tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398957810148883032012-02-16T03:44:03.167-08:00Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18327064766625633231noreply@blogger.comBlogger71100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-139895781014888303.post-28740009367584755972009-12-19T09:00:00.000-08:002010-01-13T04:17:37.476-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9oTIyXgBsuw/S025mLTDtyI/AAAAAAAAAB4/guAx0eDAr74/s1600-h/pop_art_kiss.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 220px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9oTIyXgBsuw/S025mLTDtyI/AAAAAAAAAB4/guAx0eDAr74/s320/pop_art_kiss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426197191570208546" border="0" /></a><br />Someone kissed me last night.<br />I got carried away. And somehow..I liked it.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/139895781014888303-2874000936758475597?l=paper-thin-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18327064766625633231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-139895781014888303.post-89652005263421645802009-12-18T13:00:00.000-08:002010-01-13T04:08:25.694-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9oTIyXgBsuw/S023LgUoZDI/AAAAAAAAABw/xqvWYX3lxVE/s1600-h/Heart-Break-Out-Poster.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 231px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9oTIyXgBsuw/S023LgUoZDI/AAAAAAAAABw/xqvWYX3lxVE/s320/Heart-Break-Out-Poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426194534334227506" border="0" /></a><br />FAK!<br />Do I really have to hear it from others? What do you want??<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">You lied, A</span>. Period. Just when I thought I could trust you.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">"Honesty, is such a lonely word. Everyone is so untrue. Honesty, is hardly ever heard. And mostly what I need from you." <span style="font-weight: bold;">(Beyonce - Honesty)</span></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/139895781014888303-8965200526342164580?l=paper-thin-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18327064766625633231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-139895781014888303.post-19399025839766003852009-12-17T15:00:00.000-08:002010-01-13T04:00:17.195-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9oTIyXgBsuw/S021i8aGFFI/AAAAAAAAABo/jfJ2RDaqtT0/s1600-h/nusa-dua-beach2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9oTIyXgBsuw/S021i8aGFFI/AAAAAAAAABo/jfJ2RDaqtT0/s320/nusa-dua-beach2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426192737987073106" border="0" /></a><br />Finally.<br />Holiday. Yes. I think I need one.<br />Hope I can leave all the drama behind. At least for a while.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">"It's time for the good times. Forget about the bad times. One day to come together. To release the pressure. We need a holiday." <span style="font-weight: bold;">(Madonna - Holiday)</span></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/139895781014888303-1939902583976600385?l=paper-thin-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18327064766625633231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-139895781014888303.post-64043916689280413822009-12-11T19:00:00.000-08:002010-01-11T00:45:29.219-08:00<div>Of all your routins with your boyfriend.<br />Of all your secret affair with our office mate.<br /><br /><br /><br /><strong>..do you <em>ever</em> think about me?<br /><br /><br /></strong><div style="text-align: justify;"><strong style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-weight: normal;">"Do I ever cross your mind, anytime? Do you ever wake up reaching out for me? Do I ever cross your mind anytime? I miss you<span style="font-weight: bold;">." (Brian McKnight - Anytime) </span></span></strong><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/139895781014888303-6404391668928041382?l=paper-thin-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18327064766625633231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-139895781014888303.post-85786456023623291512009-12-10T18:00:00.000-08:002010-01-10T07:08:04.042-08:00<div align="justify">Let me introduce you to <strong>A</strong>.<br />The only person who has been guilty for making my life...miserable. In a good way, of course. I don't know what you do, but dang it, you really got me good. All I can say is, I enjoy every single moment I spend with you.<br /><br /><em><span style="color:#000099;">"I don't know what this is, but you got me good, just like you knew you would. I don't know what you do, but you do it well, I'm under your spell." <strong>(Duffy - Mercy)</strong></span></em></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><br /><br />PS. Yes, I'm still aware of the fact that you already have a boyfriend.</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/139895781014888303-8578645602362329151?l=paper-thin-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18327064766625633231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-139895781014888303.post-58907646639935459472009-12-04T21:34:00.000-08:002010-01-08T21:47:45.924-08:00<div align="justify"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9oTIyXgBsuw/S0gVwXdZePI/AAAAAAAAABg/bcNswB1v-QE/s1600-h/istock_appleheartxsmall.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424609671842986226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 164px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9oTIyXgBsuw/S0gVwXdZePI/AAAAAAAAABg/bcNswB1v-QE/s200/istock_appleheartxsmall.jpg" border="0" /></a>Falling for someone who breathes the same air with you is not easy. Especially, knowing the fact that the person is already in a relationship.<br /><br />...<br />But heck. Am taking my chances.<br />I. will. wait.<br /><br /><em><span style="color:#000099;">"You set my heart racing when you get next to me. Still I don't think you care. Should I wait for your love? Or am I waiting in vain. Somebody help me 'coz I'm falling, head over heels in love again." <strong>(Jamiroquai - Falling)</strong></span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/139895781014888303-5890764663993545947?l=paper-thin-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18327064766625633231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-139895781014888303.post-23023089203939048232009-12-01T21:26:00.000-08:002010-01-08T21:41:54.987-08:00<div align="justify"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9oTIyXgBsuw/S0gT6MJraRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/3dX3k-W0I_s/s1600-h/heart.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424607641582922002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 253px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9oTIyXgBsuw/S0gT6MJraRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/3dX3k-W0I_s/s320/heart.jpg" border="0" /></a>No.This is not the homepage of the famous American country band back in the 80s. This is just me. A person who doesn't give his own heart a chance to stop loving.<br />Yes. <strong>Restless Heart</strong>.<br /><div align="justify"><br />So, I took the liberty to start writing about people who have left footprints in my life, especially this year.This blog is actually a shout out of what I'm feeling. Not that I haven't expressed them myself, though.<br />You know. It just feels right. Writing about you, and you, and you.<br /><br />Oh well. Go figure anyway you like. I'll keep writing.<br />And yes, I know you're reading.<br />Enjoy.</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/139895781014888303-2302308920393904823?l=paper-thin-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18327064766625633231noreply@blogger.com0