tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3946197403023989682012-02-10T05:32:04.593+08:00the best way to make your dreams come true is to wake up - by paul valeryjaylordnoreply@blogger.comBlogger161100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394619740302398968.post-32154778975041899832008-02-15T17:06:00.000+08:002008-02-28T17:28:14.274+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__mCWMBWS3MQ/R8Z6XSW6yjI/AAAAAAAAAEw/fddIeDTlvJU/s1600-h/DSC00271.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__mCWMBWS3MQ/R8Z6XSW6yjI/AAAAAAAAAEw/fddIeDTlvJU/s400/DSC00271.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171955762565138994" border="0" /></a><br />oh my, its valentine's day again...<br />this day is one of the awaited day of the year especially for lovers... (heheh...)<br />for me? no! it's a big no no... :)<br />but.. i do celebrate it with or without a special someone...<br /><br />see the picture above? heheh...<br />that gift is for my <span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);">*</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"> </span>mom... heheh...<br />my <span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);">*</span> asked me to buy his mom a gift and deliver it to their house...<br />the gift is a box of Ferrero Rocher Chocolate wrap in a Rose textured paper and designed with a black ribbon shaped like a flower...<br /><br />i had a hard time looking for someone to wrap it for me...<br />God is good, i saw a gift wrapping booth...<br />Finally, i brought it to their house and hand it over to her...<br /><br />Happy Valentines! :)<br /><br />* secret...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/394619740302398968-3215477897504189983?l=seizmon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jaylordnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394619740302398968.post-81090769107185993252008-01-06T16:44:00.000+08:002008-01-07T17:18:47.303+08:00<div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><embed src="http://apps.rockyou.com/rockyou.swf?instanceid=97753548&amp;ver=102906" quality="high" salign="lt" wmode="transparent" name="rockyou" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" height="374" width="430"></embed></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/394619740302398968-8109076910718599325?l=seizmon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jaylordnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394619740302398968.post-34200910103160599452008-01-05T13:04:00.000+08:002008-01-07T13:29:29.948+08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__mCWMBWS3MQ/R4Gzizxc8SI/AAAAAAAAAD4/O8PUi2G4MCw/s1600-h/5.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__mCWMBWS3MQ/R4Gzizxc8SI/AAAAAAAAAD4/O8PUi2G4MCw/s200/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152596859283108130" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__mCWMBWS3MQ/R4Gzojxc8TI/AAAAAAAAAEA/hjck7fXBvNE/s1600-h/6.jpg"> <img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__mCWMBWS3MQ/R4Gzojxc8TI/AAAAAAAAAEA/hjck7fXBvNE/s200/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152596958067355954" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__mCWMBWS3MQ/R4Gz0Txc8VI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/RjTlD--FbQU/s1600-h/8.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__mCWMBWS3MQ/R4Gz0Txc8VI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/RjTlD--FbQU/s200/8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152597159930818898" border="0" /> </a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__mCWMBWS3MQ/R4GzvDxc8UI/AAAAAAAAAEI/fukf88lLKZ4/s1600-h/7.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__mCWMBWS3MQ/R4GzvDxc8UI/AAAAAAAAAEI/fukf88lLKZ4/s200/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152597069736505666" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><br />waahh how i love pizza... obvious naman di ba? heheh...<br />ate tin treat us last friday in Shakeys as a farewell treat...<br />she decided to leave the company that we are working on...<br />haayyss... how sad naman... :(<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__mCWMBWS3MQ/R4G2qTxc8YI/AAAAAAAAAEo/wj_B6mdum1M/s1600-h/1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__mCWMBWS3MQ/R4G2qTxc8YI/AAAAAAAAAEo/wj_B6mdum1M/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152600286667010434" border="0" /></a>ate Tin, we will miss you!...<br />thanks sa 2 months na kakwelahan...<br />Good Luck po sa career... :)<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__mCWMBWS3MQ/R4G2gjxc8XI/AAAAAAAAAEg/mdNkxKwXJSY/s1600-h/10.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__mCWMBWS3MQ/R4G2gjxc8XI/AAAAAAAAAEg/mdNkxKwXJSY/s400/10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152600119163285874" border="0" /></a>hmmmnn.. sarap!...<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/394619740302398968-3420091010316059945?l=seizmon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jaylordnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394619740302398968.post-26042641103869704712008-01-04T09:42:00.000+08:002008-01-04T09:56:23.020+08:00last night i've made a prayer...<br />a prayer that i wish it would make my feelings better...<br />weeks has past and the feeling of being betrayed were still bursting out of my heart...<br />i'm sick and tired of thinking about it...<br />is this a paranoia or a fact that i'm resisting to believe...<br />what if i'm wrong?<br />what should i do?<br />if i lost someone because of my false suspicion...<br />i can't afford to accept that...<br /><br />help me, help me, help me...<br />i'm about to give in to my feelings...<br />i don't know what to do...<br />my heart is tearing apart little by little...<br /><br />i'm sorry... :(<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/394619740302398968-2604264110386970471?l=seizmon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jaylordnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394619740302398968.post-23104488982762682972008-01-03T10:37:00.001+08:002008-01-03T10:56:51.323+08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><object height="80" width="300"><param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/HxubpFqYR7/aus=false/"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></object></div><object height="80" width="300"><embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/HxubpFqYR7/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><br /><blockquote style="font-style: italic;"><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Barely Breathing - </strong><strong>Duncan Sheik</strong><br /></div><br />I know what you’re doing,<br />I see it all to clear<br />I only taste the saline when I kiss away your tears<br />You really had me going, wishing on a star<br />But the black holes that surround you are heavier by far<br />I believed in your confusion, you were so completely torn<br />Well it must have been that yesterday was the day that I was born<br />There’s not much to examine, there’s nothing left to hide<br />You really can’t be serious if you have to ask me why<br /><br />I say good-bye...<br /><br />‘Cause I am barely breathing<br />And I can’t find the air<br />I don’t know who I’m kidding<br />Imagining you care<br />And I could stand here waiting<br />A fool for another day<br />But I don’t suppose it’s worth the price, worth the price<br />The price that I would pay<br /><br />Everyone keeps asking, what’s it all about?<br />I used to be so certain and I can’t figure out<br />What is this attraction? I only feel the pain<br />There’s nothing left to reason and only you to blame Will it ever change?<br /><br /><br />‘Cause I am barely breathing<br />And I can’t find the air<br />I don’t know who I’m kidding<br />Imagining you care<br />And I could stand here waiting<br />A fool for another day<br />But I don’t suppose it’s worth the price, worth the price<br />The price that I would pay<br />But I’m thinking it over anyway...<br /><br /><br />I’ve come to find<br />I may never know<br />Your changing mind<br />Is it friend or foe?<br /><br />I rise above<br />Or sink below<br />With every time<br />You come and go<br />Please don’t come and go<br /><br />‘Cause I am barely breathing<br />And I can’t find the air<br />I don’t know who I’m kidding<br />Imagining you care<br />And I could stand here waiting<br />A fool for another day<br />But I don’t suppose it’s worth the price, worth the price<br />The price that I would pay<br />But I’m thinking it over anyway</blockquote><br /><br /><br />i'm listening to this song right now...<br />this is the first time that i heard this song...<br />i know that it is not a latest song but it feeds my hunger on music...<br />listen to this song and feel the lyrics behind it...<br />it is a very emotional song but the rhythm cover it all...<br />this is the kind of songs that i love...<br />silent messages behind an enduring sound...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/394619740302398968-2310448898276268297?l=seizmon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jaylordnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394619740302398968.post-38429122318360097622008-01-02T13:19:00.000+08:002008-01-03T14:14:21.655+08:00the year of the rat has finally take into place...<br />many are waiting for it especially those people who are hoping that this 2008 would bring them luck and prosperity...<br />i'm one of them if you would ask.. hihihi...<br /><br />this past 2007 has been a struggle for me...<br />a lot of unexpected things were happen but inspite of it, for me it was also a blast...<br />2007 gave me the achievement of my life, and that is to finished college...<br />i'm very much happy that God never leave me... he granted my wish...<br /><br />lets have a prayer:<br /><blockquote><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Almighty God, creator of heaven and earth...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Thank you for all the guidance you devoted to us...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">In this year and all the coming years...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">We, your children will always be thankful that you provide us the world worth living for...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Trials are nothing with you as our strenght...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Give us peace in our hearts and let love on one another prevails...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">For all the blessings, we are deeply gratitude...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Thank you God!...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Amen</span></blockquote><br />Happy New Year!<br /><br />My warmest greeting for all of you.. :)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/394619740302398968-3842912231836009762?l=seizmon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jaylordnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394619740302398968.post-80354700191746384212007-12-26T10:22:00.000+08:002008-01-07T17:17:24.328+08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__mCWMBWS3MQ/R3xH1Txc8MI/AAAAAAAAADA/bu9QR6fGxOU/s1600-h/collage1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__mCWMBWS3MQ/R3xH1Txc8MI/AAAAAAAAADA/bu9QR6fGxOU/s400/collage1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151071054971334850" border="0" /></a>"treasured moments"<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__mCWMBWS3MQ/R3xHvTxc8LI/AAAAAAAAAC4/10rLD9jBPN0/s1600-h/xmas2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__mCWMBWS3MQ/R3xHvTxc8LI/AAAAAAAAAC4/10rLD9jBPN0/s400/xmas2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151070951892119730" border="0" /></a>"i love this gals"<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__mCWMBWS3MQ/R3xHpTxc8KI/AAAAAAAAACw/j2CpKy4xwvE/s1600-h/xmas1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__mCWMBWS3MQ/R3xHpTxc8KI/AAAAAAAAACw/j2CpKy4xwvE/s400/xmas1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151070848812904610" border="0" /></a>"i miss this guys"<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">school is over but our bond will never break...<br />for almost 5 years, this guys influenced my life...<br />without them, trials could had consumed me...<br />they've been my inspiration and strength...<br />that's why, eventhough we are all busy we still find time to rendezvou...<br /><br />thank you guys! we all ROCK... :)<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/394619740302398968-8035470019174638421?l=seizmon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jaylordnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394619740302398968.post-76715769605389290362007-12-24T14:39:00.000+08:002008-01-03T14:14:46.431+08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4254fe99d61a6ed3" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4254fe99d61a6ed3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331407288%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DDC2EAC3DC195DEAD9CB031C7D5AA285B8D940F0.563909CE32BB682F988A147B54D28E963062CCC6%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4254fe99d61a6ed3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DjTcxPZlMYOgnE3UxjhD-oMrXJEk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4254fe99d61a6ed3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331407288%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DDC2EAC3DC195DEAD9CB031C7D5AA285B8D940F0.563909CE32BB682F988A147B54D28E963062CCC6%26key%3Dck1&iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4254fe99d61a6ed3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DjTcxPZlMYOgnE3UxjhD-oMrXJEk&autoplay=0&ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /></object><br /></div><br />This video was taken on our celebration of our annual christmas party held at Fiama Bar and Restaurant located along Makati Avenue and Paseo de Roxas....<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__mCWMBWS3MQ/R3tEFjxc8II/AAAAAAAAACg/xFBp3hIGCCU/s1600-h/IMG_0831-01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__mCWMBWS3MQ/R3tEFjxc8II/AAAAAAAAACg/xFBp3hIGCCU/s400/IMG_0831-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150785461120987266" border="0" /></a><br />Our team, the OSG (Outsourcing Group) was the 4th team to present... It's a wacky presentation because of our costume with matching hair color (Anime look-alike)... The song is a remix of Adoodoodoo Adadada Ahahaha by Willie Revillame and Sweet Soul Revue by a Japanese singer (dont know the artist.. hihihih)...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__mCWMBWS3MQ/R3tElzxc8JI/AAAAAAAAACo/Zml6N8VIRTU/s1600-h/IMG_1018-01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__mCWMBWS3MQ/R3tElzxc8JI/AAAAAAAAACo/Zml6N8VIRTU/s400/IMG_1018-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150786015171768466" border="0" /></a><br />We won the 1st prize.. Yahooo! (hahah.. its luck!) :p<br />Enjoy the video guyzz... as much as i did...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/394619740302398968-7671576960538929036?l=seizmon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jaylordnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394619740302398968.post-58847679369711220402007-04-18T10:51:00.000+08:002007-04-18T11:14:12.474+08:00last last night when i was submerge in my deepest sleep, i dreamed something...<br />a dream that i kept on recalling what it is...<br />but when i saw a magazine on a stand named *secret*....<br />i suddenly remember it...<br /><br />i smile like i was just out in mental hospital...<br />the sales lady look at me and stare for a couple of second...<br />when i noticed that she is staring at me...<br />i just smile and told her "I just remember something"...<br /><br />on my way home, the dream still conquers my unorganized brain...<br />im still smiling when it crosses my mind...<br />it was a one of my craziest dream ever i can remember...<br />cause its rare for me to remember my dreams...<br /><br />all i can say is that...<br />it is NAUGHTY! :D<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/394619740302398968-5884767936971122040?l=seizmon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jaylordnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394619740302398968.post-64746490004209788172007-04-12T12:19:00.000+08:002008-01-02T13:57:25.778+08:00last night, when im checking my email in google mail i saw an email who's name i can't remember...<br />i opened the email and started to read it... it says...<br /><br /><blockquote style="font-style: italic;">"hoy jlord kmusta ka na long time no see ha!mga 4 years na and sana remember me pa c RODENTO BABOSA i2 classmate mo nong 3rd year at nila anthony,jilbert and sandy.iaadd kta at add mo rin ako ha at usap naman tyo minsan,send ka ng mga message skn.alam ko na matagal na hindi tyo nagkta nila sandy,anthony,and jilbert i hope magita tyo kpg di na tyo bc.gawn natin ung ginagawa ntin dati,ung malling send ka ng message skn ha bgy mo rin email-add mo at cell no# mo bgy ko rin syo cell no# ko eto 09192524893 at may isa pa akong mobile no# pero d ko kabsado ska ko na lng ibibigay.i2 nga pala email-add ko: guyferd_dhenz11@yahoo.com at bgy mo rin sayo. so pano d2 na lang me wait ko response mo ha2napin ko pa cla anhony,sandy and jilbert cge bye!!"</blockquote><br /><br />after reading it, i remember him... he is one of my closest friend when i was in 3rd year highschool... i suddenly remembered my highschool life after reading this... all my kalokohan especially when we cut class just to play CounterStrike... i was addicted in that pc game that time that i can bear not to eat lunch just to have money for playing it... they are my best buddies in highschool where we went malling wearing our school uniform where that time there are policies that are forbidding highschool students entering the malls in makati and ortigas during school time...<br /><br />highschool life is definitely one of the best moment of my life...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/394619740302398968-6474649000420978817?l=seizmon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jaylordnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394619740302398968.post-70358042658390396452007-04-12T11:08:00.000+08:002007-04-12T11:26:51.886+08:00it's been a week since the company of my mom closed...<br />and only this time i feel the effect of it...<br />everytime i ask for my allowance...<br />my mom telling me that i must spend my allowance economically...<br />my allowance is not that big but i still save...<br />however, it is not enough to solve my problem...<br />i don't know if i still can enroll this incoming school year...<br />this is my last term and after this i will be graduating, hopefully...<br />right now i'm worried, i want to finished my college...<br />but because of this financial problem i don't know what will happen...<br />i don't want to lose all my hardships that i put into it...<br />especially all the sacrifices of my mom just to put me into college...<br />i want to help my mom but if this problem will stop me...<br />i don't know what to do...<br />i hope i can find a way to solve this problem...<br />and i'm really hoping that i will finished my college...<br />not for me, its for my mom...<br /><br />God, help me...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/394619740302398968-7035804265839039645?l=seizmon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jaylordnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394619740302398968.post-16457901762315513022007-04-11T14:38:00.000+08:002008-01-02T13:58:30.182+08:00<object height="80" width="300"><param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/vMQk6xe4dq/aus=false/"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/vMQk6xe4dq/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"></embed></object><br /><br /><br />a friend of mine told me about this song...<br />a song full of love and hopes...<br />i don't know why but when i started listening it...<br />i felt like the song entered my heart and torn it little by little...<br />maybe because all the memories are flashing back...<br />all my heartaches to all the people i've loved before...<br />especially the chorus, it has the message that i wanted to tell them...<br /><br /><blockquote style="font-style: italic;">What about love?<br />What about feeling?<br />What about all the things that make life worth living?<br />What about faith?<br />What about trust?<br />And tell me baby...what about us?</blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/394619740302398968-1645790176231551302?l=seizmon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jaylordnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394619740302398968.post-30255035647160320162007-04-11T11:53:00.000+08:002007-04-12T12:15:55.103+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t170/anime-chii/My%20Emo%20Friends/No_one_but_yourself____by_pyromania.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t170/anime-chii/My%20Emo%20Friends/No_one_but_yourself____by_pyromania.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />when i saw this picture...<br />i felt something...<br />a feeling that i want to know what...<br />is that because the girl is crying?..<br />or because sometimes i'm like that...<br />crying alone and no one is there to comfort me...<br />that only myself who's striving to fight back the feeling...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t170/anime-chii/My%20Emo%20Friends/No_one_but_yourself____by_pyromania.jpg"><br /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/394619740302398968-3025503564716032016?l=seizmon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jaylordnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394619740302398968.post-6663083227278287692007-04-10T14:58:00.000+08:002007-04-10T15:08:26.823+08:00yesterday i did something that i didn't expected to happen...<br />i'm about to give up that time but my curiosity stopped me...<br />my mind tells me that i have to do it...<br />eventhough i felt an enormous pain inside me...<br />at first i thought it is a good idea to try something new...<br />but when i'm on my way home, i realize that it was a stupid act...<br /><br />right now, i'm scared of what would the consequences i must face...<br />honestly, it's one of the things i want to experience...<br />and now that i've done it, my curiosity makes me realize one thing...<br />never ever try something that you are not prepared of...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/394619740302398968-666308322727828769?l=seizmon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jaylordnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394619740302398968.post-82020079471416088162007-04-10T13:11:00.001+08:002007-04-11T16:50:10.594+08:00i lay myself down in a deepest sleep<br />thinking of something unforseen<br />i saw myself hanging in the shadows of my greed<br />but something happens<br />someone cuts the rope unexpectedly<br /><br />catch me as i fall<br />embraces me tightly<br />kisses me tenderly<br />and calls my name<br />like i'm about to give in<br /><br />the first time i saw the face<br />pure of love and innocence<br />i feel secured<br />security on her arms<br />that makes me fall<br />into her loving smile<br /><br />she tried to pull me up<br />to grab her hands<br />i saw my hands<br />gripping tightly<br />like i don't want to let go<br />but one thing makes me<br />decided to let it go forever<br />thats when she said<br /><br />"i'm happy because of you..."<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/394619740302398968-8202007947141608816?l=seizmon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jaylordnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394619740302398968.post-41907836081796296262007-04-07T01:52:00.000+08:002007-04-10T15:21:05.314+08:00I love the way you look at me,<br /> Your eyes so bright and blue.<br /> I love the way you kiss me,<br /> Your lips so soft and smooth.<br /> I love the way you make me so happy,<br /> And the ways you show you care.<br /> I love the way you say, "I Love You,"<br /> And the way you're always there.<br /> I love the way you touch me,<br /> Always sending chills down my spine.<br /> I love that you are with me,<br /> And glad that you are mine.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/394619740302398968-4190783608179629626?l=seizmon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jaylordnoreply@blogger.com0