tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58284048158181508012011-07-08T03:56:40.170-07:00one of a kindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17624660244434243303noreply@blogger.comBlogger51100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828404815818150801.post-25203897632405664712009-09-07T10:09:00.000-07:002010-06-13T02:33:55.134-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wC-Gx-aqQTI/SqU-5df_MJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/L2C5tHmaOYY/s1600-h/rudy+bintan+trip.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wC-Gx-aqQTI/SqU-5df_MJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/L2C5tHmaOYY/s320/rudy+bintan+trip.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378774486856183954" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5828404815818150801-2520389763240566471?l=oneofakind351.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>one of a kindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17624660244434243303noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828404815818150801.post-86668452631158922902009-09-07T10:07:00.000-07:002009-09-07T10:08:33.102-07:00When did my feelings get so deep<br />Why did they take that big long leap<br />Going from friend to crush<br />What a rush<br />And I don't think she knows<br /><br />Since when did her smile make me go weak<br />Since when did her tears make mine start to leak<br />Why does this happen when I'm always so strong<br />When people called me Superman I guess they were wrong<br />And I don't think she knows<br /><br />When she talks I cant help but watch her lips<br />To notice their shape and curves when they dip<br />Wait, why am I looking? I don't even know<br />And I cant help but wonder if she even knows<br /><br />Her beautiful eyes are nothing like ours<br />They're so deep and bright you'd believe they were stars<br />They pour forth emotions in raging rivers<br />They could make even me believe that Santa always delivers<br />And still she has no idea<br /><br />Her body is perfection though she denies it<br />It makes my head spin with every glance I give<br />She could put any man under her spell<br />But she doesn't know how I feel and I don't think I'll tell<br /><br />I love how she looks and who she is<br />And how she makes me feel like this<br />I love how she's beautiful and smart with a heart so strong<br />And how she lives every day like nothing could go wrong<br />Still she hasn't got a clue<br /><br />Now school is at an end on the 11th at noon<br />I wonder if she cares that I'm moving soon<br />We're parting that day after schools many months<br />I just wish I could have kissed her just once<br /><br />Now that I've said it with my poetic skill<br />I don't think she knew, and now she never will<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5828404815818150801-8666845263115892290?l=oneofakind351.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>one of a kindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17624660244434243303noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828404815818150801.post-75353703491165781342009-09-07T10:00:00.000-07:002009-09-07T10:04:17.545-07:00I knew from the beginning<br />That you were just a flirt,<br />But yet I fell in love with you<br />Knowing I'd be hurt.<br /><br />I thought that I could tie you down<br />And make you love just one<br />But how could I do something<br />No one else had ever done.<br /><br />I know you'll never love me<br />And I'm trying not to cry<br />For I must find the strength somehow<br />To kiss your lips goodbye<br /><br />When you ask for me again<br />You'll find I won't be there<br />I want a love to call my own<br />Not one I have to share.<br /><br />For I must hide my broken heart<br />Beneath a laughing face<br />And though you think I never cared<br />No one can take your place<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5828404815818150801-7535370349116578134?l=oneofakind351.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>one of a kindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17624660244434243303noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828404815818150801.post-62742942222229749812009-09-07T09:30:00.001-07:002009-09-07T09:47:04.606-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">hi to all<br />my blog is about<br />why i thing so why am i thing....<br />today i will be talking friends why is a<br />friend is it some to play with or talk with or<br />to ?????????????????????????????????????????????or..<br /></span></span></span>It takes a friend<br />to pick you up when you fall,<br />It takes a good friends<br />to pick you up and wipe away the tears<br />It takes a best friend<br />to laugh in your face</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5828404815818150801-6274294222222974981?l=oneofakind351.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>one of a kindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17624660244434243303noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828404815818150801.post-88210785896675904082009-09-07T09:30:00.000-07:002009-09-07T09:31:14.164-07:00<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5828404815818150801-8821078589667590408?l=oneofakind351.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>one of a kindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17624660244434243303noreply@blogger.com1