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and it's so much better in my throught.&lt;br /&gt;plus with, yes you know that, he's super hot!&lt;br /&gt;i used to post like i wanna kiss you vincent. marry me, marry me.&lt;br /&gt;and there's a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ton&lt;/span&gt; of girls click vote up on my comment, hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know i really love when someone click like on my post.&lt;br /&gt;it means like, hey it's not only me that think like this.&lt;br /&gt;it feels so good when you see how many people agree with you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;continued by the 4th, &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3IrHee0ih_4"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everything is gonna be okay - brittani taylor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;normally we usually see blt always make kinda funny video,&lt;br /&gt;but this one is different, it means a lot. really nice meaning in every word.&lt;br /&gt;it makes me wanna make tomorrow better than today,&lt;br /&gt;and make next tomorrow better than other days that has passed,&lt;br /&gt;cause even tomorrow still has next and next tomorrow, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th, it must be shane dawson. &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FEtZza2x9So"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;emo break up (sex, lies &amp;amp; guyliner)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's the shane's video that i watch it again and again most often of all.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm just a little bit pity that he didn't put &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;shanaynay&lt;/span&gt; into his scipt.&lt;br /&gt;shanaynay is my favorite shane's character. what about yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6th, &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eq6OsSL9U3Q"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;raindrops keep falling on my head - japanese girl version.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know who sings this song but it's just so great.&lt;br /&gt;the original song was my ringtone for a long time untill it made me sick.&lt;br /&gt;but when i heard this tune i was like wow, and can't stop listening to it.&lt;br /&gt;i love it as much as the original. um, maybe a little bit more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7th, i really don't want you to miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BW6pBh5FrRM"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the last little dinosaur - will one hundred percent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this one is cool too. 8th,  &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JDTg1x_hmTk"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the secret life - will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of his songs are so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;really deep&lt;/span&gt;. but the two links up there are my fav.&lt;br /&gt;they made me almost cry when i watched them for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i first saw, just saw it, i was like huh what the heck?&lt;br /&gt;i thought it was nonsense, thought it was just a crazy vid from crazy man.&lt;br /&gt;but when i continued listening to it, started to deliberately watch it,&lt;br /&gt;i was like aw my, this guy is so incredible! his throught's so deep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know how to explain my feeling when i listen to his song.&lt;br /&gt;you probably should listen to it yourself,&lt;br /&gt;and don't forget to tell me back, what your feeling about this guy is :)&lt;br /&gt;i really mean it, this guy is so @#$%&amp;amp;! seriously, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9th, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3FUds2j3wPQ"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;looping around - mystery guitar man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i gotta say that this man, joe penna is a genious, he totally is!&lt;br /&gt;look at what and how he did, they all are awesome and unique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's some videos of him that he took his sunglasses out,&lt;br /&gt;his eyes was so creepy, i guess it maybe cause he didn't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;one thing i wanna tell him is, you should take some rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the last, our 10th is a song. &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u_x7v-MdZco"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;understand - joss stone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that impressed me. i do love her voice and this kind of song,&lt;br /&gt;mostly like pop but include with a little bit sound of blues and jazz.&lt;br /&gt;she reminds me of pink, anyone agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;done. you know i really &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;enjoy&lt;/span&gt; writing this entry.&lt;br /&gt;i'd never write anything about sharing like this in my blog before.&lt;br /&gt;usually that i do is just posting a link on my facebook wall.&lt;br /&gt;yes, i know there's not many people give a real interested on it.&lt;br /&gt;and it's so nice to gather it all in one page,&lt;br /&gt;cause when you post on another website, they scattered there and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, it's been a pleasure to share these to you all, bloggers.&lt;br /&gt;i just hope you like and enjoy all of them like i do :)&lt;br /&gt;yes, yes and yes, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sharing is good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aw, it's almost 4 a.m. already. like it's time for me to go.&lt;br /&gt;see you again um, maybe next month i guess. byebye, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;love you all&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ps.1&lt;/span&gt; let's tell and share me about your favorite thing to watch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ps.2&lt;/span&gt; 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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;generally, i'm doing fine. everything's going better for me.&lt;br /&gt;i've already had a brighter smile, you see.&lt;br /&gt;but like a little piece of me says that there's something strange inside.&lt;br /&gt;i guess now &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;i'm pretty dull.&lt;/span&gt; can't think of anything.&lt;br /&gt;it's a deep feeling that can make me feel a little bit freak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i'm so irritable and annoying.&lt;br /&gt;i write and delete, then try to write one more time by different word,&lt;br /&gt;but i found that it's still not work, so i delete it again.&lt;br /&gt;you know&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; it's driving me crazy.&lt;/span&gt; like there's something worries me.&lt;br /&gt;it's kinda insane and i don't know how to manage it right.&lt;br /&gt;well, infact it's not as much as i said, but close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's so many undone writings of me.&lt;br /&gt;i started the writing and don't know how to continued, so i stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember this? i used to post it on my facebook status someday.&lt;br /&gt;not so long, just about um, a few months ago.&lt;br /&gt;thought i'll write this as my new entry but i didn't cause &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;it's not done&lt;/span&gt; yet.&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;do love&lt;/span&gt; it, and so much deplored that i can't make it through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i hope you wouldn't mind if i post it in the end of this page.&lt;br /&gt;think that it's such a goodbye special gift from me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;" is art what art is?&lt;br /&gt;most people say art without knowing the truly meaning.&lt;br /&gt;saying art is art, and always be just art.&lt;br /&gt;but for me, art is something more than that, something special.&lt;br /&gt;art is feeling. art is emotion. art is soul. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;art is not only colour on the paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i believe that every picture has its own meaning.&lt;br /&gt;even though every line. every detail. every stroke. every light.&lt;br /&gt;all it shows you right before your eyes but you've never known,&lt;br /&gt;just because you never even try to look at it more deeply."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219236601416398127-432299046211256476?l=napnapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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better or worse?&lt;br /&gt;or will it be just the same as another boring days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel so blue and my dark side's starting to come out right.&lt;br /&gt;look at myself in a mirror and ask, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;who's that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where is me? where is the real me? &lt;br /&gt;where is the person who can smile though thing goes bad?&lt;br /&gt;now &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;it's gone,&lt;/span&gt; and left a crying little girl behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to the main. you know what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;talking about crying girl that appears on the transparent mirror.&lt;br /&gt;some may say she's strong. some may say she can stand on her own.&lt;br /&gt;some may say she can still be happy even whatever happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you know, sometimes she is so tired, tired to fake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;fake to smile though her deep down is crying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fake to say i'm fine when someone asks her how are you.&lt;br /&gt;and fake to act like it goes naturally though by the truth it isn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you know, it doesn't call strong, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;it calls weak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because she doesn't dare even show the way she truly feels inside,&lt;br /&gt;or even though let someone knows the real her.&lt;br /&gt;she's&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; afraid of everything.&lt;/span&gt; scared of everything. yes, weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she knows well, she doesn't have to be like this.&lt;br /&gt;but like she just doesn't want somebody else worries about her.&lt;br /&gt;even she's dying but if it can make you feel better she will say i'm okay.&lt;br /&gt;just that. it's &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;the one reason&lt;/span&gt; why she does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but wait and think, &lt;br /&gt;some may, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; that you have known, it maybe not &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; that i'm talking about, that i say it's not &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;br /&gt;in the other hand, it maybe the real &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;mean what? mean you've never ever known &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;who i really am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you know, some may, all &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; that you see, &lt;br /&gt;it's just a crazy thing i did to make you think that it's &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;indeed i'm probably not like what you think.&lt;br /&gt;as i said, that crying little girl, she maybe the real &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; that you all know.. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;is just a puppetry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get up and look at the mirror again. look in her eyes deeply.&lt;br /&gt;she's gonna give you a brighter smile and says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;everything doesn't have to be like what it seems to be&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219236601416398127-1046054133521513890?l=napnapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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what if it's gone? &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;could you stand on it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not me, not me. actually i can't. &lt;br /&gt;i can't stand here watching things i love fade out and die away.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know but i, i think i'm so sensitive. if i feel love, i'll love so much, &lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;almost die&lt;/span&gt; when it says goodbye to me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one song of the eagles says that love will keep us alive,&lt;br /&gt;but what if it's not same as the lyrics? &lt;br /&gt;real life hasn't have to be like what you dream about at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who knows? someday the love that used to keep you alive,&lt;br /&gt;it may make you kinda dead too.&lt;br /&gt;dead by your side, dead without anyone near you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;dead with your own tears.&lt;/span&gt; cry, cry and cry with yourself,&lt;br /&gt;and then you go to ask your deep down side again, &lt;br /&gt;huh, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;why did i love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you love though you already know,&lt;br /&gt;that in the last it will&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; leave you behind the teardrops?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is that the way love supposed to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many times, i ask myself again and again, love.. for what?&lt;br /&gt;do you really want love if it still hurt your feeling a lot? &lt;br /&gt;the old me said yes, but now.. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;i say no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i look at the one i lost and laugh for the way i was.&lt;br /&gt;there's no one to blame accept me and myself. what did i take away?&lt;br /&gt;now, there's nothing i can hold. no real tears to cry.&lt;br /&gt;cause i just can't breath life back into lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sad enough, i'm pathetic enough,&lt;br /&gt;and i lost my tears for this &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;shit thing&lt;/span&gt; enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if love keeps on hurting me, i choose to be alone as always,&lt;br /&gt;instead of having someone &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;comes to my life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;makes me cry like a child&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219236601416398127-4507997697982956465?l=napnapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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have you been alright?&lt;br /&gt;could you remember me? could you remember who loves you most?&lt;br /&gt;when you're tired, is there anybody cheer you up?&lt;br /&gt;when you're feeling blue, is there anybody hold your hand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;is there anybody love you like i do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to hope that someday i may have you back again,&lt;br /&gt;but yeah, i know that it can't be true too.&lt;br /&gt;cause you've told that&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; you don't love me anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i know, even though i show the way i truly feel inside,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you won't come back anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;there's no you around here anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything we had maybe gone but&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; it&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;will never be forgotten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rose you gave me on valentine's day, now&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;it's still here.&lt;br /&gt;it makes me happy everytime i pick it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;although it's just the simple one dead flower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the puppy doll you gave me on my birthday, it's still here too.&lt;br /&gt;i hold it every night before i sleep,&lt;br /&gt;cause it is the one thing that can make me feel that you never leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;although it's just the simple old doll.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember every breath you take, every move you make,&lt;br /&gt;every word you say, every day you stay.&lt;br /&gt;can't you see? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you're so much important to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;whatever i do, wherever i go, whoever i meet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's only your pictures in my head,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;and however i try,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;i do remember,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;cause&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;just can't forget you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;time may take us apart. that's true, but i will always be there for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're in my heart and you'll be in my dreams,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter how many miles between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i promise you that i won't forget the day we kissed or the day we met.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sky may fall and the stars may too. but i will still love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like i always write something like this every year&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;every valentine's day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause everything inside never comes out right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you don't have to love me back, i'm happy just loving you.&lt;br /&gt;you will always be the one i love. the one i'm thinking of.&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; the one who can make my world go round.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;without you near me, there's no meaning at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;i miss you so bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219236601416398127-8994332615049059714?l=napnapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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