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935083277995619369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9615261.post-48168944807561239572008-07-22T15:25:00.001+02:002008-07-22T15:25:56.852+02:00Boy: wow isn’t it amazing, the moon is perfectly halfed<br />Girl: yea… isn’t it romantic… so many stars tonight<br />Boy: Ah… I know why, because the moon is here and the sun is there and the earth is here (accompanied with hand gestures of position of the sun, earth and moon)<br />Girl: o… ok…love you too…<br /><br />Back to star gazing in silence…till the next conversation returns<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9615261-4816894480756123957?l=aulait.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935083277995619369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9615261.post-29650219452525269822008-07-18T09:02:00.003+02:002008-07-18T09:06:26.564+02:00windows<br />hi speed internet connection<br />music<br />cheese snack<br />kirin tea<br />food delivery<br />wine<br /><br />no tv<br />no moby<br />no chat chat<br />no facebook<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9615261-2965021945252526982?l=aulait.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935083277995619369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9615261.post-24595949957569772362008-06-23T17:33:00.001+02:002008-06-23T17:35:34.452+02:00beauty is a curse<br />fantasized by the ugly<br /><br />beauty is a miracle<br />realized by nature<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9615261-2459594995756977236?l=aulait.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935083277995619369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9615261.post-1950672477848077752008-06-23T17:32:00.000+02:002008-06-23T17:33:13.079+02:00what we don't mind<br />doesn't matter<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9615261-195067247784807775?l=aulait.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935083277995619369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9615261.post-87308945926485256062008-06-02T14:27:00.002+02:002008-06-02T14:30:59.179+02:00if i can be as strong as the fridge<br />cold and locked up<br />as long as i am plugged<br /><br />alas<br /><br />i am the candy<br />i can try to live inside the fridge<br />but once in awhile, dear fridge<br />please open your door<br />a little warm won't kill you<br />but it will keep my sweet<br />and I can still be alive<br />while being in love with you<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9615261-8730894592648525606?l=aulait.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935083277995619369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9615261.post-17438345174151520582008-06-02T14:23:00.004+02:002008-06-02T14:26:19.212+02:00next to me<br />a million miles away<br />living in the jet plane<br />it is beautiful up here<br />setting sights far far away<br />the white snowfield<br />white canvas<br />but get down there<br />freezing cold it is<br />reality snow bites<br />sigh***<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9615261-1743834517415152058?l=aulait.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935083277995619369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9615261.post-53868342781709455952008-06-02T14:21:00.000+02:002008-06-02T14:22:42.512+02:00i am special<br />just not official<br /><br />truly<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9615261-5386834278170945595?l=aulait.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935083277995619369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9615261.post-5496702516571266612008-06-02T14:18:00.000+02:002008-06-02T14:20:58.629+02:00it is cold out here<br />in Jakarta<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9615261-549670251657126661?l=aulait.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935083277995619369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9615261.post-24653050755227058642008-06-02T14:15:00.002+02:002008-06-02T14:17:47.319+02:00how high can be an expectation<br />when companionship is low<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9615261-2465305075522705864?l=aulait.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935083277995619369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9615261.post-88286687054042523652008-05-09T14:20:00.000+02:002008-05-09T14:23:45.931+02:00no fast plan<br />no slow plan<br />just a good plan<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9615261-8828668705404252365?l=aulait.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935083277995619369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9615261.post-74078739366060393042008-05-09T12:42:00.002+02:002008-05-09T12:47:19.883+02:00Dear mom,<br />Why?<br /><br />Dear dad,<br />I’m sorry<br /><br />Dear Sherly.<br />Wake up<br /><br />Dear Lenny,<br />Hang in there<br /><br />Dear Cucai, <br />You lucky bitch ☺<br /><br />Dear Emi,<br />I miss you<br /><br />Dear Bear,<br />Are we special?<br /><br />Dear Ina,<br />What you waiting for?<br /><br />Dear Eka,<br />Make it quick<br /><br />Dear Popo,<br />Dreams of you<br /><br />Dear Cathy,<br />Make up your mind<br /><br />Dear May,<br />Soften up<br /><br />Dear Dolly,<br />Get well soon<br /><br />Till death do us part<br />Back to worms<br /> <br />ps. I love you<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9615261-7407873936606039304?l=aulait.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935083277995619369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9615261.post-31615467848070486792008-04-08T14:04:00.002+02:002008-04-08T14:08:12.125+02:00with insults as motivation ammo<br />she hopes on an empty mug<br />graceful bullets stroll empty streets<br />mind glisters in bliss<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9615261-3161546784807048679?l=aulait.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935083277995619369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9615261.post-74746248909410025972008-04-03T15:35:00.002+02:002008-04-03T15:36:47.788+02:00if only we act more than speech...<br />if only we listen more than preach...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9615261-7474624890941002597?l=aulait.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935083277995619369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9615261.post-28693229692061172002008-04-03T15:17:00.006+02:002008-12-11T22:21:03.662+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BiM55zP34JA/R_TbRZ4t7oI/AAAAAAAAABE/c59JY9y9QAE/s1600-h/image008.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BiM55zP34JA/R_TbRZ4t7oI/AAAAAAAAABE/c59JY9y9QAE/s400/image008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185010163063320194" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BiM55zP34JA/R_Ta8Z4t7jI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PL5fLsXYW2s/s1600-h/image003.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BiM55zP34JA/R_Ta8Z4t7jI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PL5fLsXYW2s/s400/image003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185009802286067250" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BiM55zP34JA/R_Ta8p4t7kI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ffJs50gkPvI/s1600-h/image004.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BiM55zP34JA/R_Ta8p4t7kI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ffJs50gkPvI/s400/image004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185009806581034562" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BiM55zP34JA/R_Ta8p4t7lI/AAAAAAAAAAs/YXYNEIoDHlc/s1600-h/image005.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BiM55zP34JA/R_Ta8p4t7lI/AAAAAAAAAAs/YXYNEIoDHlc/s400/image005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185009806581034578" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BiM55zP34JA/R_Ta8p4t7mI/AAAAAAAAAA0/HOXao8JPFCc/s1600-h/image006.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BiM55zP34JA/R_Ta8p4t7mI/AAAAAAAAAA0/HOXao8JPFCc/s400/image006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185009806581034594" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BiM55zP34JA/R_Ta854t7nI/AAAAAAAAAA8/SsJwMjMcrtA/s1600-h/image007.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BiM55zP34JA/R_Ta854t7nI/AAAAAAAAAA8/SsJwMjMcrtA/s400/image007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185009810876001906" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BiM55zP34JA/R_TaaZ4t7iI/AAAAAAAAAAU/a6cQA4PrRfo/s1600-h/image002.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BiM55zP34JA/R_TaaZ4t7iI/AAAAAAAAAAU/a6cQA4PrRfo/s400/image002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185009218170514978" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BiM55zP34JA/R_TZTJ4t7hI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Xzvm94YYLHg/s1600-h/image001.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BiM55zP34JA/R_TZTJ4t7hI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Xzvm94YYLHg/s400/image001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185007994104835602" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9615261-2869322969206117200?l=aulait.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935083277995619369noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9615261.post-1134038627887512552008-03-09T15:09:00.002+01:002008-03-09T15:10:13.146+01:00i am going all out<br />nothing to lose<br />but restless time<br />need a peace of mind<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9615261-113403862788751255?l=aulait.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935083277995619369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9615261.post-18337902784743846142008-03-05T14:04:00.002+01:002008-03-05T14:10:24.426+01:00piles of letters and numbers<br />wishful teachers<br />with whipping<br />expectation, expectation, expectation<br /><br />going through multiple choice<br />while kids outside<br />yelling names and games<br /><br />beat me beat me beat me<br />while i am dumb and stupid<br />to understand<br />what is right and wrong<br />that there is a grey line<br /><br />just wanna play<br />that's all kids wanted<br />just wanna play<br />la lala la la... <br />hello sky....<br />hello leaf.......<br />hello you..........<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9615261-1833790278474384614?l=aulait.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935083277995619369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9615261.post-60932800010049523612008-03-05T14:02:00.001+01:002008-03-05T14:03:55.268+01:00still water runs deep<br />still heart runs for keep<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9615261-6093280001004952361?l=aulait.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935083277995619369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9615261.post-79041675873103137442008-03-05T13:58:00.002+01:002008-03-05T14:02:13.495+01:00if only I have a religion<br />at least I can say my prayers<br />and calm the waves<br />halt the tides<br />hoping for the next new moon <br />to be a full moon<br />***sigh***<br />wishful thinking...<br /><br />no worry, Marley said: "everything's gonna be alright, everything gonna be ok...would you break my heart again...lalala...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9615261-7904167587310313744?l=aulait.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935083277995619369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9615261.post-38314392473174968142008-03-05T12:23:00.002+01:002008-03-05T14:04:30.188+01:00rushing and racing and running in circles<br />moving so fast I'm forgetting my purpose<br />blur of the traffic is sending me spinning<br />getting nowhere<br /><br />my head and my heart are colliding chaotic<br />pace of the world I just wish I could stop it<br />Try to appear like I've got it together<br />I'm falling apart<br /><br />save me<br />somebody take my hand and lead me<br />slow me down<br />don't let love pass me by<br />just show me how<br />cause I'm ready to fall<br /><br />slow me down<br />don't let me live a lie<br />before my life flies by<br />I need you to slow me down<br /><br />sometimes I fear that I might disappear <br />in the blur of fast forward I falter again<br />forgetting to breathe<br />I need to sleep<br />I'm getting nowhere<br /><br />all that I've missed I see in the reflection<br />pass me while I wasn't paying attention<br />tired of rushing, racing and running<br />I'm falling apart<br /><br />the noise of the world is getting me caught up<br />chasing the clock and i wish i could stop it<br />just need to breathe<br />somebody please <br />slow me down<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9615261-3831439247317496814?l=aulait.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935083277995619369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9615261.post-59383315188670218942008-03-05T12:19:00.002+01:002008-03-05T12:22:49.548+01:00Ms. Dreamy: where is my knight?<br />Ms. Realism: there is no knight in shining armor for damsel in distress<br />Ms. Surrealist: but there is no harm in believing... whatever makes you happy<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9615261-5938331518867021894?l=aulait.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935083277995619369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9615261.post-68665669447247643562008-03-04T11:51:00.001+01:002008-03-04T11:54:00.179+01:00Leap Day<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9615261-6866566944724764356?l=aulait.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935083277995619369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9615261.post-49398968834900283862008-02-26T07:15:00.001+01:002008-02-26T07:16:17.260+01:00you fucking kill my joy<br />as much as you make me high<br /><br />dilemma<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9615261-4939896883490028386?l=aulait.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935083277995619369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9615261.post-49433583152115251242008-02-26T07:05:00.003+01:002008-02-26T07:15:08.849+01:00bouncing stiff tiffany tits<br />dangling sticks and bursting balls<br />i see where you get your happy dips<br />in the cloudy sticky halls<br /><br />A release with alcohol, booze and pussy<br />make testosterone slavery humpy yummy<br /><br />daisy is white<br />this earth is red<br /><br />i see white faces<br />buried under those graves<br />may you rest in peace<br />when i cry my eyeballs dry<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9615261-4943358315211525124?l=aulait.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935083277995619369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9615261.post-28817696403099320492008-02-26T07:02:00.002+01:002008-02-26T07:04:52.945+01:00hold it hold it...<br />hold on...<br />wait wait wait...<br />cape de<br /><br />do u really want to love me...<br />do u really want to make me cry<br />do u really want to hurt me<br />duh bencong...<br /><br />why won't you let her in<br />it's cold out there in the garden of eve<br /><br />%$%%#^%#^<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9615261-2881769640309932049?l=aulait.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935083277995619369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9615261.post-24560897977015245342008-02-26T06:25:00.002+01:002008-02-26T06:29:14.165+01:00EMI WINEHOUSE - REHAB<br /><br />They tried to make me go to rehab <br />I said, no, no, no <br />Yes, I been BAD<br />But when I come back <br />You'll know, know know <br /><br />I ain’t got the time <br />And if my daddy thinks I’m fine <br />He's tried to make me go to rehab <br />I won’t go, go, go <br /><br />I’d rather be at home with DOLL <br />I ain’t got 70 days <br />Cause there’s nothing, there's nothing you can teach me <br />That I can’t learn from Mr. TIMBALAND <br /><br />I didn’t get a lot in class <br />But I know it don’t come in a shot glass <br /><br />The man said, why'd you think you here? <br />I said, I got no idea <br />I’m gonna, I'm gonna lose my baby <br />So I always keep a bottle near <br />He said, I just think you’re depressed <br />Kiss me yeah, baby-- <br />And go rest <br /><br />I don’t ever want to drink again <br />I just, ooh, I just need a friend <br />I’m not gonna spend ten weeks <br />Have everyone think I'm on the mend <br /><br />And it’s not just my pride <br />It’s just till these tears have dried<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9615261-2456089797701524534?l=aulait.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935083277995619369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9615261.post-84443510060019356912008-02-24T09:20:00.002+01:002008-08-14T14:44:56.610+02:00clear from past<br />clean of regrets<br />how can one compare<br />when he is my best as far<br /><br />as far as the rose is blue<br />my heart shall stays true<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9615261-8444351006001935691?l=aulait.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935083277995619369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9615261.post-45214993398758711352008-02-24T08:58:00.002+01:002008-02-24T09:02:29.141+01:00obligation, consequences, insurance or passion with default?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9615261-4521499339875871135?l=aulait.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935083277995619369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9615261.post-23511101884999877262008-02-24T08:43:00.002+01:002008-02-24T08:58:35.899+01:00nostalgia smell of cigar and liquor<br />looking back to those swaying days<br />when nothing matters<br />but complicated hearts and bleeding affairs<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9615261-2351110188499987726?l=aulait.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935083277995619369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9615261.post-26502610566126995452008-02-24T08:42:00.000+01:002008-02-24T08:43:47.140+01:00pick me up<br />please...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9615261-2650261056612699545?l=aulait.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935083277995619369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9615261.post-46470679384718517662008-02-24T08:32:00.003+01:002008-02-24T08:41:56.004+01:00missing kisses<br /> blisters on mattresses<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9615261-4647067938471851766?l=aulait.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935083277995619369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9615261.post-52505991168869755622008-02-24T08:22:00.000+01:002008-02-24T08:32:00.544+01:00If I tell you<br />If I tell you now<br />Will you keep on<br />Will you keep on loving me<br />If I tell you<br />If I tell you how I feel<br />Will you keep bringing out the best in me<br /><br />You give me, you give me the sweetest taboo<br />You give me, you're giving me the sweetest taboo<br />Too good for me<br /><br />There's a quiet storm<br />and it never felt like this before<br />There's a quiet storm<br />that is you<br />There's a quiet storm<br />and it never felt this hot before<br />Giving me something that's taboo<br />Sometimes I think you're just too good for me<br /><br />I'd do anything for you, I'd stand out in the rain<br />Anything you want me to do, don't let it slip away<br />There's a quiet storm<br />and it never felt like this before<br />There's a quiet storm<br />I think it's you<br />There's a quiet storm<br />and i never felt this hot before<br />Giving me something that's taboo<br /><br />You've got the biggest heart<br />Sometimes i think you're just too good for me<br />Every day is christmas, and every night is new year's eve<br />Will you keep on loving me<br />Will you keep on, will you keep on<br />Bringing out the best in me<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9615261-5250599116886975562?l=aulait.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935083277995619369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9615261.post-78610998932652352912008-02-24T08:13:00.002+01:002008-02-24T09:20:00.765+01:00SMOMA; EYES WITHOUT A FACE LYRICS<br /><br />I'm all out of hope<br />One more bad break<br />could bring a fall<br />When I'm far from home<br />Don't call me on the phone<br />To tell me you're alone<br />It's easy to deceive<br />It's easy to tease<br />But hard to get release<br /><br />Les yeux sans visage eyes without a face<br />Got no human grace your eyes without a face.<br /><br />I spend so much time<br />Believing all the lies<br />To keep the dream alive<br />Now it makes me sad<br />It makes me mad at truth<br />For lovin' what was you.<br /><br />Les yeux sans visage eyes without a face<br />Got no human grace your eyes without a face.<br /><br />When you hear the music you make a dip<br />Into someone else's pocket then make a slip<br />Steal a car and go to Las Vegas oh,<br />the gigolo pool.<br />Hangin' out by the state line,<br />Turnin Holy water into wine,<br />Drinkin it down oh,<br />I'm on a bus on a psychedelic trip<br />Reading murder books tryin' to stay hip.<br />I'm thinkin' of you you're out there so<br />Say your prayers.<br />Say your prayers.<br />Say your prayers.<br />Now I close my eyes<br />And I wonder why<br />I don't despise<br />Now all I can do<br />Is love what was once<br />So alive and new<br />But it's gone from your eyes<br />I'd better realise<br /><br />Les yeux sans visage eyes without a face<br />Got no human grace your eyes without a face.<br />Such a human waste your eyes without a face<br />And now it's getting worse.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9615261-7861099893265235291?l=aulait.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935083277995619369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9615261.post-75251931900602037312008-02-24T08:06:00.002+01:002008-02-24T08:12:38.470+01:00<span style="font-weight:bold;">Crazy</span><br /><br />I remember when, I remember, I remember when I lost my mind<br />There was something so pleasant about that place.<br />Even your emotions have an echo<br />In so much space<br /><br />And when you're out there<br />Without care,<br />Yeah, I was out of touch<br />But it wasn't because I didn't know enough<br />I just knew too much<br /><br />Does that make me crazy?<br />Does that make me crazy?<br />Does that make me crazy?<br />Probably<br /><br />And I hope that you are having the time of your life<br />But think twice, that's my only advice<br /><br />Come on now, who do you, who do you, who do you, who do you think you are,<br /><br />Ha ha ha bless your soul<br />You really think you're in control<br /><br />Well, I think you're crazy<br />I think you're crazy<br />I think you're crazy<br />Just like me<br /><br />My heroes had the heart to lose their lives out on a limb<br />And all I remember is thinking, I wanna be like them<br />Ever since I was little, ever since I was little it looked like fun<br />And it's no coincidence I've come<br />And I can die when I'm done<br /><br />But Maybe I'm crazy<br />Maybe you're crazy<br />Maybe we're crazy<br />Probably<br /><br />Uh, uh <br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Gnarls Barkley</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9615261-7525193190060203731?l=aulait.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935083277995619369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9615261.post-23030237196596447582008-02-23T07:41:00.001+01:002008-02-23T07:43:50.169+01:00i just call to say i love you<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9615261-2303023719659644758?l=aulait.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935083277995619369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9615261.post-4057809371578770932008-02-23T07:34:00.002+01:002008-02-23T07:41:28.638+01:00kutulis juntaian air mata<br />setiap tetes mengalir makna<br />rasa rindu teduh<br />tanpa harapan sendu<br /><br />terima kasih telah mampir<br />di halaman kenanganku<br /><br />realita kejam? ruwet? ribet!<br /><br />kudamba cinta sederhana<br />telaga bahagia bersama<br />canda tawa di bioskop<br />berbagi secangkir teh hangat <br />menatap malam dari balik daun<br /><br />kuingat kamu sungguh menyebalkan<br />kuingat kamu sungguh lucu<br />love? is such a miracle<br />it is totaly out of my grasp of sense and sensibilty<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9615261-405780937157877093?l=aulait.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935083277995619369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9615261.post-91531194120993206372008-02-23T07:30:00.002+01:002008-02-23T07:34:52.949+01:00sometimes<br />we do need a break<br />look through what we have done<br />and decide which station to go next<br />or just lay back<br />and enjoy the view<br />before hopping to the next train<br />to another land<br />where narnia and linkin' park rule<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9615261-9153119412099320637?l=aulait.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935083277995619369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9615261.post-77889424346367263112008-02-23T07:20:00.002+01:002008-02-23T07:30:48.789+01:00men...<br />they don't know what women want<br />women...<br />we don't know what we want<br />women...<br />we are literary sensitive<br />men...<br />they are literary insensitive<br /><br />thus... to co-habitat,<br />let's have lots of kisses and talks,<br />rather than love slipping away in silence...<br /><br />cause i love you today as if there is no tomorrow<br /><br />this life is a rent<br />nothing is permanent<br />so let's just love and groove now<br />before life ends to another band<br /><br />ps. i love you<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9615261-7788942434636726311?l=aulait.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935083277995619369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9615261.post-21788205261563623522008-02-23T07:16:00.002+01:002008-02-23T07:19:39.444+01:00One should not rush through chapters<br />One should read with leisure without guilty pleasure<br />One shall receive the message<br />Only when One follows the voice within<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9615261-2178820526156362352?l=aulait.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935083277995619369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9615261.post-19188938289185952152008-02-05T17:13:00.000+01:002008-02-05T17:21:11.664+01:00layers of blue cookies<br />counting numbers on darting charts<br />I must be missing the blues<br />with you see what<br /><br />need my teddy bear<br />need my human pillow<br />need my heater<br />need my giggles<br />need my sudoku<br /><br />need to sober up<br />need to wake up<br /><br />let's change the channel<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9615261-1918893828918595215?l=aulait.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935083277995619369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9615261.post-79651111560313289292008-02-05T17:09:00.001+01:002008-02-05T17:09:30.372+01:00similarity dissolves into familiarity<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9615261-7965111156031328929?l=aulait.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935083277995619369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9615261.post-72564678441939499092008-02-05T17:07:00.003+01:002008-02-24T09:28:34.420+01:00do not make her fall<br />unless you wish to be with her<br />for all summers, winters, springs and falls<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9615261-7256467844193949909?l=aulait.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935083277995619369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9615261.post-81798223805847107772008-02-05T17:06:00.000+01:002008-02-05T17:07:19.993+01:00many streets to rome indeed<br />but which path is green and cheery?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9615261-8179822380584710777?l=aulait.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935083277995619369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9615261.post-44078868723007727852008-02-05T16:47:00.001+01:002008-02-05T17:10:34.684+01:00I'm Miss you can't do this bitch since I was 17<br />Don't matter if I suck on the skin<br />Or sneak away to the clubbing scenes<br />They still gon’ peek picture of my diaries with the sex machine<br />You want a peace of me?<br />You want a piece of me...<br /><br />I’m Miss bad meteor karma<br />Another day another drama<br />Guess I can’t see the harm<br />In working and playing hard Mama<br />And with whisky on my arm<br />I’m still an exceptional dreamer<br />You want a piece of me<br /><br />I’m Missy life styles of itch and the bitches<br />You want a piece of me<br />I’m Missy Oh my God you are so shameless<br />You want a piece of me<br />I’m Missy Hello Hello Babe where you been<br />You want a peace of me<br />I ‘m Missy she’s still here and now she’s gone<br />You want a peace of me<br /><br />Ciao<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9615261-4407886872300772785?l=aulait.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935083277995619369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9615261.post-31694761052887065962008-02-01T14:35:00.000+01:002008-02-01T14:37:39.264+01:00when harry meet sally<br />when numbers meet letters<br /><br />what are the odds?<br /><br />algebra will be our favourite subject<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9615261-3169476105288706596?l=aulait.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935083277995619369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9615261.post-86435321932651940472008-02-01T14:29:00.000+01:002008-02-01T14:33:15.675+01:00rain confine me in my mellow state of mind<br />i wish i can do more<br />i want to play outside<br />i want to get out and play<br />somebody turn off the shower please<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9615261-8643532193265194047?l=aulait.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935083277995619369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9615261.post-50426114934984183102008-02-01T13:56:00.000+01:002008-02-01T14:27:39.244+01:00I must create a system or be enslaved by another mans<br />*william blake*<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9615261-5042611493498418310?l=aulait.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935083277995619369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9615261.post-38308657847541613882007-12-03T20:15:00.000+01:002007-12-03T20:18:37.746+01:00if only i could believe<br />in 1/4 sweetness of you<br />i might... learn to be 110% happier<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9615261-3830865784754161388?l=aulait.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935083277995619369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9615261.post-77466641847738796152007-12-03T20:07:00.000+01:002007-12-03T20:14:31.324+01:00happy are the people without history<br />merry are the people with misery<br />hell down the ecstacy<br />let heaven listen to p diddy<br /><br />if only mary could cook the lambs<br />there will be less hunger in the woods<br /><br />mama dont preach <br />i ain't no madonna<br />papa please preach<br />your wife is so bitch<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9615261-7746664184773879615?l=aulait.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935083277995619369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9615261.post-60216705812754910722007-12-03T19:59:00.001+01:002007-12-03T20:02:26.085+01:00no sweet baby<br />no love love<br />no hush hush<br />just comfy gaga gugu<br />ah... sweet simple companion<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9615261-6021670581275491072?l=aulait.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935083277995619369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9615261.post-4402668105127018112007-12-03T19:52:00.000+01:002007-12-04T09:04:12.766+01:00we are made of history<br />nevertheless<br />not to live with it<br /><br />good evening yesterday<br />good morning tomorrow<br />good day today<br /><br />life is so simple<br />if only we would let it<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9615261-440266810512701811?l=aulait.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935083277995619369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9615261.post-47658237291528322672007-12-03T19:48:00.001+01:002007-12-03T19:49:58.029+01:00Rachel Starr - Till There Was You<br /><br />What can I do?<br /><br />I want you addicted to me..<br /><br />What in the world is a girl to do?<br />When in this smokey place I only see you<br />Was far away when you caught my eye<br />You’ve brought me back and now you’re making me high<br /><br />I was alone out there, with no one else around<br />Now I’ve fallen for you, and there’s no coming down<br /><br />Till there was you, I know what you’re needing<br />My thoughts are leading, me straight into your eyes<br />What can I do? I’m looking right at you<br />This feeling is all new, I want you addicted to me<br /><br />Fate can act in a curious way<br />When all that mattered means nothing today<br />All that concerns me, that drenches my thoughts<br />Is the sensation that seeing you brought<br /><br />I was alone out there, with no one else around<br />Now I’ve fallen for you, and there's no coming down<br /><br />And there’s no coming down...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9615261-4765823729152832267?l=aulait.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935083277995619369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9615261.post-62691257427436416412007-12-03T19:44:00.000+01:002007-12-03T19:51:39.196+01:00serenpidity can happen in real life? <br />hmmm...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9615261-6269125742743641641?l=aulait.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935083277995619369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9615261.post-67168121060551082862007-12-03T19:37:00.001+01:002007-12-03T19:39:28.968+01:00chillies are red<br />curry is yellow<br />though you are late<br />we can still share our pillow<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9615261-6716812106055108286?l=aulait.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935083277995619369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9615261.post-27163927524813816192007-11-01T20:23:00.000+01:002007-11-01T20:24:15.636+01:00you make me love you<br />you make me love you<br />aduh<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9615261-2716392752481381619?l=aulait.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935083277995619369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9615261.post-28230774800715124332007-11-01T20:20:00.001+01:002007-11-01T20:23:46.631+01:00thank you<br /><br />if you are the cure<br />i don't mind being the addict<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9615261-2823077480071512433?l=aulait.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935083277995619369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9615261.post-8067000653313457822007-08-31T06:00:00.000+02:002007-08-31T06:02:10.399+02:00when the day and night are of the same length of time<br />waiting for my next equinox<br /><br />when celestial time exist for my exit<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9615261-806700065331345782?l=aulait.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935083277995619369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9615261.post-31139747289668538422007-08-31T05:56:00.000+02:002007-08-31T06:00:26.934+02:00there is a Queen<br />a King<br />a General<br />surrounded from ones to tens<br />with<br />a joker<br />not needed<br />but exist<br />to complete the deck<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9615261-3113974728966853842?l=aulait.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935083277995619369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9615261.post-64324972224920748362007-08-31T05:54:00.000+02:002007-08-31T05:55:40.770+02:00rest in peace<br />30.08.07.18:30<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9615261-6432497222492074836?l=aulait.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935083277995619369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9615261.post-25288200077583994012007-07-31T17:33:00.000+02:002007-07-31T17:52:41.444+02:00<span style="color:#99ffff;"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">it must take a miracle</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">where the sky is pink and the grass is velvet</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">as the ocean sways, with chasing waves</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">at the lavender field, you make me wait</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">where the sun sets, kissing the horizon</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">peach and orange, my thoughts of you</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">as the mountains froze, behold fallen stars</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">alas, cold hearts fell at feet...</span></strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9615261-2528820007758399401?l=aulait.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935083277995619369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9615261.post-82192497386218372062007-07-19T10:29:00.000+02:002007-12-03T19:44:33.957+01:00<span style="color:#666666;">1.are u always serious when it comes to relationships?<br />yea<br /><br />2. are you afraid of commitment?<br />no<br /><br />3. are u a risk taker?<br />yea<br /><br />4. wat can u say about long distance relationships?<br />waste of time and thoughts<br /><br />5. can u luv a person that doesnt love u?<br />hope not<br /><br />6. do actions speak louder than words?<br />yea<br /><br />7. hav u felt/found true love?<br />i don't know </span><br /><span style="color:#666666;"><br />8. how can u say that a person luvs you?<br />doesn't run when shits happen<br /><br />9. are you good in handling relationships?<br />yes<br /><br />10. willing to give everything<br />hope not<br /><br />11. best thing u've learned from loving?<br />love does not conquer all you Fools!<br /><br />12. do u demand ur luv1 to change into someone else?<br />nope<br /><br />13. would u let go of some1 u love?<br />yea...<br /><br />14. are u a one man woman & vice versa type ofperson?<br />yea<br /><br />16. how do u express ur luv to sm1?<br />every little ways<br /><br />17. what is the major reason of a break up?<br />no more love, trust and destination<br /><br />18. most important ingredient/s in a relationship?<br />on the same chapter of happiness, love and trust<br /><br />19. ever regret loving someone?<br />nope<br /><br />20. one thing u hate about love?<br />getting over it<br /><br />21. one thing u like about love?<br />high fluffy feathery light lingering tingling feeling<br /><br />22. worst thing u did to a love one?<br />date his bestfriend<br /><br />23. are you a hopeless romantic?<br />yea<br /><br />24. do you get tired of loving ?<br />sometimes<br /><br />25. who has changed your view about loving?<br />scorpion x</span><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9615261-8219249738621837206?l=aulait.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935083277995619369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9615261.post-68120330263255880342007-07-19T10:08:00.001+02:002007-07-19T10:12:40.870+02:00<span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;">what's yours is yours,</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;">will always be yours</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;">what's not mine,</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;">will never be mine</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9615261-6812033026325588034?l=aulait.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935083277995619369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9615261.post-42644557894213693012007-07-19T10:04:00.001+02:002007-07-19T10:07:05.006+02:00<div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#33ffff;">STOP it!</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#33ffff;">i MUST not!</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#33ffff;">i want to!</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#33ffff;">but DoN't!</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#33ffff;">no!</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#33ffff;">*</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#33ffff;">*</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#33ffff;">*</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#33ffff;">NOOOOO!</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#33ffff;"><slap></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#33ffff;">stop it!</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#33ffff;">dont do it!</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#33ffff;">don't!</span></strong></div><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9615261-4264455789421369301?l=aulait.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935083277995619369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9615261.post-67579910016763321662007-07-19T10:00:00.001+02:002007-07-19T10:03:19.301+02:00<span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccffff;">Salahkah aku</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccffff;">Mencintaimu</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccffff;">Memilikimu</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccffff;">Menyayangimu</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccffff;">Jangan paksakan kita untuk</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccffff;">Slalu bersama</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccffff;">Jangan paksakan kita untuk</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccffff;">Slalu mencinta</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccffff;">Bila kita harus berpisah, sudah</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccffff;">Biarkan ini semua berakhir, sudah</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccffff;">Cinta memang tak harus milikki</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9615261-6757991001676332166?l=aulait.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935083277995619369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9615261.post-3954656337906977692007-07-18T15:18:00.002+02:002007-07-18T15:20:24.367+02:00<div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;">please baby don't</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;">dont fall in love with me</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;">you know my history</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;">see honey </span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;">i am just trying to warn you</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;">please don't fall in love with me</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9615261-395465633790697769?l=aulait.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935083277995619369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9615261.post-68287363828515208452007-07-18T15:18:00.001+02:002007-07-18T15:18:40.844+02:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>if friends can be lovers</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>there will be too many affairs to keep</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9615261-6828736382851520845?l=aulait.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935083277995619369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9615261.post-66412312496871918862007-07-18T15:16:00.001+02:002007-07-18T15:17:11.634+02:00<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;">better to keep the ball bouncing<br />never dunk it or you are in deep shit<br />better keep passing the ball<br />rather than go for the goal<br />better keep jumping<br />never land in the la la land<br />better keep running<br />never stop for a sudden stroke<br />better keep swimming<br />never dive and drown<br />better keep climbing<br />never rest on weeds mistaken for branch<br />better keep moving<br />rather than having cramps<br />better keep rolling<br />never stroll in the make-believe park</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9615261-6641231249687191886?l=aulait.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935083277995619369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9615261.post-64501461292626365302007-07-15T06:38:00.000+02:002007-07-15T06:41:03.421+02:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"><strong>Nobody knows where they might end up</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"><strong>Nobody knows</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"><strong>Nobody knows where they might wake up</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"><strong>Nobody knows</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"><strong>Suppose you'll never know</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccffff;"><strong>*</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccffff;"><strong>*</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccffff;"><strong>*</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccffff;"><strong>need a pinch of hint</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9615261-6450146129262636530?l=aulait.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935083277995619369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9615261.post-50207116320978332562007-07-15T06:37:00.001+02:002007-07-15T06:37:53.300+02:00<span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>am I?</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9615261-5020711632097833256?l=aulait.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935083277995619369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9615261.post-73925175070127544732007-07-15T06:33:00.000+02:002007-07-15T06:35:35.742+02:00<span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ff99;"><strong>We write best</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ff99;"><strong>when we're in a mess</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ff99;"><strong>I must have been very vely busily happy hepiii :)</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9615261-7392517507012754473?l=aulait.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935083277995619369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9615261.post-1151943267124383882006-07-03T18:12:00.000+02:002006-07-03T18:14:27.140+02:00<div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"><strong>Dear Mr. Boston,<br />How are you?</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"><strong>Are you idling at a coffee corner, sipping in summer?</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"><strong>I miss you from the other corner.</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;">Hope you will drop me a note, and I will sing outloud jingles of my heart.<br /></span></div></strong></span><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"><strong>xxxox</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9615261-115194326712438388?l=aulait.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935083277995619369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9615261.post-1145211248466334642006-04-16T20:11:00.000+02:002006-04-16T20:14:08.466+02:00<span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#339999;"><strong>austria</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9615261-114521124846633464?l=aulait.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935083277995619369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9615261.post-1145211093176637092006-04-16T20:07:00.000+02:002006-04-16T20:11:33.176+02:00<span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;">i miss you </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;">but i dont want to see you</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;">and then i wont miss you</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;">cause i miss you</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;">what the ,,,</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9615261-114521109317663709?l=aulait.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935083277995619369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9615261.post-1145210808626355422006-04-16T20:05:00.000+02:002006-04-16T20:06:48.646+02:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"><strong>however beautiful these moments are</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"><strong>they turn evil when they are gone</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9615261-114521080862635542?l=aulait.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935083277995619369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9615261.post-1143278060443263782006-03-25T10:10:00.000+01:002006-03-25T10:14:20.443+01:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"><strong>to be in love<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"><strong>to be swept off your feet</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"><strong>to sing with raptures</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"><strong>to dance deliriously</strong></span></div></strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9615261-114327806044326378?l=aulait.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935083277995619369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9615261.post-1143277818445617882006-03-25T10:06:00.000+01:002006-03-25T10:10:18.446+01:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;">makes me weak at the knees</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;">strong by the heart</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;">gives me wings</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;">to fly high</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;">and fall harder</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;">given any choice, i will still choose the wings</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9615261-114327781844561788?l=aulait.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935083277995619369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9615261.post-1143277559314708822006-03-25T10:04:00.000+01:002006-03-25T10:05:59.330+01:00<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;">lost in love</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;">trapped in friendship</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9615261-114327755931470882?l=aulait.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935083277995619369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9615261.post-1142766524727993502006-03-19T12:04:00.000+01:002006-03-19T12:08:44.726+01:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"><strong>as though always recovering from an amnesia</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"><strong>you knock when you are forgotten</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"><strong>disturbing my thoughts</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"><strong>of what we might be</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"><strong>of what we may be</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9615261-114276652472799350?l=aulait.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935083277995619369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9615261.post-1142766256574299872006-03-19T12:01:00.000+01:002006-03-19T12:04:16.733+01:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"><strong>first impression</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"><strong>stinks like a bee</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"><strong>now</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"><strong>so damn addicted to it</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"><strong>someone, someday</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"><strong>walk with me through the lavender field</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9615261-114276625657429987?l=aulait.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935083277995619369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9615261.post-1142766071627378552006-03-19T11:54:00.000+01:002006-03-19T12:01:11.630+01:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;">destiny brings us together,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;">like it or not,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;">can't deny it</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;">BUT</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;">how about love that is not meant to be?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;">what should we do about it?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;">is it not love?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;">WONDER***********************************************************</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9615261-114276607162737855?l=aulait.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935083277995619369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9615261.post-1142765369191784052006-03-19T11:46:00.000+01:002006-03-19T11:49:29.206+01:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"><strong>when we know how to be content</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9615261-114276536919178405?l=aulait.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935083277995619369noreply@blogger.com0