3.3.12
Summer wine - The corrs and Bono (with lyrics)
Bono nhấn Andrea nặng quá, làm cổ bị người quá. The faierie có thể tạo ra thứ mật ngọt đêm hè mê dại giọng ca phải mê hoặc hơn, và phải là kẻ đi quyến rũ chứ không phải bị quyến rũ dù cho sự hấp dẫn chết người của Bono là không thể bị phủ nhận.
2.3.12
25.1.12
24.11.11
Because someone needs to know I'm still alive.



it's no longer, the fight between me and this world .
because I'm safe now, there's one heart near to mine
I'm one human being with arms with feet and heart
with ears with mouth and eyes. To work. To walk .
To love to hear and speak and love, again. I laugh .
I cry I shout I yell there're tears and all the bruises
But they're proof I'm alive. And even though I'm crying
It's because I want to be happy. I'm not as half optimistic as you are.
I'm optimistic as twice. I feel things as they are, and I fight for it.
1.11.11
Tue 3:32PM 1st November 2011

hello love, very very very loved puppy dog of mine.
I'm writing here to you not there , you know where. Because this is something means to us. I don't have that lots of the hearts and kisses or whatever spraying all over facebook. But I myself, and I hope you, too, know that You are in my heart, somewhere in the middle, somewhere a little bit above to the right, where I'm usually love seeing you making loud stupid laugh, and more usually, feel " AHHHHH GÂU'S going to scold me when I'm this lazy!!' .
It was strange what brought us together. That story of us, I need to fix it, right? One copy for you, one for me. That never left my mind. Nothing has ever left my mind at all. I know lately I've been distant. But I'm not leaving, not a little bit, not even at all (And we both know damn both clear that you're much more problem free without me bleehh ;p )
But yup, I'm one very young soul in this very very strange world. I just need a little some time now to rearrange things in my place. Then get back to life, and you dear, my loved, loved much loved puppy dog. :)
10.10.11
MON 12:38AM 10TH OCTOBER 2011

So so many places
So so many days
So so many things
So so many persons
So so many tears
So so many laughters
So so many love
So so many hate
So so many closed eyes
So so many wide open ones
So so many sleepy days
and So so many sleepless nights.
countless joy and countless pain.
they were real.
they are.
they are fire.
23.9.11
11.9.11
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