<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216277</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:42:05.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>私の夢の谷</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Amaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328118248809643705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>94</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216277.post-116196076704079652</id><published>2006-10-27T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T22:52:47.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love or Romance</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I received an email from a friend of mine who lived abroad. She has this fondness to forward emails about family values, women’s plight, child abuses and the nice chaotic environment our brothers managed to land in. Here is part of her email, truncated:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Never save something for a special occasion. Every day in your life is a special occasion". I still think those words changed my life. Now I read more and clean less. I sit on the porch without worrying about anything. I spend more time with my family, and less at work. I use crystal glasses every day...  I'll wear new clothes to go to the supermarket if I feel like it. I don't save my special perfume for special occasion; I use it whenever I want to. The words "Someday..." and "One Day..." are fading away from my dictionary.  If it's worth seeing, listening or doing, I want to see, listen, or do it now. I don't know what my friend's wife would have done if she knew she wouldn't be there the next morning, this nobody can tell. I think she might have called her relatives and closest friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, for us ordinary people, our reaction would be to head our pointer towards the “Forward” button and pressed home. I was not exceptional. I was halfway forwarding the email when something hit me inside my head. Was I programmed to forward these simple facts of life that by right should be imbued in everyone? It struck me how we inadvertently created this surplus dependency to be reminded of such sensible, day-to-day values. Why do we need other people to tap in our memory the most important thing in life – Life itself? It is by circulating these email, it renders us completion as human being. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This launched me to a few hours of what I always fondly refer to as my mental rumination. I was in fact, in a deep, pensive mood myself that stemmed from this agitated necessity to reevaluate life – or rather my life as a whole. I had just ended ten years of infatuation with a certain someone and had been quite discouraged to participate in any social functions – read: staying home, weeping, talking to my cats, staying up late just staring at the ceiling and wondering why on earth I feel so wretched. I should feel liberated; I can move on. I can finally put a stop to the restiveness that plagued me for years. I found solace in thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did I see in him? It began in an early morning rush to lecture hall when I stumbled upon a young man playing basketball. It was not his physical attributes that attracted me; it was his psyche – some strange vibes that I picked up from him. That fascination changed into something deeper and lasted for years. It was, as I assumed, what people would call as soul-mate; the way we are able to delve deep into each others heart and put whatever demon causing chaos there at rest. I had deep love for this basketball boy and I was ever hoping that it would bud into romance.  It never happens. I realized, after all these years, what I have been feeling was not love in the true sense of love. Before I instigate into my own private mental cud-chewing outlook on love, let’s get to the basic. What is love? What is romance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the Cambridge Advanced Learner’s Dictionary, love can be defined as (v) to have strong feelings of affection for another adult and be romantically and sexually attracted to them, or to feel great affection for a friend or person in your family; or (n) strong feelings of attraction towards, and affection for, another adult, or great affection for a friend or family member. Romance, on the other hand, is defined as (n) a close, usually short relationship of love between two people’ or (n) a love story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my understanding, after several days of researching and numerous conversations with quite a few people, I concluded that romance is a concept based on love or the circumstances of love; whilst love is an attitude, an aptitude, an outlook of life, a quality of being.  While romance is what we mostly encounter in movies, songs and books, and most of us fondly refer to when we are in a relationship(s), love is the essence that gives sustenance to romance. Without love, romance is nothing. A friend of mine cited romance is a gift that can be a curse if it is not considered within the realms of reality. How many of us women dreamt of being swept off of our feet by our knight in shining armor (admit it, you suckers!)? What with that sigh when someone mentioned Brad Pitt or Tom Welling, or Clark Gable for older generations? Don’t we want to be in love with someone like that? I suppose its elusiveness explains its allures and the fascination with it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grew up with Mills &amp; Boon, the Clayborne brothers of Julie Garwood, Jude Devereaux, Eternal Flame, Madonna, Against All Odds, Blue Lagoon… romance was everywhere I read, heard or looked. Understandably this would explain why most people are misled to believe the notion that romance is in actuality love. Romance is love and love is romance. Tut-tut. Wrong. It took me close to seven years to finally apprehend that to love is to be free from personal gratification we sought whenever we embarked in a relationship. We were deceived into believing the love shown in movies, or heard in a song, was true love. Love is about being able to open your heart for the sorrow and joy of being human, and when its time to let go, we would do so with honor and dignity, and continue living.  Love is never selfish. It is not about what we will gain or how we want to be loved. It is about how we want to love others minus expecting anything in return. It enables us to see all the goods in someone and at the same time aware of the bads. Love is limitless, alive and freeing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romance, I found, is too clingy. We can not live without the person that we love (or thought we love), we are drunk with their presence, and we are obsessed to please them. And when the romance sizzled out, we lamented the lack of sunlight in our life (by means their presence is the source of light to the otherwise dismal life we are doomed to have); we refused ourselves the joy of companionship, of being happy, of being alive. We felt bereft of humanity without the others. We became lesser creation of God when the relationship ended. Life is less lovable when romance dies. Do we actually choose to let this to happen and doom ourselves to a lifetime of flourishing pain, feed with memories of what had been and what could and should have been? All these ‘ifs’, should have and could have – do we really need them in our life? You hold the answer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, I do not scorn those who idolized romance and sworn by it. Those who have romance in abundance and still maintain their sobriety are indeed lucky. But those who, like me, either lost it, could only dreamt of it or just don’t know what romance is, are neither lesser loved nor less equipped to love and to be loved. We must see that while romance inspires, love endures. As a friend pointed out, romance is just like a lavish meal of foie gras and caviar. It gives you a different sense of fulfillment which humble rice cannot, but it is the rice that will keep us full day in – day out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my insight tapped me into reality, I could see that I had also fallen victim to this concept of love. This infectious idea called romance. I believed that what I felt towards this boy was true love and the pain that I am suffering now, per se verifies that love. On the hindsight, are these pains necessary to assure one that it is love that one is feeling? Quite the contrary, I found pain very cumbersome. It hinders me from what little joy there is to experience and share in this world. It clouds my vision to what important to me – Life. My family. It rejects me as a loving person and it belittles my ability to love without having a loving relationship. It fosters hatred to everything lovable in this world. They said love and hatred are two opposite face of the same coin. How then to make love whole, and keeping hate at bay, not totally annihilate? Reject hate. Hatred consumes us like a disease that will turn minutes into hours. We will be entrapped in time as cycles of love and hatred encircle us. Our heart can not be free of the past. Only after we are able to deny hate do we are able to be free from time, and therefore the past. It can not enslave us once we have the understanding to denounce hate and embrace the truth of human flaws – our own imperfection. Only then we can be free of pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As understanding begins to simmer, it sends delicious warm sensation all over me and I can feel emancipation flows from within. Though it still laced with the ever-familiar pain of heartbreak, I find it strangely soothing. Like the feeling of my mother’s arm wrapping around me and with gentle voice, telling me that the boogieman is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Bea Maria ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216277-116196076704079652?l=valleyofmydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/feeds/116196076704079652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216277&amp;postID=116196076704079652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/116196076704079652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/116196076704079652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/2006/10/love-or-romance.html' title='Love or Romance'/><author><name>Amaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328118248809643705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216277.post-116196049446116565</id><published>2006-10-27T22:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T23:00:42.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letting Go of Unavailable People - By Robert Burney</title><content type='html'>--- i guess this is what i need to do :(  ----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In our disease defense system we build up huge walls to protect ourselves and then - as soon as we meet someone who will help us to repeat our patterns of abuse, abandonment, betrayal, and/or deprivation - we lower the drawbridge and invite them in.  We, in our Codependence, have radar systems which cause us to be attracted to, and attract to us, the people, who for us personally, are exactly the most untrustworthy (or unavailable or smothering or abusive or whatever we need to repeat our patterns) individuals - exactly the ones who will "push our buttons."  &lt;br /&gt;This happens because those people feel familiar.  Unfortunately in childhood the people whom we trusted the most - were the most familiar - hurt us the most.  So the effect is that we keep repeating our patterns and being given the reminder that it is not safe to trust ourselves or other people . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we begin healing we can see that the Truth is that it is not safe to trust as long as we are reacting out of the emotional wounds and attitudes of our childhoods.  Once we start Recovering, then we can begin to see that on a Spiritual level these repeating behavior patterns are opportunities to heal the childhood wounds." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I spent most of my life being the victim of my own thoughts, my own emotions, my own behaviors.  I was consistently picking untrustworthy people to trust and unavailable people to love.  I could not trust my own emotions because I was incapable of being honest with myself emotionally - which made me incapable of Truly being honest on any level." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(All quotes in this color are from Codependence: The Dance of Wounded Souls)&lt;br /&gt;Codependency is an incredibly insidious, treacherous dis-ease.  It is a compulsively reactive condition in which our ego programming from childhood dictates how we live our lives today.  As long as we are not in recovery from our codependency, we are powerless to make clear choices in discerning rather someone we are attracted to is a available for a healthy relationship - we are in fact, doomed to keep repeating patterns.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotionally we are drawn to people who feel familiar on an energetic level.  That is, people who, on an emotional vibrational level, resonate with us as being familiar.  It feels to us as if we have a strong connection to those people.  In other words, we have an inner radar system that causes us to be attracted to people who resonate vibrationally in a way that is familiar on an emotionally intimate level.  We are attracted to people whose inner emotional dynamic is similar to our most powerful and earliest experience of emotional intimacy and love - our parents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how much we are making an effort on a conscious level to not pick anyone like our parents, energetically we feel a strong attraction to people whose inner emotional dynamic is similar to our first experience of love.  It was very important for me to get aware of the reality that if I met someone who felt like my soul mate, I had better watch out.  Those are exactly the people who will fit my patterns - recreate my wounding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was very important for me to recognize the power of this type of attraction.  And also to realize, that on a Spiritual level, these people were teachers who were in my life to help me get in touch with my childhood wounds.  It was vital for me to start being aware that if I met someone who felt like my soul mate it did not mean we were going to live happily ever after.  What it meant was that I was being given another wonderful, and painful, opportunity for growth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becoming conscious of these emotional energetic dynamics was a very important part of owning my power.  My power to make choices, to accept consequences, to take responsibility for my choices and consequences - and to not buy into the belief that I was being victimized by the other person, or my own defectiveness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recognizing unavailability in the other person does not mean that I have to let go of the relationship - at least not immediately, it could be something I will decide to do eventually.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is so important, is to let go of focusing on that person as the cause of, or solution to, my problems.  As long as we are focusing on the other person and buying into the illusion that if we just:  work a little harder;  lose some more weight;  make some more money;  do and/or say the right things;  whatever;  that person will change and be everything we want them to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Codependents focus on others to keep from looking at self.  We need to let go of focusing on the other person and start focusing inside to understand what is happening.  Our adult patterns, the people we have been in relationship with, are symptoms - effects of our childhood wounding.  We cannot solve a problem without looking at the cause.  Focusing on symptoms (which our society is famous for:  war on drugs;  war on poverty: etc.) will not heal the cause. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason that we get involved with people who are unavailable, is because we are unavailable.  We are attracted to people who feel familiar because on some level we are still trying to prove our worth by earning the Love and respect of our unavailable parents.  We think we are going to rescue the other person which will prove our worth - or that we need them to rescue us because of our lack of worth.  The princess will kiss me and turn me from a frog into a prince, the prince will rescue me and take me to live in the castle, syndrome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to own our own worth - our own "Prince or Princess" ness - before we can be available for a healthy relationship with some one who has owned their own worth.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not possible to love someone enough to get them to stop hating, and being unavailable, to them self.  We need to let go of that delusion.  We need to focus on healing our self - on understanding and healing the emotional wounds that have driven us to pick people who could not give us what we want emotionally.  We need to develop some healthy emotional intimacy with ourselves before we are capable of being available for a healthy relationships with someone who is also available.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216277-116196049446116565?l=valleyofmydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/feeds/116196049446116565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216277&amp;postID=116196049446116565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/116196049446116565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/116196049446116565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/2006/10/letting-go-of-unavailable-people-by.html' title='Letting Go of Unavailable People - By Robert Burney'/><author><name>Amaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328118248809643705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216277.post-116195985366302133</id><published>2006-10-27T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T22:37:33.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Journey of Letting Go</title><content type='html'>of late, i have been disturbed by Grey's apparitions.. its like an old movie playing in my head.. with the whirrring sounds of the film reel very much remind me that it has been almost 10 years since that morning.. sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it too much to ask to forget, dear Lord???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216277-116195985366302133?l=valleyofmydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/feeds/116195985366302133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216277&amp;postID=116195985366302133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/116195985366302133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/116195985366302133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/2006/10/journey-of-letting-go.html' title='The Journey of Letting Go'/><author><name>Amaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328118248809643705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216277.post-116195905038268075</id><published>2006-10-27T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T22:24:10.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Children arent pets u can give up to SPCA!</title><content type='html'>http://miassavinggrace.blogspot.com/2006/02/finding-closure.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goal here is to find a way to invent closure and apply it to a situation that was never resolved for me. How do you close something that has never been opened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have waited around for almost six years, &lt;strong&gt;hoping my birthfamily might have a change of heart and want to meet, or perhaps dare I say it, get to know me&lt;/strong&gt;. I feel like the Elephant Man (or woman in this case) screaming "I AM NOT AN ANIMAL!" How pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coincidently this morning Zaki the IT kid told me of a tragic and sad story of her neighbours. You see.. this woman was a divorcee with 2 kids. then she met a guy - another divorcee with 2 kids *oh what a match! u might say * - fell in love and got married. u might think they will sail away to the horizon, living hapily ever after. dude, thts only happen in fairy tales - and even fairy tales can have grim ending -- The Matchstick Girl??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the new husband apparently disliked his new wife's children.. well dislike is too soft a word to justify his act - he ordered them to be sent to the orphanage.. WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH THIS GUY???? and ya know.. the new wife.. sent the kids to orphanage! WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH THE MOTHER??? WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH THESE PEOPLE??? i always believe that when u marry somebody - u marry that person in his/er totality - present, past and future. and we're talking about children - school kids - here.. not some momento as grim reminder of the other half's past affairs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cannot.. for the life of me.. accept that.. its just sooo inhuman.. tantamount to abuse! they are abusing their children's life by denying them the love of a family! the woman, i found out, is a home-maker and not highly educated.. on her point of view, she needs the husband for her survival.. but she also must put priority to her kids. okay, so she sent them to orphanage for their own good.. i dont subscribe to that.. its just not right.. no one has the right to ask a woman to give up her children just becos he doesnt like the fact that their not his own flesh n blood..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children are gift from God.. its so sad those who claim to be righteous and pious are the ones who treated God's beautiful gift with such insult&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216277-116195905038268075?l=valleyofmydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/feeds/116195905038268075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216277&amp;postID=116195905038268075' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/116195905038268075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/116195905038268075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/2006/10/children-arent-pets-u-can-give-up-to.html' title='Children arent pets u can give up to SPCA!'/><author><name>Amaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328118248809643705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216277.post-116193195837877545</id><published>2006-10-27T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T14:52:38.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marriage</title><content type='html'>marriage..is so over-rated...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216277-116193195837877545?l=valleyofmydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/feeds/116193195837877545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216277&amp;postID=116193195837877545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/116193195837877545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/116193195837877545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/2006/10/marriage.html' title='Marriage'/><author><name>Amaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328118248809643705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216277.post-116187709887709915</id><published>2006-10-26T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T23:38:18.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love you</title><content type='html'>i love you&lt;br /&gt;i love you&lt;br /&gt;i love you&lt;br /&gt;i love you&lt;br /&gt;i love you&lt;br /&gt;i love you&lt;br /&gt;i love you&lt;br /&gt;i love you&lt;br /&gt;i love you&lt;br /&gt;i love you&lt;br /&gt;i love you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216277-116187709887709915?l=valleyofmydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/feeds/116187709887709915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216277&amp;postID=116187709887709915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/116187709887709915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/116187709887709915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-love-you.html' title='i love you'/><author><name>Amaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328118248809643705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216277.post-116187504304282173</id><published>2006-10-26T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T16:48:47.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Grey</title><content type='html'>Grey..&lt;br /&gt;mungkin kerana lebaran ini maka aku teringatkanmu.. lantas memori bermain2 di kepala.. teringat setiap tutur katamu yang dulu.. alas... aku bagai mammoth.. dengan memori berjuta2 gigabyte..&lt;br /&gt;ada masanya aku menangis dan berdoa supaya Tuhan padamkan nama dan wajahmu.. 10 tahun.. ah, bagaimana mungkin..&lt;br /&gt;the ultimate love is the one that requires no possession...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i love you, Grey..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216277-116187504304282173?l=valleyofmydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/feeds/116187504304282173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216277&amp;postID=116187504304282173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/116187504304282173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/116187504304282173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-grey.html' title='My Grey'/><author><name>Amaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328118248809643705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216277.post-116187422299696598</id><published>2006-10-26T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T22:50:22.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kemaafan</title><content type='html'>Kemaafan... terlalu susah untuk diluahkan... terlalu payah untuk mengiyakan kesalahan diri dan menerima sebagai sebahagian daripada diri kita.. as human being..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kemaafan untuk diri sendiri.. aku tidak perlu menghukum diri sendiri untuk selama-lamanya.. cukup sudah apa yang telah terjadi sebagai rentetan kisah hidup ku.. i am not proud of what i did.. but the knowledge that i am human..sekurang-kurangnya menjadikan aku sebagai siapa diri aku ketika ini..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kakak,&lt;br /&gt;mungkin terlalu susah untuk melupakan apa yang terjadi.. namun harus keegoan diketepikan demi ibu.. dan adikmu ini.. semakin jauh dari family.. kerana tidak lagi rasa diri ini kepunyaan keluarga.. seolah2 diri ini..bukan sebahagian keluargamu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lantas kemaafan.. terlalu mahal harganya buatmu, kakak...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216277-116187422299696598?l=valleyofmydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/feeds/116187422299696598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216277&amp;postID=116187422299696598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/116187422299696598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/116187422299696598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/2006/10/kemaafan.html' title='kemaafan'/><author><name>Amaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328118248809643705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216277.post-115971753281574538</id><published>2006-10-01T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T23:45:32.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JEWEL - Foolish Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c375/words_are_jewel/inter_Shueisha_Wallpaper2003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c375/words_are_jewel/inter_Shueisha_Wallpaper2003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Foolish Games"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You took your coat off and stood in the rain,&lt;br /&gt;You're always crazy like that.&lt;br /&gt;And I watched from my window,&lt;br /&gt;Always felt I was outside looking in on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're always the mysterious one with&lt;br /&gt;Dark eyes and careless hair,&lt;br /&gt;You were fashionably sensitive&lt;br /&gt;But too cool to care.&lt;br /&gt;You stood in my doorway,&lt;br /&gt;with nothing to say&lt;br /&gt;Besides some comment on the weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Pre-Chorus 1]&lt;br /&gt;Well in case you failed to notice,&lt;br /&gt;In case you failed to see,&lt;br /&gt;This is my heart bleeding before you,&lt;br /&gt;This is me down on my knees, and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;These foolish games are tearing me apart,&lt;br /&gt;And your thoughtless words are breaking my heart.&lt;br /&gt;You're breaking my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're always brilliant in the morning,&lt;br /&gt;Smoking your cigarettes and talking over coffee.Y&lt;br /&gt;our philosophies on art, Baroque moved you.&lt;br /&gt;You loved Mozart and you'd speak of your loved ones&lt;br /&gt;As I clumsily strummed my guitar.&lt;br /&gt;You'd teach me of honest things,&lt;br /&gt;Things that were daring, things that were clean.&lt;br /&gt;Things that knew what an honest dollar did mean.&lt;br /&gt;I hid my soiled hands behind my back.&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere along the line, I must've gone Off track with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Pre-Chorus 2]&lt;br /&gt;Well, excuse me, guess I've mistaken you for somebody else,&lt;br /&gt;Somebody who gave a damn,&lt;br /&gt;Somebody more like myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;You took your coat off,&lt;br /&gt;Stood in the rain,&lt;br /&gt;You're always crazy like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216277-115971753281574538?l=valleyofmydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/feeds/115971753281574538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216277&amp;postID=115971753281574538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/115971753281574538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/115971753281574538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/2006/10/jewel-foolish-game.html' title='JEWEL - Foolish Game'/><author><name>Amaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328118248809643705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216277.post-115971686922240048</id><published>2006-10-01T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T23:34:29.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JASON MRAZ - You And I Both</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c375/words_are_jewel/GL0100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c375/words_are_jewel/GL0100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You And I Both"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it you who spoke the words&lt;br /&gt;that things would happen but not to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh things are gonna happen naturally&lt;br /&gt;Oh taking your advice&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking on the bright side&lt;br /&gt;And balancing the whole thing&lt;br /&gt;But often times those words get tangled up in lines&lt;br /&gt;And the bright lights turn to night&lt;br /&gt;Until the dawn it brings&lt;br /&gt;Another day to sing about the magic that was you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you and I both loved&lt;br /&gt;What you and I spoke of&lt;br /&gt;And others just read of&lt;br /&gt;Others only read of the love, the love that I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See I'm all about them words&lt;br /&gt;Over numbers, unencumbered numbered words&lt;br /&gt;Hundreds of pages, pages, pages forwards&lt;br /&gt;More words then I had ever heard and I feel so alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you and I both loved&lt;br /&gt;What you and I spoke of&lt;br /&gt;And others just dream of&lt;br /&gt;And if you could see me now,&lt;br /&gt;Oh love, no&lt;br /&gt;You and I, you and I&lt;br /&gt;Not so little you and I anymore, mmm...&lt;br /&gt;And with this silence brings a moral story&lt;br /&gt;More importantly evolving is the glory of a boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you and I both loved&lt;br /&gt;What you and I spoke of&lt;br /&gt;And others just dream of&lt;br /&gt;And if you could see me now&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm almost finally out of&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally out of&lt;br /&gt;Finally deedeedeedee&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm almost finally, finally&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm free, oh, I'm free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's okay if you have go away&lt;br /&gt;Oh just remember the telephone works both ways&lt;br /&gt;And if I never ever hear them ring&lt;br /&gt;If nothing else I'll think the bells inside&lt;br /&gt;Have finally found you someone else and that's okay&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'll remember everything you sang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you and I both loved what you and I spoke of&lt;br /&gt;and others just read of and if you could see now&lt;br /&gt;well I'm almost finally out of.&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally out of,&lt;br /&gt;finally, deedeeededede&lt;br /&gt;well I'm almost finally,&lt;br /&gt;finally, out of words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216277-115971686922240048?l=valleyofmydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/feeds/115971686922240048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216277&amp;postID=115971686922240048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/115971686922240048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/115971686922240048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/2006/10/jason-mraz-you-and-i-both.html' title='JASON MRAZ - You And I Both'/><author><name>Amaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328118248809643705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216277.post-115968149663376748</id><published>2006-10-01T12:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T13:44:56.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JAMIE CULLUM - Singin in the rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c375/words_are_jewel/23ab6bc6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c375/words_are_jewel/23ab6bc6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Singing In The Rain"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm singing in the rain&lt;br /&gt;Just singing in the rain&lt;br /&gt;What a glorious feeling&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy again&lt;br /&gt;I'm laughing at clouds&lt;br /&gt;So dark up above&lt;br /&gt;The sun's in my heart&lt;br /&gt;And I'm ready for love&lt;br /&gt;For love&lt;br /&gt;Let the stormy clouds chase&lt;br /&gt;Everyone from the place&lt;br /&gt;Come on with the rain&lt;br /&gt;I've a smile on my face&lt;br /&gt;I'll walk down the lane&lt;br /&gt;With a happy refrain&lt;br /&gt;Singing, singing in the rain&lt;br /&gt;In the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm singing in the rain&lt;br /&gt;Just singing in the rain&lt;br /&gt;What a glorious feeling&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy again&lt;br /&gt;I walk down the lane&lt;br /&gt;With a happy refrain&lt;br /&gt;I'm singing, singing in the rain&lt;br /&gt;In the rain&lt;br /&gt;In the rain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216277-115968149663376748?l=valleyofmydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/feeds/115968149663376748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216277&amp;postID=115968149663376748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/115968149663376748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/115968149663376748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/2006/10/jamie-cullum-singin-in-rain.html' title='JAMIE CULLUM - Singin in the rain'/><author><name>Amaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328118248809643705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216277.post-115967842624275345</id><published>2006-10-01T12:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T12:53:46.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GROOVE COVERAGE - The Last Unicorn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c375/words_are_jewel/enchanted.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c375/words_are_jewel/enchanted.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The Last Unicorn”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the last eagle flies&lt;br /&gt;Over the last crumbling mountain&lt;br /&gt;And the last lion roars&lt;br /&gt;At the last dusty fountain&lt;br /&gt;In the shadow of the forest&lt;br /&gt;Though she may be old and worn&lt;br /&gt;They will stare unbelieving&lt;br /&gt;At the last unicorn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the first breath of winter&lt;br /&gt;Through the flowers is icing&lt;br /&gt;And you look to the north&lt;br /&gt;And a pale moon is rising&lt;br /&gt;And it seems like all is dying&lt;br /&gt;And would leave the world to mourn&lt;br /&gt;In the distance hear her laughter&lt;br /&gt;Of the last unicorn&lt;br /&gt;I'm alive... I'm alive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the last moon is cast&lt;br /&gt;Over the last star of morning&lt;br /&gt;And the future has past&lt;br /&gt;Without even a last desperate warning&lt;br /&gt;Then look into the sky where through&lt;br /&gt;The clouds a path is formed&lt;br /&gt;Look and see her how she sparkles&lt;br /&gt;It's the last unicorn&lt;br /&gt;I'm alive... I'm alive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216277-115967842624275345?l=valleyofmydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/feeds/115967842624275345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216277&amp;postID=115967842624275345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/115967842624275345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/115967842624275345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/2006/10/groove-coverage-last-unicorn.html' title='GROOVE COVERAGE - The Last Unicorn'/><author><name>Amaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328118248809643705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216277.post-115963410402932627</id><published>2006-10-01T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T00:35:04.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NATALIE IMBRUGLIA - Torn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c375/words_are_jewel/Naruto2173wp30_1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c375/words_are_jewel/Naruto2173wp30_1024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Torn”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I saw a man brought to life&lt;br /&gt;He was warm, he came around like he was dignified&lt;br /&gt;He showed me what it was to cry&lt;br /&gt;Well you couldnt be that man I adored&lt;br /&gt;You dont seem to know, dont seem to care what your heart is for&lt;br /&gt;But I dont know him anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres nothing where he used to lie&lt;br /&gt;My conversation has run dry&lt;br /&gt;Thats whats going on, nothings fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im torn&lt;br /&gt;Im all out of faith, this is how I feel&lt;br /&gt;Im cold and I am shamed&lt;br /&gt;lying naked on the floor&lt;br /&gt;Illusion never changed into something real&lt;br /&gt;Im wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn&lt;br /&gt;Youre a little late, Im already torn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess the fortune tellers right&lt;br /&gt;Should have seen just what was there and not some holy light&lt;br /&gt;To crawl beneath my veins and now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont care, I have no luck,&lt;br /&gt;I dont miss it all that much&lt;br /&gt;Theres just so many things that I cant touch,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im torn&lt;br /&gt;Im all out of faith, this is how I feel&lt;br /&gt;Im cold and I am shamed&lt;br /&gt;lying naked on the floor&lt;br /&gt;Illusion never changed into something real&lt;br /&gt;Im wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn&lt;br /&gt;Youre a little late, Im already torn.&lt;br /&gt;..torn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres nothing where he used to lie&lt;br /&gt;My inspiration has run dry&lt;br /&gt;Thats whats going on, nothings right,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im torn&lt;br /&gt;Im all out of faith, this is how I feel&lt;br /&gt;Im cold and I am shamed&lt;br /&gt;lying naked on the floor&lt;br /&gt;Illusion never changed into something real&lt;br /&gt;Im wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn&lt;br /&gt;Im all out of faith, this is how I feel&lt;br /&gt;Im cold and Im ashamed&lt;br /&gt;bound and broken on the floor&lt;br /&gt;Youre a little late,&lt;br /&gt;Im already torn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216277-115963410402932627?l=valleyofmydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/feeds/115963410402932627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216277&amp;postID=115963410402932627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/115963410402932627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/115963410402932627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/2006/10/natalie-imbruglia-torn.html' title='NATALIE IMBRUGLIA - Torn'/><author><name>Amaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328118248809643705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216277.post-115963298306717306</id><published>2006-10-01T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T00:16:23.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOOBASTANK - The reason</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c375/words_are_jewel/32f2f47a6264d5cca57f1991fa8a2d26141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c375/words_are_jewel/32f2f47a6264d5cca57f1991fa8a2d26141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Reason"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a perfect person&lt;br /&gt;There's many things I wish I didn't do&lt;br /&gt;But I continue learning&lt;br /&gt;I never meant to do those things to you&lt;br /&gt;And so I have to say before I go&lt;br /&gt;That I just want you to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found a reason for me&lt;br /&gt;To change who I used to be&lt;br /&gt;A reason to start over new&lt;br /&gt;and the reason is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that I hurt you&lt;br /&gt;It's something I must live with everyday&lt;br /&gt;And all the pain I put you through&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I could take it all away&lt;br /&gt;And be the one who catches all your tears&lt;br /&gt;Thats why i need you to hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found a reason for me&lt;br /&gt;To change who I used to be&lt;br /&gt;A reason to start over new&lt;br /&gt;and the reason is You [x4]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a perfect person&lt;br /&gt;I never meant to do those things to you&lt;br /&gt;And so I have to say before I go&lt;br /&gt;That I just want you to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found a reason for me&lt;br /&gt;To change who I used to be&lt;br /&gt;A reason to start over new&lt;br /&gt;and the reason is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found a reason to show&lt;br /&gt;A side of me you didn't know&lt;br /&gt;A reason for all that I do&lt;br /&gt;And the reason is you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216277-115963298306717306?l=valleyofmydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/feeds/115963298306717306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216277&amp;postID=115963298306717306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/115963298306717306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/115963298306717306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/2006/10/hoobastank-reason.html' title='HOOBASTANK - The reason'/><author><name>Amaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328118248809643705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216277.post-115963260968857657</id><published>2006-10-01T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T00:10:09.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BILLIE MYERS - Kiss The Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c375/words_are_jewel/8aeabc41.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c375/words_are_jewel/8aeabc41.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Kiss The Rain”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello...&lt;br /&gt;Can you hear me&lt;br /&gt;Am I getting through to you&lt;br /&gt;Hello...&lt;br /&gt;Is it late there&lt;br /&gt;Is there laughter on the line&lt;br /&gt;Are you sure you're there alone&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I'm trying to explain&lt;br /&gt;Something's wrong&lt;br /&gt;You just don't sound the same&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you, Why don't you&lt;br /&gt;Go outside, Go outside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss the rain&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you need me&lt;br /&gt;Kiss the rain&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I'm gone too long&lt;br /&gt;If your lips feel lonely and thirsty&lt;br /&gt;Kiss the rain&lt;br /&gt;And wait for the dawn&lt;br /&gt;Keep in mind&lt;br /&gt;We're under the same sky&lt;br /&gt;And the night's&lt;br /&gt;As empty for me as for you&lt;br /&gt;If you feel&lt;br /&gt;You can't wait til morning&lt;br /&gt;Kiss the rain...&lt;br /&gt;Kiss the rain...&lt;br /&gt;Kiss the rain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello...&lt;br /&gt;Do you miss me&lt;br /&gt;I hear you say you do&lt;br /&gt;But not the way I'm missing you&lt;br /&gt;What's new&lt;br /&gt;How's the weather&lt;br /&gt;Is it stormy where you are&lt;br /&gt;You sound so close&lt;br /&gt;But it feels like you're so far&lt;br /&gt;Oh would it mean anything&lt;br /&gt;If you knew&lt;br /&gt;What I'm left imagining&lt;br /&gt;In my mind, My mind&lt;br /&gt;Would you go, Would you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss the rain...&lt;br /&gt;As you fall over me&lt;br /&gt;Think of me&lt;br /&gt;Think of me&lt;br /&gt;Think of me&lt;br /&gt;Only me&lt;br /&gt;Kiss the rain&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you need me&lt;br /&gt;Kiss the rain&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I'm gone to long&lt;br /&gt;If your lips feel hungry and tempted&lt;br /&gt;Kiss the rain&lt;br /&gt;And wait for the dawn&lt;br /&gt;Keep in mind&lt;br /&gt;We're under the same sky&lt;br /&gt;And the night's&lt;br /&gt;As empty for me as for you&lt;br /&gt;If you feel you can't wait till morning&lt;br /&gt;Kiss the rain...&lt;br /&gt;Kiss the rain...&lt;br /&gt;Kiss the rain...&lt;br /&gt;Kiss The Rain.....&lt;br /&gt;Kiss the rain,&lt;br /&gt;Kiss the rain,&lt;br /&gt;Kiss the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello...&lt;br /&gt;Can you hear me&lt;br /&gt;Can you hear me&lt;br /&gt;Can you hear me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216277-115963260968857657?l=valleyofmydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/feeds/115963260968857657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216277&amp;postID=115963260968857657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/115963260968857657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/115963260968857657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/2006/10/billie-myers-kiss-rain.html' title='BILLIE MYERS - Kiss The Rain'/><author><name>Amaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328118248809643705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216277.post-115963181092130401</id><published>2006-09-30T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T23:56:50.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GOO GOO DOLLS - Iris</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c375/words_are_jewel/girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c375/words_are_jewel/girl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="i"&gt;“Iris” &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'd give up forever to touch you&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I know that you feel me somehow&lt;br /&gt;You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want to go home right now&lt;br /&gt;And all I can taste is this moment&lt;br /&gt;And all I can breathe is your life&lt;br /&gt;'Cause sooner or later it's over&lt;br /&gt;I just don't want to miss you tonight&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want the world to see me&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I don't think that they'd understand&lt;br /&gt;When everything's made to be broken&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am&lt;br /&gt;And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming&lt;br /&gt;Or the moment of truth in your lies&lt;br /&gt;When everything feels like the movies&lt;br /&gt;And you bleed just to know you're alive&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want the world to see me&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I don't think that they'd understand&lt;br /&gt;When everything's made to be broken&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(break and solo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want the world to see me&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I don't think that they'd understand&lt;br /&gt;When everything's made to be broken&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want the world to see me&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I don't think that they'd understand&lt;br /&gt;When everything's made to be broken&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216277-115963181092130401?l=valleyofmydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/feeds/115963181092130401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216277&amp;postID=115963181092130401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/115963181092130401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/115963181092130401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/2006/09/goo-goo-dolls-iris.html' title='GOO GOO DOLLS - Iris'/><author><name>Amaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328118248809643705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216277.post-115963157947553180</id><published>2006-09-30T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T23:52:59.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EVANESCENCE - My Immortal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c375/words_are_jewel/Shaiya2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c375/words_are_jewel/Shaiya2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My Immortal"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired of being here&lt;br /&gt;Suppressed by all my childish fears&lt;br /&gt;And if you have to leave&lt;br /&gt;I wish that you would just leave&lt;br /&gt;'Cause your presence still lingers here&lt;br /&gt;And it won't leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These wounds won't seem to heal&lt;br /&gt;This pain is just too real&lt;br /&gt;There's just too much that time cannot erase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears&lt;br /&gt;When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears&lt;br /&gt;And I held your hand through all of these years&lt;br /&gt;But you still have&lt;br /&gt;All of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You used to captivate me&lt;br /&gt;By your resonating light&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm bound by the life you left behind&lt;br /&gt;Your face it haunts&lt;br /&gt;My once pleasant dreams&lt;br /&gt;Your voice it chased away&lt;br /&gt;All the sanity in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These wounds won't seem to heal&lt;br /&gt;This pain is just too real&lt;br /&gt;There's just too much that time cannot erase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone&lt;br /&gt;But though you're still with me&lt;br /&gt;I've been alone all along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216277-115963157947553180?l=valleyofmydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/feeds/115963157947553180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216277&amp;postID=115963157947553180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/115963157947553180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/115963157947553180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/2006/09/evanescence-my-immortal.html' title='EVANESCENCE - My Immortal'/><author><name>Amaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328118248809643705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216277.post-115963128027746526</id><published>2006-09-30T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T23:48:00.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHERYL CROW - I Shall Believe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c375/words_are_jewel/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c375/words_are_jewel/10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I Shall Believe"&lt;br /&gt;Come to me now&lt;br /&gt;And lay your hands over me&lt;br /&gt;Even if it's a lie&lt;br /&gt;Say it will be alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I shall believe&lt;br /&gt;I'm broken in two&lt;br /&gt;And I know you're on to me&lt;br /&gt;That I only come home&lt;br /&gt;When I'm so all alone&lt;br /&gt;But I do believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That not everything is gonna be the way&lt;br /&gt;You think it ought to be&lt;br /&gt;It seems like every time I try to make it right&lt;br /&gt;It all comes down on me&lt;br /&gt;Please say honestly you won't give up on me&lt;br /&gt;And I shall believe&lt;br /&gt;And I shall believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open the door&lt;br /&gt;And show me your face tonight&lt;br /&gt;I know it's true&lt;br /&gt;No one heals me like you&lt;br /&gt;And you hold the key&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never again&lt;br /&gt;would I turn away from you&lt;br /&gt;I'm so heavy tonight&lt;br /&gt;But your love is alright&lt;br /&gt;And I do believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That not everything is gonna be the way&lt;br /&gt;You think it ought to be&lt;br /&gt;It seems like every time I try to make it right&lt;br /&gt;It all comes down on me&lt;br /&gt;Please say honestly&lt;br /&gt;You won't give up on me&lt;br /&gt;And I shall believe&lt;br /&gt;I shall believe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216277-115963128027746526?l=valleyofmydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/feeds/115963128027746526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216277&amp;postID=115963128027746526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/115963128027746526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/115963128027746526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/2006/09/sheryl-crow-i-shall-believe.html' title='SHERYL CROW - I Shall Believe'/><author><name>Amaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328118248809643705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216277.post-115951084414085073</id><published>2006-09-29T14:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T14:20:44.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DIXIE CHICK - Landslide</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c375/words_are_jewel/Niimi-Mt_Fuji_In_Cloudsx800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c375/words_are_jewel/Niimi-Mt_Fuji_In_Cloudsx800.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Landslide Lyrics – Dixie chick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took my love and I took it down&lt;br /&gt;I climbed a mountain and I turned around&lt;br /&gt;And I saw my reflection in the snow covered hills&lt;br /&gt;Well the landslide brought me down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, mirror in the sky&lt;br /&gt;What is love&lt;br /&gt;Can the child within my heart rise above&lt;br /&gt;Can I sail thru the changing ocean tides&lt;br /&gt;Can I handle the seasons of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've been afraid of changing 'cause I built my life around you&lt;br /&gt;But time makes you bolder&lt;br /&gt;Children get older&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting older too&lt;br /&gt;Well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've been afraid of changing 'cause I built my life around you&lt;br /&gt;But time makes you bolder&lt;br /&gt;Children get older&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting older, too&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm getting older too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, take this love and take it down&lt;br /&gt;Year and if you climb a mountain and ya turn around&lt;br /&gt;And if you see my reflection in the snow-covered hills&lt;br /&gt;Well the landslide brought me down&lt;br /&gt;And if you see my reflection in the snow-covered hills&lt;br /&gt;Well maybe, Well maybe&lt;br /&gt;Well maybe the landslide will bring you down&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216277-115951084414085073?l=valleyofmydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/feeds/115951084414085073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216277&amp;postID=115951084414085073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/115951084414085073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/115951084414085073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/2006/09/dixie-chick-landslide.html' title='DIXIE CHICK - Landslide'/><author><name>Amaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328118248809643705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216277.post-115951060935843137</id><published>2006-09-29T14:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T14:18:26.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JON SECADA - "Angel"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c375/words_are_jewel/1131138631_Cold_Light.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c375/words_are_jewel/1131138631_Cold_Light.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="[IMG]http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c375/words_are_jewel/1131138631_Cold_Light.jpg[/IMG]"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ANGEL "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, I can't read the future&lt;br /&gt;But I still want to hold you close&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I need that from you&lt;br /&gt;So give me the morning&lt;br /&gt;Sharing another day with you&lt;br /&gt;Is all I want to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And baby I, I've tried to forget you&lt;br /&gt;But the light of your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Still shines like an angel&lt;br /&gt;A spirit that won't let me go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I, I didn't want to tell you&lt;br /&gt;Things I didn't wanna know myself&lt;br /&gt;I was afraid to show&lt;br /&gt;But you, you gave me a reason&lt;br /&gt;A reason to face the truth, oh yes you did&lt;br /&gt;To face the truth, face the truth&lt;br /&gt;Face the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And baby I, I've tried to forget you&lt;br /&gt;But the light of your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Still shines, shines, shines like an angel&lt;br /&gt;A spirit that won't let me go&lt;br /&gt;Won't let me go, let go of my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And baby I, I've tried to forget you&lt;br /&gt;But the light of your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Still shines like an angel&lt;br /&gt;A spirit that won't let me go&lt;br /&gt;Won't let me go, my angel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216277-115951060935843137?l=valleyofmydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/feeds/115951060935843137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216277&amp;postID=115951060935843137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/115951060935843137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/115951060935843137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/2006/09/jon-secada-angel.html' title='JON SECADA - &quot;Angel&quot;'/><author><name>Amaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328118248809643705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216277.post-115916212063818666</id><published>2006-09-25T13:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T13:28:40.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>COLDPLAY - Fix you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c375/words_are_jewel/lain_02_1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c375/words_are_jewel/lain_02_1024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fix You"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you try your best, but you don't succeed&lt;br /&gt;When you get what you want, but not what you need&lt;br /&gt;When you feel so tired, but you can't sleep&lt;br /&gt;Stuck in reverse&lt;br /&gt;When the tears come streaming down your face&lt;br /&gt;When you lose something you can't replace&lt;br /&gt;When you love someone, but it goes to waste&lt;br /&gt;Could it be worse?&lt;br /&gt;Lights will guide you home&lt;br /&gt;And ignite your bones&lt;br /&gt;And I will try to fix you&lt;br /&gt;High up above or down below&lt;br /&gt;When you're too in love to let it go&lt;br /&gt;If you never try you'll never know&lt;br /&gt;Just what you're worth&lt;br /&gt;Lights will guide you home&lt;br /&gt;And ignite your bones&lt;br /&gt;And I will try to fix you&lt;br /&gt;Tears stream down your face&lt;br /&gt;When you lose something you cannot replace&lt;br /&gt;Tears stream down your face&lt;br /&gt;And I...&lt;br /&gt;Tears stream down on your face&lt;br /&gt;I promise you I will learn from the mistakes&lt;br /&gt;Tears stream down your face&lt;br /&gt;And I...&lt;br /&gt;Lights will guide you home&lt;br /&gt;And ignite your bones&lt;br /&gt;And I will try to fix you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216277-115916212063818666?l=valleyofmydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/feeds/115916212063818666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216277&amp;postID=115916212063818666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/115916212063818666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/115916212063818666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/2006/09/coldplay-fix-you.html' title='COLDPLAY - Fix you'/><author><name>Amaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328118248809643705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216277.post-115916128768317476</id><published>2006-09-25T13:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T13:14:47.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CLIFF RICHARDS - Ocean Deep</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c375/words_are_jewel/8fb2d065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c375/words_are_jewel/8fb2d065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ocean Deep”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see I'm alone,&lt;br /&gt;Can't you give this fool a chance?&lt;br /&gt;A little love is all I ask,&lt;br /&gt;A little kindness in the night.&lt;br /&gt;Please don't leave me behind,&lt;br /&gt;No, don't tell me love is blind.&lt;br /&gt;A little love is all I ask,&lt;br /&gt;And that is all.&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;I've been searching so long,&lt;br /&gt;I've been searching high and low.&lt;br /&gt;A little love is all I ask,&lt;br /&gt;A little sadness when you go.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you need a friend?&lt;br /&gt;Only please don't let's pretend.&lt;br /&gt;A little love is all I ask,&lt;br /&gt;And that is all.&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, I wanna spread my wings,&lt;br /&gt;But I just can't fly,&lt;br /&gt;As a string of pearls and pretty girls go sailing by.&lt;br /&gt;Ocean Deep,&lt;br /&gt;I'm so afraid to show my feelings,&lt;br /&gt;I have sailed a millions ceilings in my solitary room.&lt;br /&gt;Ocean deep,&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever find a love?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe she has found another,&lt;br /&gt;And as I cry my self to sleep,&lt;br /&gt;I know this love of mine I'll keep&lt;br /&gt;Ocean Ocean Deep,&lt;br /&gt;I'm so lonely,&lt;br /&gt;Ocean Deep,&lt;br /&gt;On my own in my room,&lt;br /&gt;I'm so lonely.&lt;br /&gt;Ocean Deep&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216277-115916128768317476?l=valleyofmydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/feeds/115916128768317476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216277&amp;postID=115916128768317476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/115916128768317476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/115916128768317476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/2006/09/cliff-richards-ocean-deep.html' title='CLIFF RICHARDS - Ocean Deep'/><author><name>Amaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328118248809643705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216277.post-115915816593072126</id><published>2006-09-25T12:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T14:11:51.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BRITNEY SPEARS - "Everytime"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c375/words_are_jewel/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c375/words_are_jewel/untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Everytime"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice me&lt;br /&gt;Take my hand&lt;br /&gt;Why are we&lt;br /&gt;Strangers when&lt;br /&gt;Our love is strong&lt;br /&gt;Why carry on without me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I try to fly&lt;br /&gt;I fall without my wings&lt;br /&gt;I feel so small&lt;br /&gt;I guess I need you baby&lt;br /&gt;And everytime I see you in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;I see your face, it's haunting me&lt;br /&gt;I guess I need you baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I make believe&lt;br /&gt;That you are here&lt;br /&gt;It's the only way&lt;br /&gt;I see clear&lt;br /&gt;What have I done&lt;br /&gt;You seem to move on easy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everytime I try to fly&lt;br /&gt;I fall without my wings&lt;br /&gt;I feel so small&lt;br /&gt;I guess I need you baby&lt;br /&gt;And everytime I see you in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;I see your face, you're haunting me&lt;br /&gt;I guess I need you baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may have made it rain&lt;br /&gt;Please forgive me&lt;br /&gt;My weakness caused you pain&lt;br /&gt;And this song is my sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night I pray&lt;br /&gt;That soon your face&lt;br /&gt;Will fade away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everytime I try to fly&lt;br /&gt;I fall without my wings&lt;br /&gt;I feel so small&lt;br /&gt;I guess I need you baby&lt;br /&gt;And everytime I see you in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;I see your face, you're haunting me&lt;br /&gt;I guess I need you baby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216277-115915816593072126?l=valleyofmydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/feeds/115915816593072126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216277&amp;postID=115915816593072126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/115915816593072126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/115915816593072126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/2006/09/britney-spears-everytime.html' title='BRITNEY SPEARS - &quot;Everytime&quot;'/><author><name>Amaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328118248809643705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216277.post-115915744797539965</id><published>2006-09-25T12:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T12:10:47.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JAMES BLUNT - "High" &amp; "You're Beautiful"</title><content type='html'>"High"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful dawn -&lt;br /&gt;lights up the shore for me.&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing else in the world,&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather wake up and see (with you).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful dawn -&lt;br /&gt;I'm just chasing time again.&lt;br /&gt;Thought I would die a lonely man,&lt;br /&gt;in endless night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I'm high;&lt;br /&gt;running wild among all the stars above.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's hard to believe you remember me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful dawn -&lt;br /&gt;melt with the stars again.&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember the day when my journey began?&lt;br /&gt;Will you remember the end (of time)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful dawn -&lt;br /&gt;You're just blowing my mind again.&lt;br /&gt;Thought I was born to endless night,&lt;br /&gt;until you shine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High;&lt;br /&gt;running wild among all the stars above.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's hard to believe you remember me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you be my shoulder&lt;br /&gt;when I'm grey and older?&lt;br /&gt;Promise me tomorrow starts with you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting high;&lt;br /&gt;running wild among all the stars above.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's hard to believe you remember me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c375/words_are_jewel/retro_1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c375/words_are_jewel/retro_1024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're Beautiful"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;My life is brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;My love is pure.&lt;br /&gt;I saw an angel.&lt;br /&gt;Of that I'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;She smiled at me on the subway.&lt;br /&gt;She was with another man.&lt;br /&gt;But I won't lose no sleep on that,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I've got a plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful, it's true.&lt;br /&gt;I saw your face in a crowded place,&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know what to do,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'll never be with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, she caught my eye,&lt;br /&gt;As we walked on by.&lt;br /&gt;She could see from my face that I was,&lt;br /&gt;Flying high,&lt;br /&gt;And I don't think that I'll see her again,&lt;br /&gt;But we shared a moment that will last till the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful, it's true.&lt;br /&gt;I saw your face in a crowded place,&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know what to do,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'll never be with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful, it's true.&lt;br /&gt;There must be an angel with a smile on her face,&lt;br /&gt;When she thought up that I should be with you.&lt;br /&gt;But it's time to face the truth,&lt;br /&gt;I will never be with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216277-115915744797539965?l=valleyofmydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/feeds/115915744797539965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216277&amp;postID=115915744797539965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/115915744797539965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/115915744797539965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/2006/09/james-blunt-high-youre-beautiful.html' title='JAMES BLUNT - &quot;High&quot; &amp; &quot;You&apos;re Beautiful&quot;'/><author><name>Amaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328118248809643705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216277.post-115913762422717029</id><published>2006-09-25T06:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T06:40:24.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NATASHA BEDDINGFIELD - These Words</title><content type='html'>"These Words"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These words are my own&lt;br /&gt;Threw some chords together&lt;br /&gt;The combination D-E-F&lt;br /&gt;It's who I am, it's what I do&lt;br /&gt;And I was gonna lay it down for you&lt;br /&gt;Try to focus my attention&lt;br /&gt;But I feel so A-D-D&lt;br /&gt;I need some help, some inspiration&lt;br /&gt;(But it's not coming easily)&lt;br /&gt;Whoah oh!&lt;br /&gt;Trying to find the magic&lt;br /&gt;Trying to write a classic&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know, don't you know, don't you know?&lt;br /&gt;Waste-bin full of paper&lt;br /&gt;Clever rhymes, see you later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These words are my own&lt;br /&gt;From my heart flow&lt;br /&gt;I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you&lt;br /&gt;There's no other way&lt;br /&gt;To better say&lt;br /&gt;I love you, I love you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read some Byron, Shelly and Keats&lt;br /&gt;Recited it over a Hip-Hop beat&lt;br /&gt;I'm having trouble saying what I mean&lt;br /&gt;With dead poets and drum machines&lt;br /&gt;I know I had some studio time booked&lt;br /&gt;But I couldn't find a killer hook&lt;br /&gt;Now you've gone &amp; raised the bar right up&lt;br /&gt;Nothing I write is ever good enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These words are my own&lt;br /&gt;From my heart flow&lt;br /&gt;I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you&lt;br /&gt;There's no other way&lt;br /&gt;To better sayI love you, I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting off my stage&lt;br /&gt;The curtains pull away&lt;br /&gt;No hyperbole to hide behind&lt;br /&gt;My naked soul exposes&lt;br /&gt;Whoah.. oh.. oh.. oh..&lt;br /&gt;Whoah.. oh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to find the magic&lt;br /&gt;Trying to write a classic&lt;br /&gt;Waste-bin full of paper&lt;br /&gt;Clever rhymes, see you later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These words are my own&lt;br /&gt;From my heart flow&lt;br /&gt;I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you&lt;br /&gt;That's all I got to say,&lt;br /&gt;Can't think of a better way,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's all I've got to say,&lt;br /&gt;I love you, is that okay?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216277-115913762422717029?l=valleyofmydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/feeds/115913762422717029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216277&amp;postID=115913762422717029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/115913762422717029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/115913762422717029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/2006/09/natasha-beddingfield-these-words.html' title='NATASHA BEDDINGFIELD - These Words'/><author><name>Amaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328118248809643705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216277.post-115913715202271140</id><published>2006-09-25T06:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T06:32:32.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NORAH JONES - Come Away With Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c375/words_are_jewel/lodoss_12_1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c375/words_are_jewel/lodoss_12_1024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come away with me in the night&lt;br /&gt;Come away with me&lt;br /&gt;And I will write you a song&lt;br /&gt;Come away with me on a bus&lt;br /&gt;Come away with me where they can't tempt us&lt;br /&gt;With their liesI want to walk with you&lt;br /&gt;On a cloudy day&lt;br /&gt;In fields where the yellow grass grows&lt;br /&gt;knee kigh&lt;br /&gt;So won't you try to come&lt;br /&gt;Come away with me and we'll kiss&lt;br /&gt;On a mountain top&lt;br /&gt;Come away with me&lt;br /&gt;And I'll never stop loving you&lt;br /&gt;And I want to wake up with the rain&lt;br /&gt;Falling on a tin roof&lt;br /&gt;While I'm safe there in your arms&lt;br /&gt;So all I ask is for you&lt;br /&gt;To come away with me in the night&lt;br /&gt;Come away with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.norahjones.info/news.php?cod=15"&gt;http://www.norahjones.info/news.php?cod=15&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216277-115913715202271140?l=valleyofmydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/feeds/115913715202271140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216277&amp;postID=115913715202271140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/115913715202271140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/115913715202271140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/2006/09/norah-jones-come-away-with-me.html' title='NORAH JONES - Come Away With Me'/><author><name>Amaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328118248809643705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216277.post-115913668136278051</id><published>2006-09-25T05:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T06:34:20.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TINA ARENA - Burn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c375/words_are_jewel/nymph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c375/words_are_jewel/nymph.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Burn"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wanna be a poet and write&lt;br /&gt;Do you wanna be an actor up in lights&lt;br /&gt;Do you wanna be a soldier and fight for love&lt;br /&gt;Do you wanna travel the world&lt;br /&gt;Do you wanna be a diver for pearls&lt;br /&gt;Or climb a mountain and touch the clouds above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be anyone you want to be&lt;br /&gt;Bring to life your fantasies&lt;br /&gt;But I want something in return&lt;br /&gt;I want you to burn, burn for me baby&lt;br /&gt;Like a candle in my night&lt;br /&gt;Oh burn Burn for me&lt;br /&gt;Burn for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you gonna be a gambler and deal&lt;br /&gt;Are you gonna be a doctor and heal&lt;br /&gt;Or go to heaven and touch God's face&lt;br /&gt;Are you gonna be a dreamer who sleeps&lt;br /&gt;Are you gonna be a sinner who weeps&lt;br /&gt;Or an angel&lt;br /&gt;Under grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ill lay down on your bed of coals&lt;br /&gt;Offer up my heart and soul&lt;br /&gt;But in returnI want you to burn&lt;br /&gt;Burn for me baby&lt;br /&gt;Like a candle in my night&lt;br /&gt;Oh burn burn for me burn for me&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;OohI want you to burn baby ooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laugh for me&lt;br /&gt;Cry for me&lt;br /&gt;Pray for me&lt;br /&gt;Lie for me&lt;br /&gt;Live for me&lt;br /&gt;Die for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to burn&lt;br /&gt;Burn for me baby&lt;br /&gt;Like a candle in my night&lt;br /&gt;Oh burn burn for me burn for me&lt;br /&gt;Yeah Ah yeah&lt;br /&gt;I want you to burn&lt;br /&gt;I want you to burn for me baby&lt;br /&gt;Ohh yeah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216277-115913668136278051?l=valleyofmydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/feeds/115913668136278051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216277&amp;postID=115913668136278051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/115913668136278051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/115913668136278051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/2006/09/tina-arena-burn.html' title='TINA ARENA - Burn'/><author><name>Amaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328118248809643705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216277.post-115913495218962246</id><published>2006-09-25T05:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T06:26:11.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AQUA - Turn Back Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c375/words_are_jewel/mediumAnimePaperwallpapers_Bleach_S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c375/words_are_jewel/mediumAnimePaperwallpapers_Bleach_S.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Turn Back Time"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me time to reason,&lt;br /&gt;give me time to think it through&lt;br /&gt;Passing through the season,&lt;br /&gt;where I cheated you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will always have a cross to wear,&lt;br /&gt;but the bolt reminds me I was there&lt;br /&gt;So give me strength,&lt;br /&gt;to face this test tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I could turn back time&lt;br /&gt;If only I had said what I still hide&lt;br /&gt;If only I could turn back time&lt;br /&gt;I would stay for the night.&lt;br /&gt;For the night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claim your right to science&lt;br /&gt;Claim your right to see the truth&lt;br /&gt;Though my pangs of conscience,&lt;br /&gt;Will drill a hole in you&lt;br /&gt;I seen it coming like a thief in the night,&lt;br /&gt;I seen it coming from the flash of your light&lt;br /&gt;So give me strength,&lt;br /&gt;to face this test tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I could turn back time&lt;br /&gt;If only I had said what I still hide&lt;br /&gt;If only I could turn back time..&lt;br /&gt;I would stay for the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bolt reminds me I was there&lt;br /&gt;the bolt reminds me I was there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I could turn back time&lt;br /&gt;If only I had said what I still hide&lt;br /&gt;If only I could turn back time&lt;br /&gt;I would stay for the night&lt;br /&gt;[repeat chorus until fades out]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216277-115913495218962246?l=valleyofmydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/feeds/115913495218962246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216277&amp;postID=115913495218962246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/115913495218962246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/115913495218962246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/2006/09/aqua-turn-back-time.html' title='AQUA - Turn Back Time'/><author><name>Amaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328118248809643705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216277.post-115913399565969513</id><published>2006-09-25T05:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T05:39:55.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ALICIA KEYS - If I Aint Got You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c375/words_are_jewel/couple03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c375/words_are_jewel/couple03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If I Ain't Got You"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people live for the fortune&lt;br /&gt;Some people live just for the fame&lt;br /&gt;Some people live for the power, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Some people live just to play the game&lt;br /&gt;Some people think that the physical things&lt;br /&gt;Define what's within&lt;br /&gt;And I've been there before&lt;br /&gt;But that life's a bore&lt;br /&gt;So full of the superficial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;Some people want it all&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;If it ain't you baby&lt;br /&gt;If I ain't got you baby&lt;br /&gt;Some people want diamond rings&lt;br /&gt;Some just want everything&lt;br /&gt;But everything means nothing&lt;br /&gt;If I ain't got you, Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people search for a fountain&lt;br /&gt;That promises forever young&lt;br /&gt;Some people need three dozen roses&lt;br /&gt;And that's the only way to prove you love them&lt;br /&gt;Hand me the world on a silver platter&lt;br /&gt;And what good would it be&lt;br /&gt;With no one to share&lt;br /&gt;With no one who truly cares for me&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;Some people want it all&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;If it ain't you baby&lt;br /&gt;If I ain't got you baby&lt;br /&gt;Some people want diamond rings&lt;br /&gt;Some just want everything&lt;br /&gt;But everything means nothing&lt;br /&gt;If I ain't got you, you, you&lt;br /&gt;Some people want it all&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;If it ain't you baby&lt;br /&gt;If I ain't got you baby&lt;br /&gt;Some people want diamond rings&lt;br /&gt;Some just want everything&lt;br /&gt;But everything means nothing&lt;br /&gt;If I ain't got you, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Outro:]If I ain't got you with me baby&lt;br /&gt;So nothing in this whole wide world don't mean a thing&lt;br /&gt;If I ain't got you with me baby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216277-115913399565969513?l=valleyofmydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/feeds/115913399565969513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216277&amp;postID=115913399565969513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/115913399565969513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/115913399565969513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/2006/09/alicia-keys-if-i-aint-got-you.html' title='ALICIA KEYS - If I Aint Got You'/><author><name>Amaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328118248809643705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216277.post-115913350289999868</id><published>2006-09-25T05:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T05:31:42.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ALANIS MORISETTE - Uninvited</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c375/words_are_jewel/ce0eaa94.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c375/words_are_jewel/ce0eaa94.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Uninvited"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like anyone would be &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am flattered by your fascination with me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like any hot-blooded woman &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have simply wanted an object to crave &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But you, you're not allowed &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're uninvited &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;An unfortunate slight &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Must be strangely exciting &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To watch the stoic squirm &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Must be somewhat heartening &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To watch shepherd need shepherd &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But you you're not allowed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're uninvited &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;An unfortunate slight &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like any uncharted territory &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I must seem greatly intriguing &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You speak of my love like &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You have experienced love like mine before &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But this is not allowed &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're uninvited &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;An unfortunate slight &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't think you unworthy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need a moment to deliberate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216277-115913350289999868?l=valleyofmydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/feeds/115913350289999868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216277&amp;postID=115913350289999868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/115913350289999868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/115913350289999868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/2006/09/alanis-morisette-uninvited.html' title='ALANIS MORISETTE - Uninvited'/><author><name>Amaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328118248809643705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216277.post-115913277072134671</id><published>2006-09-25T05:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T05:19:30.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DELTA GOODREM - Born To Try</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c375/words_are_jewel/mediumAnimePaperwallpapers_Bleach_t.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c375/words_are_jewel/mediumAnimePaperwallpapers_Bleach_t.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Born To Try"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing everything that I believe in&lt;br /&gt;Going by the rules that I've been taught&lt;br /&gt;More understanding of what's around me&lt;br /&gt;And protected from the walls of love&lt;br /&gt;All that you see is me&lt;br /&gt;And all I truly believe&lt;br /&gt;That I was born to try&lt;br /&gt;I've learned to love&lt;br /&gt;Be understanding&lt;br /&gt;And believe in life&lt;br /&gt;But you've got to make choices&lt;br /&gt;Be wrong or right&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you've got to sacrifice the things you like&lt;br /&gt;But I was born to try&lt;br /&gt;No point in talking what you should have been&lt;br /&gt;And regretting the things that went on&lt;br /&gt;Life's full of mistakes, destinies and fate&lt;br /&gt;Remove the clouds look at the bigger picture&lt;br /&gt;And all that you see is me&lt;br /&gt;And all I truly believe&lt;br /&gt;That I was born to try&lt;br /&gt;I've learned to love&lt;br /&gt;Be understanding&lt;br /&gt;And believe in life&lt;br /&gt;But you've got to make choices&lt;br /&gt;Be wrong or right&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you've got to sacrifice the things you like&lt;br /&gt;But I was born to try&lt;br /&gt;All that you see is me&lt;br /&gt;All I truly believe&lt;br /&gt;All that you see is me&lt;br /&gt;And all I truly believe&lt;br /&gt;That I was born to try&lt;br /&gt;I've learned to love&lt;br /&gt;Be understanding&lt;br /&gt;And believe in life&lt;br /&gt;But you've got to make choices&lt;br /&gt;Be wrong or right&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you've got to sacrifice the things you like&lt;br /&gt;But I was born to try&lt;br /&gt;But you've got to make choices&lt;br /&gt;Be wrong or right&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you've got to sacrifice the things you like&lt;br /&gt;But I was born to try&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216277-115913277072134671?l=valleyofmydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/feeds/115913277072134671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216277&amp;postID=115913277072134671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/115913277072134671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/115913277072134671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/2006/09/delta-goodrem-born-to-try.html' title='DELTA GOODREM - Born To Try'/><author><name>Amaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328118248809643705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216277.post-115913171069425378</id><published>2006-09-25T04:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T05:01:50.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DANIEL POWTER - Bad Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c375/words_are_jewel/animesad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c375/words_are_jewel/animesad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bad Day"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the moment we needed the most&lt;br /&gt;You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost&lt;br /&gt;They tell me your blue skies fade to grey&lt;br /&gt;They tell me your passion's gone away&lt;br /&gt;And I don't need no carryin' on&lt;br /&gt;You stand in the line just to hit a new low&lt;br /&gt;You're faking a smile with the coffee to go&lt;br /&gt;You tell me your life's been way off line&lt;br /&gt;You're falling to pieces everytime&lt;br /&gt;And I don't need no carryin' on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;You're taking one down&lt;br /&gt;You sing a sad song just to turn it around&lt;br /&gt;You say you don't know&lt;br /&gt;You tell me don't lie&lt;br /&gt;You work at a smile and you go for a ride&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;The camera don't lie&lt;br /&gt;You're coming back down and you really don't mind&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;Well you need a blue sky holiday&lt;br /&gt;The point is they laugh at what you say&lt;br /&gt;And I don't need no carryin' on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;You're taking one down&lt;br /&gt;You sing a sad song just to turn it around&lt;br /&gt;You say you don't know&lt;br /&gt;You tell me don't lie&lt;br /&gt;You work at a smile and you go for a ride&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;The camera don't lie&lt;br /&gt;You're coming back down and you really don't mind&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Oh.. Holiday..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the system goes on the blink&lt;br /&gt;And the whole thing turns out wrong&lt;br /&gt;You might not make it back and you know&lt;br /&gt;That you could be well oh that strong&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where is the passion when you need it the most&lt;br /&gt;Oh you and I&lt;br /&gt;You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost&lt;br /&gt;Cause you had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;You're taking one down&lt;br /&gt;You sing a sad song just to turn it around&lt;br /&gt;You say you don't know&lt;br /&gt;You tell me don't lie&lt;br /&gt;You work at a smile and you go for a ride&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;You've seen what you like&lt;br /&gt;And how does it feel for one more time&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;Had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;Had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;Had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;Had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;Had a bad day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216277-115913171069425378?l=valleyofmydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/feeds/115913171069425378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216277&amp;postID=115913171069425378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/115913171069425378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/115913171069425378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/2006/09/daniel-powter-bad-day.html' title='DANIEL POWTER - Bad Day'/><author><name>Amaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328118248809643705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216277.post-115913006275944143</id><published>2006-09-25T03:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T04:38:41.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DAMIEN RICE - "Canonball" &amp; " Amie"</title><content type='html'>"Cannonball"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still a little bit of your taste in my mouth&lt;br /&gt;Still a little bit of you laced with my doubt&lt;br /&gt;Still a little hard to say what's going on&lt;br /&gt;Still a little bit of your ghost your witness&lt;br /&gt;Still a little BIT of your face I haven't kissed&lt;br /&gt;You step a little closer EACH DAY&lt;br /&gt;Still I can't SAY what's going on&lt;br /&gt;Stones taught me to fly&lt;br /&gt;Love taught me to lie&lt;br /&gt;Life taught me to die&lt;br /&gt;So it's not hard to fall&lt;br /&gt;When you float like a cannonball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still a little bit of your song in my ear&lt;br /&gt;Still a little bit of your words I long to hear&lt;br /&gt;You step a little closer TO ME&lt;br /&gt;So close that I can't see what's going on&lt;br /&gt;Stones taught me to fly&lt;br /&gt;Love taught me to lie&lt;br /&gt;Life taught me to die&lt;br /&gt;So it's not hard to fall&lt;br /&gt;When you float like a cannonball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stones taught me to fly&lt;br /&gt;Love taught me to cry&lt;br /&gt;So come on courage!&lt;br /&gt;Teach me to be shy&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it's not hard to fall&lt;br /&gt;And I don't WANNA scare her&lt;br /&gt;It's not hard to fall&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna lose&lt;br /&gt;It's not hard to grow&lt;br /&gt;When you know that you just don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c375/words_are_jewel/nausicaa_up_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c375/words_are_jewel/nausicaa_up_small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Amie"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing unusual, nothing strange&lt;br /&gt;Close to nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;The same old scenario, the same old rain&lt;br /&gt;And there's no explosions here&lt;br /&gt;Then something unusual, something strange&lt;br /&gt;Comes from nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;I saw a spaceship fly by your window&lt;br /&gt;Did you see it disappear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amie.. come sit on my wall&lt;br /&gt;And read me the story of O&lt;br /&gt;And tell it like you still believe&lt;br /&gt;That the end of the century&lt;br /&gt;Brings a change for you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing unusual, nothing's changed&lt;br /&gt;Just a little older that's all&lt;br /&gt;You know when you've found it,&lt;br /&gt;There's something I've learned&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you feel it when they take it away&lt;br /&gt;Something unusual, something strange&lt;br /&gt;Comes from nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not a miracle&lt;br /&gt;And you're not a saint&lt;br /&gt;Just another soldier&lt;br /&gt;On the road to nowhere&lt;br /&gt;Amie... come sit on my wall&lt;br /&gt;And read me the story of O&lt;br /&gt;And tell it like you still believe&lt;br /&gt;That the end of the century&lt;br /&gt;Brings a change for you and me&lt;br /&gt;And Amie come sit on my wall&lt;br /&gt;And read me the story of O&lt;br /&gt;And tell it like you still believe&lt;br /&gt;That the end of the century&lt;br /&gt;Brings a change for you and me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216277-115913006275944143?l=valleyofmydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/feeds/115913006275944143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216277&amp;postID=115913006275944143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/115913006275944143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/115913006275944143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/2006/09/damien-rice-canonball-amie.html' title='DAMIEN RICE - &quot;Canonball&quot; &amp; &quot; Amie&quot;'/><author><name>Amaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328118248809643705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216277.post-115912551906756529</id><published>2006-09-25T03:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T03:18:39.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DAMIEN RICE - Blower's Daughter</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c375/words_are_jewel/Photo-0051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 448px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 315px" height="256" alt="" src="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c375/words_are_jewel/Photo-0051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Blowers Daughter"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so it is&lt;br /&gt;Just like you said it would be&lt;br /&gt;Life goes easy on me&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time&lt;br /&gt;And so it is&lt;br /&gt;The shorter story&lt;br /&gt;No love, no glory&lt;br /&gt;No hero in her sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't take my eyes off of you&lt;br /&gt;I can't take my eyes off you&lt;br /&gt;I can't take my eyes off of you&lt;br /&gt;I can't take my eyes off you&lt;br /&gt;I can't take my eyes off you&lt;br /&gt;I can't take my eyes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so it is&lt;br /&gt;Just like you said it should be&lt;br /&gt;We'll both forget the breeze&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time&lt;br /&gt;And so it is&lt;br /&gt;The colder water&lt;br /&gt;The blower's daughter&lt;br /&gt;The pupil in denial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't take my eyes off of you&lt;br /&gt;I can't take my eyes off you&lt;br /&gt;I can't take my eyes off of you&lt;br /&gt;I can't take my eyes off you&lt;br /&gt;I can't take my eyes off you&lt;br /&gt;I can't take my eyes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I say that I loathe you?&lt;br /&gt;Did I say that I want to&lt;br /&gt;Leave it all behind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't take my mind off of you&lt;br /&gt;I can't take my mind off you&lt;br /&gt;I can't take my mind off of you&lt;br /&gt;I can't take my mind off you&lt;br /&gt;I can't take my mind off you&lt;br /&gt;I can't take my mind...&lt;br /&gt;My mind...&lt;br /&gt;my mind...&lt;br /&gt;'Til I find somebody new&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216277-115912551906756529?l=valleyofmydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/feeds/115912551906756529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216277&amp;postID=115912551906756529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/115912551906756529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/115912551906756529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/2006/09/damien-rice-blowers-daughter.html' title='DAMIEN RICE - Blower&apos;s Daughter'/><author><name>Amaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328118248809643705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216277.post-115912496099106771</id><published>2006-09-25T03:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T03:21:19.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KEVIN DEGRAW - I Dont Want To Be</title><content type='html'>"I Don't Want To Be"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't need to be anything other&lt;br /&gt;Than a prison guard's son&lt;br /&gt;I don't need to be anything other&lt;br /&gt;Than a specialist's son&lt;br /&gt;I don't have to be anyone other&lt;br /&gt;Than the birth of two souls in one&lt;br /&gt;Part of where I'm going,&lt;br /&gt;is knowing where I'm coming from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be&lt;br /&gt;Anything other than what I've been trying to be lately&lt;br /&gt;All I have to do&lt;br /&gt;Is think of me and I have peace of mind&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of looking 'round rooms&lt;br /&gt;Wondering what I've got to do&lt;br /&gt;Or who I'm supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be anything other than me&lt;br /&gt;I'm surrounded by liars everywhere I turn&lt;br /&gt;I'm surrounded by imposters everywhere I turn&lt;br /&gt;I'm surrounded by identity crisis everywhere I turn&lt;br /&gt;Am I the only one who noticed?&lt;br /&gt;I can't be the only one who's learned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Can I have everyone's attention please?&lt;br /&gt;If you're not like this and that, you're gonna have to leave&lt;br /&gt;I came from the mountain&lt;br /&gt;The crust of creation&lt;br /&gt;My whole situation-made from clay to stone&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm telling everybody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be [x4]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c375/words_are_jewel/rain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c375/words_are_jewel/rain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216277-115912496099106771?l=valleyofmydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/feeds/115912496099106771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216277&amp;postID=115912496099106771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/115912496099106771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/115912496099106771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/2006/09/kevin-degraw-i-dont-want-to-be.html' title='KEVIN DEGRAW - I Dont Want To Be'/><author><name>Amaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328118248809643705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216277.post-115912465104649444</id><published>2006-09-25T02:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T21:55:44.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KEVIN DEGRAW - We Belong Together (Soundtrack of Triston and Isolde)</title><content type='html'>"We Belong Together"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We belong together&lt;br /&gt;like the open seas and shores&lt;br /&gt;wedded by the planet force&lt;br /&gt;we've all been spoken for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[VERSE 1:]&lt;br /&gt;The hammer may strike,&lt;br /&gt;be dead on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;a net to my hand, a cross on his crown.&lt;br /&gt;we're done if, who we're undone,&lt;br /&gt;finished if who we are incomplete.&lt;br /&gt;as one we are everything,&lt;br /&gt;we are everything we need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c375/words_are_jewel/FinalFantasy8_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c375/words_are_jewel/FinalFantasy8_02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS:]&lt;br /&gt;we belong together&lt;br /&gt;like the open seas and shores&lt;br /&gt;wedded by the planet force&lt;br /&gt;we've all been spoken for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[VERSE 2:]&lt;br /&gt;What good is a life, with no one to share,&lt;br /&gt;the light of the moon, the honor of a swear.&lt;br /&gt;we can try to live the way in which you speak,&lt;br /&gt;taste the milk of your mother earth's love,&lt;br /&gt;spread the word of consciencness you see,&lt;br /&gt;we are everything we need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;br /&gt;We belong together&lt;br /&gt;like the open seas and shores&lt;br /&gt;wedded by the planet force&lt;br /&gt;we've all been spoken for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this indecision&lt;br /&gt;all this independent strength still&lt;br /&gt;we've got our hearts on safe&lt;br /&gt;we've got our hearts on safe&lt;br /&gt;someday when you're lonley,&lt;br /&gt;sometime after all this bliss,&lt;br /&gt;somewhere lost in emptiness,&lt;br /&gt;I hope you find this gift...&lt;br /&gt;I hope you find this gift..&lt;br /&gt;I hope you find this gift.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216277-115912465104649444?l=valleyofmydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/feeds/115912465104649444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216277&amp;postID=115912465104649444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/115912465104649444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/115912465104649444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/2006/09/kevin-degraw-we-belong-together.html' title='KEVIN DEGRAW - We Belong Together (Soundtrack of Triston and Isolde)'/><author><name>Amaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328118248809643705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216277.post-115912395013788885</id><published>2006-09-25T02:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T02:53:17.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DIDO - Life For Rent</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c375/words_are_jewel/natsucolorspromo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c375/words_are_jewel/natsucolorspromo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Life For Rent"&lt;br /&gt;I haven't ever really found a place that I call home&lt;br /&gt;I never stick around quite long enough to make it&lt;br /&gt;I apologize that once again I'm not in love&lt;br /&gt;But it's not as if I mind that your heart ain't exactly breaking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just a thought, only a thought&lt;br /&gt;But if my life is for rent and I don't learn to buy&lt;br /&gt;Well I deserve nothing more than I get&lt;br /&gt;Cos nothing I have is truly mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always thought that I would love to live by the sea&lt;br /&gt;To travel the world alone and live more simply&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what's happened to that dream&lt;br /&gt;Cos there's really nothing left here to stop me&lt;br /&gt;It's just a thought, only a thought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if my life is for rent and I don't learn to buy&lt;br /&gt;Well I deserve nothing more than I get&lt;br /&gt;Cos nothing I have is truly mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my life is for rent and I don't learn to buy&lt;br /&gt;Well I deserve nothing more than I get&lt;br /&gt;Cos nothing I have is truly mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While my heart is a shield and I won't let it down&lt;br /&gt;While I am so afraid to fail so I won't even try&lt;br /&gt;Well how can I say I'm alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my life is for rent and I don't learn to buy&lt;br /&gt;Well I deserve nothing more than I get&lt;br /&gt;Cos nothing I have is truly mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my life is for rent and I don't learn to buy&lt;br /&gt;Well I deserve nothing more than I get&lt;br /&gt;Cos nothing I have is truly mine&lt;br /&gt;Cos nothing I have is truly mine&lt;br /&gt;Cos nothing I have is truly mine&lt;br /&gt;Cos nothing I have is truly mine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216277-115912395013788885?l=valleyofmydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/feeds/115912395013788885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216277&amp;postID=115912395013788885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/115912395013788885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/115912395013788885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/2006/09/dido-life-for-rent.html' title='DIDO - Life For Rent'/><author><name>Amaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328118248809643705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216277.post-115912328149454348</id><published>2006-09-25T02:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T02:41:21.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DIDO - White Flag</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c375/words_are_jewel/final_fantasy20x-2_wallpaper_800_ne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c375/words_are_jewel/final_fantasy20x-2_wallpaper_800_ne.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"White Flag"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you think that&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't still love you,&lt;br /&gt;Or tell you that.&lt;br /&gt;But if I didn't say it,&lt;br /&gt;well I'd still have felt it&lt;br /&gt;where's the sense in that?&lt;br /&gt;I promise&lt;br /&gt;I'm not trying to make your life harder&lt;br /&gt;Or return to where we were&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will go down with this ship&lt;br /&gt;And I won't put my hands up and surrender&lt;br /&gt;There will be no white flag above my door&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love and always will be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I left too much mess&lt;br /&gt;and destruction to come back again&lt;br /&gt;And I caused nothing but trouble&lt;br /&gt;I understand if you can't talk to me again&lt;br /&gt;And if you live by the rules of "it's over"&lt;br /&gt;then I'm sure that that makes sense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will go down with this ship&lt;br /&gt;And I won't put my hands up and surrender&lt;br /&gt;There will be no white flag above my door&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love and always will be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when we meet&lt;br /&gt;Which I'm sure we will&lt;br /&gt;All that was there&lt;br /&gt;Will be there still&lt;br /&gt;I'll let it pass&lt;br /&gt;And hold my tongue&lt;br /&gt;And you will think&lt;br /&gt;That I've moved on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will go down with this ship&lt;br /&gt;And I won't put my hands up and surrender&lt;br /&gt;There will be no white flag above my door&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love and always will be&lt;br /&gt;I will go down with this ship&lt;br /&gt;And I won't put my hands up and surrender&lt;br /&gt;There will be no white flag above my door&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love and always will be&lt;br /&gt;I will go down with this ship&lt;br /&gt;And I won't put my hands up and surrender&lt;br /&gt;There will be no white flag above my door&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love and always will be&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216277-115912328149454348?l=valleyofmydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/feeds/115912328149454348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216277&amp;postID=115912328149454348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/115912328149454348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/115912328149454348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/2006/09/dido-white-flag.html' title='DIDO - White Flag'/><author><name>Amaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328118248809643705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216277.post-115912277881227229</id><published>2006-09-25T02:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T02:32:58.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DIDO - Here With Me</title><content type='html'>"Here With Me"&lt;br /&gt;I didn't hear you leave&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how am I still here&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want to move a thing&lt;br /&gt;It might change my memory&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;Oh I am what I am&lt;br /&gt;I'll do what I want&lt;br /&gt;But I can't hide&lt;br /&gt;I won't go&lt;br /&gt;I won't sleep&lt;br /&gt;I can't breathe&lt;br /&gt;Until you're resting here with me&lt;br /&gt;I won't leave&lt;br /&gt;I can't hide&lt;br /&gt;I cannot be&lt;br /&gt;Until you're resting here with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to call my friends&lt;br /&gt;They might wake me from this dream&lt;br /&gt;And I can't leave this bed&lt;br /&gt;Risk forgetting all that's been&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ &lt;a href="http://www.azlyrics.com/"&gt;www.azlyrics.com&lt;/a&gt; ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216277-115912277881227229?l=valleyofmydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/feeds/115912277881227229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216277&amp;postID=115912277881227229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/115912277881227229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/115912277881227229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/2006/09/dido-here-with-me.html' title='DIDO - Here With Me'/><author><name>Amaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328118248809643705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216277.post-115912253716448103</id><published>2006-09-25T02:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T02:47:12.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Homecoming.. to this blog at least</title><content type='html'>yawwwwnnn&lt;br /&gt;am not naturally awake at this moment ...well.. maybe for some canoodling with... ya know.. :D .. anyway.. thts not the point.. installed Limewire yesterday. proven to be a great tool for downloading musics!! its great to listen back to good ol' tunes circa 1995 - 2000 (around the time where my life took its topsy turvy turns *grimace* bad decisions, uncalculated mistakes, ya know.. the whole shit they call life..)&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. been browsing thru AZLYRICS for the songs and i will posted them here.. how about that??! still trying to figure out how to upload pictures here though.. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit:&lt;br /&gt;YAY!!! i did it!! i did it!!! *sniggere.. du'oh* hey dont hate me if i am an internet-dummie :p&lt;br /&gt;managed to upload pics here hehehe oh btw, if any of the pictures belong to you, please do tell me and provide me a link so that others will know, kay? sorry for uploadings those pictures without prior permission *GOMEN-Na-Sai* they're just soooooooo pretty :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216277-115912253716448103?l=valleyofmydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/feeds/115912253716448103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216277&amp;postID=115912253716448103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216277-114957708472078871?l=valleyofmydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/feeds/114957708472078871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216277&amp;postID=114957708472078871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/114957708472078871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/114957708472078871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/2006/06/aloha.html' title='Aloha!'/><author><name>Amaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328118248809643705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216277.post-112366701246873775</id><published>2005-08-10T17:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T17:43:32.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Slip Of A Girl</title><content type='html'>This slip of a girl&lt;br /&gt;She offers her mind and soul to the world&lt;br /&gt;Her body bent by the weight of her love&lt;br /&gt;Comfort and warmth in abundance&lt;br /&gt;But still&lt;br /&gt;I taste her salt on my lips&lt;br /&gt;I taste her salt in the wind&lt;br /&gt;I taste her salt in her words&lt;br /&gt;I taste her salt in her every touch&lt;br /&gt;Behind the wet lashes&lt;br /&gt;The shadowy Rembrandt of hurt&lt;br /&gt;In a vortex piercing her heart&lt;br /&gt;Bruising her in the droning&lt;br /&gt;Sonorous sound of her laughter&lt;br /&gt;But still&lt;br /&gt;I taste her salt in her every moves&lt;br /&gt;I taste her salt in her every smile&lt;br /&gt;I taste her salt in her kisses&lt;br /&gt;I taste her salt in her embrace&lt;br /&gt;Salty love&lt;br /&gt;Soaked with unseen tears&lt;br /&gt;And still&lt;br /&gt;She stood there smiling&lt;br /&gt;Holding out her arms full of empathy&lt;br /&gt;With her bleeding heart tucked&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere within her stalwart stance&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216277-112366701246873775?l=valleyofmydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/feeds/112366701246873775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216277&amp;postID=112366701246873775' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/112366701246873775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/112366701246873775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/2005/08/this-slip-of-girl.html' title='This Slip Of A Girl'/><author><name>Amaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328118248809643705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216277.post-112167725441167023</id><published>2005-07-18T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T17:00:54.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The scent of goodbye</title><content type='html'>Sit awhile and take off your memory cap&lt;br /&gt;Put it on the player&lt;br /&gt;Watch the rerun in its finality&lt;br /&gt;Feed it to the fire&lt;br /&gt;Until the last of its reluctant spark&lt;br /&gt;Consume your pain&lt;br /&gt;And your memory spent, liberated&lt;br /&gt;Walk the morning stroll&lt;br /&gt;Breathe the crisp air&lt;br /&gt;Notice the flushed of the roses&lt;br /&gt;The scent of pine&lt;br /&gt;The twitter of blue robin&lt;br /&gt;Read the paper&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your toast and ham&lt;br /&gt;Savor your coffee&lt;br /&gt;Feel the greatness of the day&lt;br /&gt;Runs through your vein&lt;br /&gt;Nothing there will remind you&lt;br /&gt;Of me&lt;br /&gt;Nothing there will whisper my name&lt;br /&gt;Nothing there to bring me back&lt;br /&gt;No memory left to haunt&lt;br /&gt;Your step&lt;br /&gt;Light will replace the memory&lt;br /&gt;A whole new chapter to write&lt;br /&gt;Be free to create your future&lt;br /&gt;Today is the day your life begins&lt;br /&gt;The rest is still unwritten&lt;br /&gt;Let it go, cheer yourself&lt;br /&gt;Feel the rush overwhelming you&lt;br /&gt;But please&lt;br /&gt;Remember not to forget me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216277-112167725441167023?l=valleyofmydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/feeds/112167725441167023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216277&amp;postID=112167725441167023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/112167725441167023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/112167725441167023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/2005/07/scent-of-goodbye.html' title='The scent of goodbye'/><author><name>Amaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328118248809643705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216277.post-111457840397645416</id><published>2005-04-27T13:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T13:06:43.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Free me sinless</title><content type='html'>All sound fled as the noiseless wind stole into me&lt;br /&gt;In the vacuum of my heart, I was forced to remember&lt;br /&gt;By the sigh of a soul too wearied by the burden of passion&lt;br /&gt;To carry on the incessant chanting of just chastisement&lt;br /&gt;I bared my wounded heart to the approaching salty ache&lt;br /&gt;In fervent desire for deliverance from these guilt my heart createdStinging, stabbing, maligning, disfiguring, killing, ruining&lt;br /&gt;My tears flowed freely as I sought these torments’ healing&lt;br /&gt;Fear of the unknown, Fear of the knowing&lt;br /&gt;Fear of the knowledge&lt;br /&gt;How shall I deliver? How shall I undo the deed over?&lt;br /&gt;How shall I forget lest remembrance become nuisances?&lt;br /&gt;How shall I be alive after my heart was slain?&lt;br /&gt;The wound where my past laid bare throbbed&lt;br /&gt;As the passing pain encrusted the layers of blood&lt;br /&gt;Around the opening sore of my misdeed, my shame&lt;br /&gt;Withholding the snarling, unspoken beast to lambaste and blame&lt;br /&gt;These pain soaked me in its entirety, its omnipotence&lt;br /&gt;The slight misfortune to teach me patience&lt;br /&gt;I sought His peace in these moments of unruly anguish&lt;br /&gt;Amazingly, ironically, I was emancipated in their gist&lt;br /&gt;Discerning the full meaning of being a humble captive&lt;br /&gt;In my soundless scream, the riot in my heart broke free - a fugitive&lt;br /&gt;Escaped the ugliness that laid deep in my heart&lt;br /&gt;So slowly the harden crust peeled away and departed&lt;br /&gt;Soft, palpitated red flesh revealed from underneath the grey ashes&lt;br /&gt;Tranquility descended from above, a gift by His grace&lt;br /&gt;Have mercy on such tormented soul, mouthed my dry lips&lt;br /&gt;Bless me with undisturbed heart and dreamless sleep&lt;br /&gt;Uncurb my mind from its worldly carnality that spoke of thousandth sin&lt;br /&gt;Bestow my soul the light promising love and unraveling peace within&lt;br /&gt;Immerse me in oblivion lest remembrance become too painful&lt;br /&gt;Free me sinless…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B. Maria&lt;br /&gt;JKN Perak, Ipoh&lt;br /&gt;April 20th, 2005; 12.07 p.m.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216277-111457840397645416?l=valleyofmydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/feeds/111457840397645416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216277&amp;postID=111457840397645416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/111457840397645416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/111457840397645416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/2005/04/free-me-sinless.html' title='Free me sinless'/><author><name>Amaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328118248809643705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216277.post-111339268593197953</id><published>2005-04-13T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T19:44:45.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raging spirit</title><content type='html'>Ipoh.. a new experience..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216277-111339268593197953?l=valleyofmydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/feeds/111339268593197953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216277&amp;postID=111339268593197953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/111339268593197953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/111339268593197953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/2005/04/raging-spirit.html' title='Raging spirit'/><author><name>Amaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328118248809643705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216277.post-111234808422656723</id><published>2005-04-01T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T17:34:44.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shhh..&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes , my love&lt;br /&gt;Feel the emotion rise&lt;br /&gt;Listen my love&lt;br /&gt;Can you hear it?&lt;br /&gt;Destiny is calling me&lt;br /&gt;Hush,&lt;br /&gt;Don't cry, dear&lt;br /&gt;Waste not your tears&lt;br /&gt;For goodbye is inevitable&lt;br /&gt;It's a door to another hello&lt;br /&gt;You'll get by,&lt;br /&gt;I know you'll be alright&lt;br /&gt;I'll be watching you from afar&lt;br /&gt;You'll grow up&lt;br /&gt;and shine like a star, you are&lt;br /&gt;Hush, my darling&lt;br /&gt;We'll meet again surely&lt;br /&gt;It's a small world afterall...&lt;br /&gt;Before long&lt;br /&gt;You'll forget me&lt;br /&gt;You will live&lt;br /&gt;and bloom like a flower&lt;br /&gt;in spring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye...&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;Hello......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; My last day in the office. Tomorrow will be another day, another face in another place.. I will think of you, my friends...&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216277-111234808422656723?l=valleyofmydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/feeds/111234808422656723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216277&amp;postID=111234808422656723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/111234808422656723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/111234808422656723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/2005/04/shhh.html' title=''/><author><name>Amaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328118248809643705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216277.post-111216663240698190</id><published>2005-03-30T15:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T15:10:32.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>circle - sarah maclachlan</title><content type='html'>There are two of us talking in circles&lt;br /&gt;and one of us who wants to leave&lt;br /&gt;in a world created for only us&lt;br /&gt;an empty cage that has no key&lt;br /&gt;don't you know we're working with flesh and blood&lt;br /&gt;carving out of jealousy&lt;br /&gt;Crawling into each other it's smothering&lt;br /&gt;every little part of me&lt;br /&gt;What kind of love is this that keeps me&lt;br /&gt;hanging on&lt;br /&gt;despite everything it's doing to me&lt;br /&gt;what is this love that keeps me coming&lt;br /&gt;back for more&lt;br /&gt;when it will only end in misery&lt;br /&gt;I know too many people unhappy&lt;br /&gt;in a life from which they'd love to flee&lt;br /&gt;watching others get everything offered&lt;br /&gt;they're wanton for discovery&lt;br /&gt;Oh my brother my sister my mother&lt;br /&gt;you're loosing your identity&lt;br /&gt;can't you see that it's you in the window&lt;br /&gt;shining with intensity&lt;br /&gt;What kind of love is this that keeps me&lt;br /&gt;hanging on&lt;br /&gt;despite everything it's doing to me&lt;br /&gt;what is this love that keeps me coming&lt;br /&gt;back for more&lt;br /&gt;when it will only end in misery...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216277-111216663240698190?l=valleyofmydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216277.post-111216648525379910</id><published>2005-03-30T15:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T15:08:05.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>trust - sarah maclachlan</title><content type='html'>[SPONSOR]&lt;br /&gt;= 0)  navigator.userAgent.indexOf("WebTV")&gt;= 0) {&lt;br /&gt;document.write('&lt;a href="http://c4.maxserving.com/adclick/site=6092/area=side_ros/aamft=normal/aamsz=sideunit/PageID=055" target="_blank"&gt;');&lt;br /&gt;document.write('&lt;/a&gt;');&lt;br /&gt;}else{&lt;br /&gt;document.write('');&lt;br /&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;//--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://c4.maxserving.com/adclick/CID=00002fcf4445d82f00000000/AREA=side_ros/SITE=6092/AAMSZ=sideunit/CM=643/CR=5617/AD=839/CC=12239?" target="_top"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://c4.maxserving.com/adclick/site=6092/area=side_ros/aamsz=sideunit/PageID=055" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere deep inside me&lt;br /&gt;I hold a picture of a time long gone&lt;br /&gt;A time of ease and simple pleasures&lt;br /&gt;And days in shadows not so long&lt;br /&gt;Now with my mind i'm struggling&lt;br /&gt;Holding on to what i believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the fragments of my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;That leave me broken and deceived&lt;br /&gt;'cause i don't know the way&lt;br /&gt;He said "i can take you there,&lt;br /&gt;I can show you places where our time has had no ware"&lt;br /&gt;And as we walked the plains&lt;br /&gt;The skies they opened wide&lt;br /&gt;Revealing all the shame for what's been lost inside us all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a day in the life&lt;br /&gt;In my mind i've seen it all&lt;br /&gt;Sometime soon for all to see&lt;br /&gt;The walls are slowly breaking down&lt;br /&gt;In my mind i've seen it all&lt;br /&gt;And someday we'll be free&lt;br /&gt;We're searching for a message&lt;br /&gt;Or so i thought but so it seems&lt;br /&gt;The ignorance in the myths of others&lt;br /&gt;Is easier to redeem&lt;br /&gt;I've never questioned the answers given&lt;br /&gt;To find the faith that's been lost within&lt;br /&gt;'cause where i lay my trust in others&lt;br /&gt;Where it lies the ground is thin&lt;br /&gt;'cause i don't know the way&lt;br /&gt;He said "i can take you there,&lt;br /&gt;I can show you places where our time has had no ware"&lt;br /&gt;And as we walked the plains&lt;br /&gt;The skies they opened wide&lt;br /&gt;Revealing all the shame for what's been lost inside us all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you say you love me&lt;br /&gt;If what you say is true&lt;br /&gt;So show me something that's not deceiving&lt;br /&gt;'cause i wouldn't lie to you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216277-111216648525379910?l=valleyofmydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216277.post-111216632039628046</id><published>2005-03-30T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T15:05:20.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Path of thorns - sarah maclachlan</title><content type='html'>I knew you wanted to tell me&lt;br /&gt;In your voice there was something wrong&lt;br /&gt;But if you would turn your face away from me&lt;br /&gt;You cannot tell me you're so strong&lt;br /&gt;Just let me ask of you one small thing&lt;br /&gt;As we have shared so many tears&lt;br /&gt;With fervor our dreams&lt;br /&gt;we planned a whole life long&lt;br /&gt;Now are scattered on the wind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the terms of endearment&lt;br /&gt;In the terms of the life that you love&lt;br /&gt;In the terms of the years that pass you by&lt;br /&gt;In the terms of the reasons why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the years i've grown to love you&lt;br /&gt;Though your commitment to most would offend&lt;br /&gt;But i stuck by you holding on with my foolish pride&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for you to give in...&lt;br /&gt;You never really tried or so it seems&lt;br /&gt;I've had more than myself to blame&lt;br /&gt;I've had enough of trying everything&lt;br /&gt;And this time it is the end...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no more coming back this way&lt;br /&gt;The path is overgrown and strewn with thorns&lt;br /&gt;They've torn the life-blood from your naked eyes&lt;br /&gt;Cast aside to be forlorn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny, how it seems that all i've tried to do&lt;br /&gt;Seemed to make no difference to you at all...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216277-111216632039628046?l=valleyofmydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/feeds/111216632039628046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216277&amp;postID=111216632039628046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/111216632039628046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/111216632039628046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/2005/03/path-of-thorns-sarah-maclachlan.html' title='Path of thorns - sarah maclachlan'/><author><name>Amaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328118248809643705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216277.post-111163280035768629</id><published>2005-03-24T10:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T10:53:20.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and my pensiveness</title><content type='html'>I am in soppy mood...  reality outvie hope.. circumstances dictate i should decide to let go... i wish i can lie to myself.. how i wish i have that ability.. its sucks to be honest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jika Kau Bercinta Lagi - Alleycat/M Nasir&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jika kau bercinta lagi&lt;br /&gt;Cintalah sesungguhnya&lt;br /&gt;Jika kau bercinta lagi&lt;br /&gt;Jagalah kau hatinya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kau yang memilihnya&lt;br /&gt;Tanpa memikirkan tentang diriku&lt;br /&gt;Kiniku hanya dapat berdoa&lt;br /&gt;Agar berbahagia kau disampingnya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku tak dapat menghalang&lt;br /&gt;Kau punya kemahuan sendiri&lt;br /&gt;Biar kuhidup hanya mengenang&lt;br /&gt;Peristiwa yang tak dapat kulupa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kini aku hanya dapat berdoa&lt;br /&gt;Agar berbahagia kau disampingnya&lt;br /&gt;Selamat tinggal&lt;br /&gt;Aku mengundurkan diri....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........... c'est la vie.. au revoir, mon amor... c'est sucré comme du miel...  mais alors.... c'est temporaire....&lt;br /&gt;To all French people out there... forgive me if my french sucks....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216277-111163280035768629?l=valleyofmydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/feeds/111163280035768629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216277&amp;postID=111163280035768629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/111163280035768629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/111163280035768629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/2005/03/me-and-my-pensiveness.html' title='Me and my pensiveness'/><author><name>Amaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328118248809643705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216277.post-111156885431503665</id><published>2005-03-23T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T17:07:34.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is a lovebird</title><content type='html'>by Nikhil Parekh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a resplendent flower; the more you ardently&lt;br /&gt;inhale it; the more it casts its fragrant spell upon&lt;br /&gt;each cranny of your disastrously frazzled demeanor;&lt;br /&gt;for centuries immemorial,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is an invincible mountain; the more you valiantly&lt;br /&gt;clamber it; the more it impregnably defends every iota&lt;br /&gt;of your bereaved countenance; against the most&lt;br /&gt;acrimoniously vicious attacks,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a tantalizing ocean; the more you profusely&lt;br /&gt;swim in it; the more it envelops your cloudburst of&lt;br /&gt;inexplicable agonies; with its enchantingly rhapsodic&lt;br /&gt;tanginess,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a ravishing cloud; the more insatiably you&lt;br /&gt;float in it; the more it encapsulates your&lt;br /&gt;monotonously beleaguered senses; in an entrenchment of&lt;br /&gt;mystically voluptuous sensuousness,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a blazing Sun; the more unflinchingly you&lt;br /&gt;stare at it; the more it magnanimously bequeaths upon&lt;br /&gt;you the tenacity; to surge relentlessly forward&lt;br /&gt;towards your philanthropically divine goals,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a tingling dewdrop; the more bountifully you&lt;br /&gt;caress it; the more it enshrouds every element of your&lt;br /&gt;disastrously dwindling persona; with majestically&lt;br /&gt;tranquil compassion,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a resplendent star; the more uninhibitedly you&lt;br /&gt;let it in your dwelling; the more it wholesomely&lt;br /&gt;infiltrates your ghastily bereaved conscience; with&lt;br /&gt;innocuously twinkling beams of sacrosanct light,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is an exhilarating adventure; the more poignantly&lt;br /&gt;you pursue it; the more it enthrallingly perpetuates&lt;br /&gt;into each of your brutally extinguishing nerves; to&lt;br /&gt;unconquerably metamorphose them into the boundaries of&lt;br /&gt;spell binding paradise,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is an exotic waterfall; the more fervently you&lt;br /&gt;bathe in it; the more it astoundingly washes each of&lt;br /&gt;your inadvertently committed sin?s; maneuvering you&lt;br /&gt;towards the path of everlasting prosperity,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a true story; the more passionately you&lt;br /&gt;engross in it; the more it romantically titillates&lt;br /&gt;each aspect of your insidiously dithering existence;&lt;br /&gt;with its insurmountably ingratiating melody,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is an Omnipotent form; the more devoutly you&lt;br /&gt;respect it; the more it uninhibitedly blesses every&lt;br /&gt;aspect of your survival; miraculously transforming all&lt;br /&gt;your traumatized anguish; into a fountain of&lt;br /&gt;perennially sparkling happiness,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is an Omniscient elixir; the more tenaciously you&lt;br /&gt;drink it; the more it handsomely relieves you of even&lt;br /&gt;the most infinitesimal of your tensions; indefatigably&lt;br /&gt;propelling you to fantasize like a prince,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is an enchanting dream; the more unfathomably you&lt;br /&gt;perceive it; the more it blissfully it placates all&lt;br /&gt;your savagely manipulative apprehensions; engenders&lt;br /&gt;you to astonishingly procreate a countless more&lt;br /&gt;brilliantly victorious tomorrow?s,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a melodious song; the more you patriotically&lt;br /&gt;sing it; the more it bestows you with the Herculean&lt;br /&gt;tenacity; to wholesomely free your atrociously&lt;br /&gt;besieged; and sacred motherland,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is an unassailable fortress; the more you&lt;br /&gt;vehemently respect it; the more it perpetually&lt;br /&gt;sequesters you in its Omnipresent belly; nourishes&lt;br /&gt;each cranny of your existence with the tonic of&lt;br /&gt;radiantly vivacious righteousness,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a vivid rainbow; the more you profusely absorb&lt;br /&gt;it; the more it stupendously inundates your despicably&lt;br /&gt;collapsing existence; with an unsurpassable&lt;br /&gt;kaleidoscope; of beauty; color; and amiably charming&lt;br /&gt;humanity,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a humanitarian necklace; the more you&lt;br /&gt;chivalrously wear it; the more it showers upon your&lt;br /&gt;penurious visage all richness of this planet; the&lt;br /&gt;pricelessly regale religion of mankind,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a Divine heaven; the more you tirelessly&lt;br /&gt;salute it; the more it benevolently blesses your&lt;br /&gt;pathetically withering nostrils; with unsurpassable&lt;br /&gt;fireballs of aristocratically exuberant breath,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And life is a lovebird; the more you ecstatically let&lt;br /&gt;it fly; the more it envelops your tyrannically&lt;br /&gt;imprisoned heart; with immortal beats of love; love;&lt;br /&gt;and only unshakably godly Love?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(C)COPYRIGHT--2003, BY NIKHIL PAREKH. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216277-111156885431503665?l=valleyofmydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/feeds/111156885431503665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216277&amp;postID=111156885431503665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/111156885431503665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/111156885431503665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/2005/03/life-is-lovebird.html' title='Life is a lovebird'/><author><name>Amaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328118248809643705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216277.post-111156857407073216</id><published>2005-03-23T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T17:02:54.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Do I Feel So Sad</title><content type='html'>by Unknown (Alicia Keys)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends we've been for so long&lt;br /&gt;Now true colors are showing&lt;br /&gt;Makes me wanna cry&lt;br /&gt;oh yes it does&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I had to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;By now I should know&lt;br /&gt;That in time things would change&lt;br /&gt;So it shouldn't be so bad&lt;br /&gt;So why do I feel so sad&lt;br /&gt;How can I adjust&lt;br /&gt;To the way that things are going&lt;br /&gt;It's killing me slowly&lt;br /&gt;Oh I just want it to be how it used to be&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I wish that I could stay&lt;br /&gt;But in time things must change&lt;br /&gt;So it shouldn't be so bad&lt;br /&gt;So why do I feel so sad&lt;br /&gt;You cannot hide the way you feel inside&lt;br /&gt;I realize&lt;br /&gt;Your actions speak much louder than words&lt;br /&gt;So tell me why oh&lt;br /&gt;By now I should know that&lt;br /&gt;That in time things would change&lt;br /&gt;So it shouldn't be it shouldn't be so bad&lt;br /&gt;So why do I feel so sad&lt;br /&gt;By now I should know&lt;br /&gt;That in time things must change&lt;br /&gt;So it shouldn't be so bad&lt;br /&gt;So why do I feel so sad&lt;br /&gt;By now I should know&lt;br /&gt;That in time things must grow&lt;br /&gt;And I had to leave you behind&lt;br /&gt;So why do I feel so sad&lt;br /&gt;If it couldn't be that bad&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why&lt;br /&gt;By now I should know&lt;br /&gt;That in time things would change&lt;br /&gt;So it shouldn't be so bad&lt;br /&gt;So why do I feel so sad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216277-111156857407073216?l=valleyofmydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/feeds/111156857407073216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216277&amp;postID=111156857407073216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/111156857407073216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/111156857407073216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/2005/03/why-do-i-feel-so-sad.html' title='Why Do I Feel So Sad'/><author><name>Amaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328118248809643705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216277.post-111156842699644566</id><published>2005-03-23T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T17:00:26.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Immortal</title><content type='html'>by Amy Lee/Ben Moody/David Hodges (Evanescene)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so tired of being here&lt;br /&gt;suppressed by all of my childish fears&lt;br /&gt;and if you have to leave&lt;br /&gt;i wish that you would just leave&lt;br /&gt;cause your presence still lingers here&lt;br /&gt;and it won't leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these wounds won't seem to heal&lt;br /&gt;this pain is just too real&lt;br /&gt;there's just too much that time cannot erase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you cried i'd wipe away all of your tears&lt;br /&gt;when you'd scream i'd fight away all of your fears&lt;br /&gt;and i've held your hand through all of these years&lt;br /&gt;but you still have all of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you used to captivate me&lt;br /&gt;by your resonating light&lt;br /&gt;but now i'm bound by the life you left behind&lt;br /&gt;your face it haunts my once pleasant dreams&lt;br /&gt;your voice it chased away all the sanity in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these wounds won't seem to heal&lt;br /&gt;this pain is just too real&lt;br /&gt;there's just too much that time cannot erase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you cried i'd wipe away all of your tears&lt;br /&gt;when you'd scream i'd fight away all of your fears&lt;br /&gt;and i've held your hand through all of these years&lt;br /&gt;but you still have all of me&lt;br /&gt;i've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone&lt;br /&gt;but though you're still with me&lt;br /&gt;i've been alone all along&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216277-111156842699644566?l=valleyofmydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/feeds/111156842699644566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216277&amp;postID=111156842699644566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/111156842699644566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/111156842699644566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-immortal.html' title='My Immortal'/><author><name>Amaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328118248809643705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216277.post-111156814808683807</id><published>2005-03-23T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T16:55:48.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll Remember</title><content type='html'>by Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAY GOODBYE&lt;br /&gt;NOT KNOWING WHEN&lt;br /&gt;THE TRUTH IN MY WHOLE LIFE BEGAN&lt;br /&gt;SAY GOODBYE&lt;br /&gt;NOT KNOWING HOW TO CRY&lt;br /&gt;YOU TAUGHT ME THAT&lt;br /&gt;AND I'LL REMEMBER&lt;br /&gt;THE STRENGHT THAT YOU GAVE ME&lt;br /&gt;NOW THAT I'M STANDING ON MY OWN&lt;br /&gt;I'LL REMEMBER&lt;br /&gt;THE WAY THAT YOU SAVED ME&lt;br /&gt;I'LL REMEMBER&lt;br /&gt;INSIDE I WAS A CHILD&lt;br /&gt;THAT COULD NOT MEND A BROKEN WING&lt;br /&gt;OUTSIDE I LOOKED FOR A WAY&lt;br /&gt;TO TEACH MY HEART TO SING&lt;br /&gt;AND I'LL REMEMBER&lt;br /&gt;THE LOVE THAT YOU GAVE ME&lt;br /&gt;NOW THAT I'M STANDING ON MY OWN&lt;br /&gt;I'LL REMEMBER&lt;br /&gt;THE WAY THAT YOU CHANGED ME&lt;br /&gt;I'LL REMEMBER&lt;br /&gt;I LEARNEDTO LET GO&lt;br /&gt;OF THE ILLUSION&lt;br /&gt;THAT WE CAN POSSESS&lt;br /&gt;I LEARNED TO LET GO&lt;br /&gt;I TRAVEL IN STILLNESS&lt;br /&gt;I'LL REMEMBER HAPPINESS&lt;br /&gt;I'LL REMEMBER&lt;br /&gt;AND I'LL REMEMBER&lt;br /&gt;THE LOVE THAT YOU GAVE ME&lt;br /&gt;NOW THAT I'M STANDING ON MY OWN&lt;br /&gt;I'LL REMEMBER&lt;br /&gt;THE WAY THAT YOU CHANGED ME&lt;br /&gt;I'LL REMEMBER&lt;br /&gt;NOW I'LL NEVER BE AFRAID TO CRY&lt;br /&gt;NOW I FINALLY HAVE THE REASON WHY&lt;br /&gt;I'LL REMEMBER&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216277-111156814808683807?l=valleyofmydream.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216277.post-111156747763151055</id><published>2005-03-23T16:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T16:44:37.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>down the memory lane</title><content type='html'>Take a bow - Madonna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a bow, the night is over&lt;br /&gt;This masquerade is getting older&lt;br /&gt;Lights are low, the curtains are down&lt;br /&gt;There's no one here&lt;br /&gt;(There's no one here, there's no one in the crowd)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say your lines but do you feel them&lt;br /&gt;Do you mean what you say&lt;br /&gt;When there's no one around (no one around)&lt;br /&gt;Watching you, watching me&lt;br /&gt;One lonely star&lt;br /&gt;(One lonely star you don't know who you are)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always been in love with you&lt;br /&gt;I guess you've always known it's true&lt;br /&gt;You took my love for granted&lt;br /&gt;Why oh why&lt;br /&gt;The show is over say good-bye&lt;br /&gt;say good-bye, say good-bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make them laugh, it comes so easy&lt;br /&gt;When you get to the part&lt;br /&gt;Where you're breaking my heart&lt;br /&gt;Hide behind your smileA&lt;br /&gt;ll the world loves a clown&lt;br /&gt;(Just make 'em smile&lt;br /&gt;the whole world loves a clown)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish you well, I cannot stay&lt;br /&gt;You deserve an award&lt;br /&gt;For the role that you played&lt;br /&gt;No more masquerade&lt;br /&gt;You're one lonely star&lt;br /&gt;(One lonely star you dont know who you are)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the world is a stage&lt;br /&gt;And everyone has their part&lt;br /&gt;How was I to know&lt;br /&gt;Which way the story goes&lt;br /&gt;How was I to know you'd break&lt;br /&gt;You'd break, you'd break, you'd break&lt;br /&gt;You'd break my heart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216277.post-111156608507656287</id><published>2005-03-23T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T16:21:25.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Berhenti Berharap by Sheila on 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku tak percaya lagi&lt;br /&gt;Dengan apa yang kau beri&lt;br /&gt;Aku terdampar disini&lt;br /&gt;Tersudut menunggu mati&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku tak percaya lagi&lt;br /&gt;Akan guna matahari&lt;br /&gt;Yang dulu mampu terangi&lt;br /&gt;Sudut gelap hati ini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku berhenti berharap&lt;br /&gt;Dan menunggu datang gelap&lt;br /&gt;Sampai nanti suatu saat&lt;br /&gt;Tak ada cinta kudapat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa ada derita&lt;br /&gt;Bila bahagia tercipta&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa ada sang hitam&lt;br /&gt;Bila putih menyenangkan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku pulang ..... tanpa dendam&lt;br /&gt;Kuterima kekalahanku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku pulang.... tanpa dendam&lt;br /&gt;Kusalutkan kemenanganmu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kau ajarkan aku bahagia&lt;br /&gt;Kau ajarkan aku derita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kau tunjukkan aku bahagia&lt;br /&gt;Kau tunjukkan aku derita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kau berikan aku bahagia&lt;br /&gt;Kau berikan aku derita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku pulang ..... tanpa dendam&lt;br /&gt;Rebahkan tangguhmu&lt;br /&gt;Lepaskan perlahan&lt;br /&gt;Kau akan mengerti, semua...&lt;br /&gt;Aku pulang ..... tanpa dendam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216277-111156608507656287?l=valleyofmydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/feeds/111156608507656287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>I came by your house today&lt;br /&gt;I went up the stairs&lt;br /&gt;And sat at the dining hall&lt;br /&gt;I looked around&lt;br /&gt;The rooms echoed with our voice&lt;br /&gt;I should not be here without permission&lt;br /&gt;You aren’t here&lt;br /&gt;Far away you’ve gone&lt;br /&gt;I traced my fingers on the table&lt;br /&gt;And spelled your name on the dust&lt;br /&gt;I sat on your sofa bed and&lt;br /&gt;Stared at the silent tv&lt;br /&gt;How long had it been&lt;br /&gt;Since we sat here and watched it?&lt;br /&gt;I remember&lt;br /&gt;How we laughed till tears fell from our eyes&lt;br /&gt;How you held me while we watched&lt;br /&gt;Macross Zero&lt;br /&gt;I remember&lt;br /&gt;I stretched on your lap&lt;br /&gt;You stroke my hair&lt;br /&gt;As I slowly fell asleep&lt;br /&gt;I remember&lt;br /&gt;As I stood at the doorway&lt;br /&gt;How cold your bed, it seemed&lt;br /&gt;How lonely the bed sheet must have felt&lt;br /&gt;How bored your pillow must be&lt;br /&gt;But then again…&lt;br /&gt;This is not mine to ask&lt;br /&gt;Your are not mine to begin with&lt;br /&gt;What right do I have to stand here?&lt;br /&gt;In your hall&lt;br /&gt;What right do I have to shed tears?&lt;br /&gt;Here in your house&lt;br /&gt;What right do I have to love you?&lt;br /&gt;When you are in someone else’s arm&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry&lt;br /&gt;If my love seemed too much for you&lt;br /&gt;If my tears seemed too much on you…&lt;br /&gt;But then again…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216277-111146540329661171?l=valleyofmydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/feeds/111146540329661171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216277&amp;postID=111146540329661171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/111146540329661171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/111146540329661171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-came-by-your-house-today-i-went-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Amaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328118248809643705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216277.post-111146526132946813</id><published>2005-03-22T12:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T12:21:01.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fugacious you</title><content type='html'>We&lt;br /&gt;Have graduated&lt;br /&gt;From friends to something totally new, undefined roles&lt;br /&gt;We&lt;br /&gt;Have crossed those boundaries&lt;br /&gt;That we both had agreed never to traverse&lt;br /&gt;We&lt;br /&gt;Trying to act it cool&lt;br /&gt;When in fact trying&lt;br /&gt;To analyze what is happening to us&lt;br /&gt;What would happen to us?&lt;br /&gt;The magnitude of our folly&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;Will tell you; will not let you&lt;br /&gt;Treat me like a dirty, cheap tramp&lt;br /&gt;Will tell you&lt;br /&gt;Should forget about those rules&lt;br /&gt;We’ve broken it&lt;br /&gt;We will have to live by it&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;Desire commitments from you&lt;br /&gt;For the well being of my feelings&lt;br /&gt;To be aware of my heart&lt;br /&gt;To be polite with me, at the least&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;Don’t want to know&lt;br /&gt;How many lovers you have&lt;br /&gt;How many girls you kept&lt;br /&gt;How you feel right now&lt;br /&gt;I own you not; you own me not&lt;br /&gt;When the time comes&lt;br /&gt;When the game’s over&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;Will let you go completely&lt;br /&gt;Just you wait&lt;br /&gt;For the right girl to come along&lt;br /&gt;Grab her; marry her&lt;br /&gt;You’ll see&lt;br /&gt;And B.Maria’ll be history&lt;br /&gt;I promise you that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216277-111146526132946813?l=valleyofmydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/feeds/111146526132946813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216277&amp;postID=111146526132946813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/111146526132946813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/111146526132946813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/2005/03/fugacious-you.html' title='Fugacious you'/><author><name>Amaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328118248809643705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216277.post-111146511954118977</id><published>2005-03-22T12:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T12:18:39.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lament of a Sinner</title><content type='html'>I know&lt;br /&gt;I will never be a good person&lt;br /&gt;I am much too passionate with what I believed in&lt;br /&gt;Whether it’s wrong or right&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that is why I dived into this turmoil&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am afraid I will be left alone&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am afraid of closeness&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am tired of being Miss-Goody-Two-Shoes&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am ruled by my sensuality&lt;br /&gt;Sexuality&lt;br /&gt;Lust and desires&lt;br /&gt;For love&lt;br /&gt;For life&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I lack the courage to dictate what I want&lt;br /&gt;So I jumped in every band wagon I met on my way&lt;br /&gt;Just go along with the mainstream&lt;br /&gt;Maybe there is a wild beast in me&lt;br /&gt;Too hard to tame&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am not as strong as I want to be&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I don’t have principles at all&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am just plain stupid&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am a coward&lt;br /&gt;Too afraid to lose all the good things&lt;br /&gt;So I compromised&lt;br /&gt;I negotiated with the Devil&lt;br /&gt;I sold my soul&lt;br /&gt;In exchange for warmth and love&lt;br /&gt;So false and insincere&lt;br /&gt;Hoarding up hurt after hurt&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I take comfort in these&lt;br /&gt;Because I am so afraid the truth will leave me&lt;br /&gt;That the truth will strip me off my being&lt;br /&gt;Of who I am&lt;br /&gt;Who am I?&lt;br /&gt;A loser?&lt;br /&gt;A two-timing-asshole?&lt;br /&gt;A friend said&lt;br /&gt;I have the strength to change and move on&lt;br /&gt;But I lost the courage somewhere in between&lt;br /&gt;I am lost&lt;br /&gt;I can’t find my way home&lt;br /&gt;I missed home; the genuine warmth in it&lt;br /&gt;It is cold out here&lt;br /&gt;Though I am surrounded by fire of lust&lt;br /&gt;I am freezing inside&lt;br /&gt;Deliberately drinking the poisonous liquor in my hand&lt;br /&gt;Giving up on the warmth&lt;br /&gt;And welcoming the darkness in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Cos somehow&lt;br /&gt;Though I tried&lt;br /&gt;I can’t be a good enough person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“.. May God grant His Grace to forgive me..”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216277-111146511954118977?l=valleyofmydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/feeds/111146511954118977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216277&amp;postID=111146511954118977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/111146511954118977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/111146511954118977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/2005/03/lament-of-sinner.html' title='Lament of a Sinner'/><author><name>Amaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328118248809643705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216277.post-111018806670695690</id><published>2005-03-07T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T17:34:26.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to live</title><content type='html'>I want to live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dragon’s dreams&lt;br /&gt;Fairy’s wishes&lt;br /&gt;I looked into their eyes&lt;br /&gt;The legend lives&lt;br /&gt;Firedrakes dancing the ancient beat&lt;br /&gt;Trolls drooling over the blithe flesh&lt;br /&gt;I stand amongst them&lt;br /&gt;Experiencing the alive spark of sensation&lt;br /&gt;The circles of life&lt;br /&gt;The realms of existence&lt;br /&gt;Each completing one another&lt;br /&gt;Blending ice and fire&lt;br /&gt;Fusing death and life&lt;br /&gt;Joining dreams and realities&lt;br /&gt;In the everlasting reverie&lt;br /&gt;I sing the song of healing&lt;br /&gt;The primitive yearning of peace and symmetry&lt;br /&gt;Curing the hurt left by the blast of hatred&lt;br /&gt;As the chieftain sentenced to death&lt;br /&gt;Raising his face to the sky and cried:&lt;br /&gt;Freedom!!&lt;br /&gt;Freedom!!!&lt;br /&gt;Freedom!!!!&lt;br /&gt;And thousands of dragons’ soul joining him&lt;br /&gt;In the uproar that shook the universe&lt;br /&gt;Vibrations that could still be felt till the end of creation&lt;br /&gt;And died together&lt;br /&gt;I play the song of shaping&lt;br /&gt;Summoning all life to my feet&lt;br /&gt;Shaping a new world of love and understanding&lt;br /&gt;Lulling words of wisdom and faith&lt;br /&gt;I am the future&lt;br /&gt;I am today&lt;br /&gt;I was yesterday&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes and lift my hands to the heaven&lt;br /&gt;Inhaling the sweet aroma of joy of living&lt;br /&gt;Exhaling the pain of heartache&lt;br /&gt;And I cry out:&lt;br /&gt;Alive!&lt;br /&gt;Alive!!&lt;br /&gt;Alive!!!&lt;br /&gt;And the dragons cry out together&lt;br /&gt;Freedom!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B.Maria (inspired by a book.. Dragon Lance? Can’t remember.. :p)&lt;br /&gt;January 99&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216277-111018806670695690?l=valleyofmydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/feeds/111018806670695690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216277&amp;postID=111018806670695690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/111018806670695690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/111018806670695690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-want-to-live.html' title='I want to live'/><author><name>Amaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328118248809643705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216277.post-111018798811377478</id><published>2005-03-07T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T17:33:08.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My thoughts</title><content type='html'>My thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a poet&lt;br /&gt;Aesthetic words baffle me&lt;br /&gt;Let alone to compose a single, simple rhyme&lt;br /&gt;I grew up in a world of simple means&lt;br /&gt;For simple words&lt;br /&gt;But for once&lt;br /&gt;I’ll try my best to put what I feel&lt;br /&gt;What I see&lt;br /&gt;What I think&lt;br /&gt;In this simple verse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came here with a single quest&lt;br /&gt;To search the answers&lt;br /&gt;To thousand of doubts and questions&lt;br /&gt;That plagued me all these years&lt;br /&gt;As time passed me by&lt;br /&gt;People I met amazed me&lt;br /&gt;They came and they lingered awhile&lt;br /&gt;They left&lt;br /&gt;Leaving behind markings in the wake of my life&lt;br /&gt;Some faded in time&lt;br /&gt;Some muddled up in my memory&lt;br /&gt;Few rooted in my heart&lt;br /&gt;I walked my life&lt;br /&gt;Aware of the footprints only of my own&lt;br /&gt;These traces sometimes turn into apparitions&lt;br /&gt;I had to run from their maddening whispers&lt;br /&gt;The manic sneer in their eyes&lt;br /&gt;The skeletons in my closet&lt;br /&gt;Stalking my waking moment&lt;br /&gt;Mocking my sleeps&lt;br /&gt;Stealing into my dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I bolted with the wind&lt;br /&gt;Awareness came upon me&lt;br /&gt;There were footsteps beside mine&lt;br /&gt;Following me&lt;br /&gt;Then I heard soothing murmur around me&lt;br /&gt;Taming the beast in me&lt;br /&gt;Inspiring in its power of healing&lt;br /&gt;I slowed down to a trot&lt;br /&gt;Now I walk my life with full understanding&lt;br /&gt;I am not walking alone&lt;br /&gt;You’re always there, I know&lt;br /&gt;I will always remember you&lt;br /&gt;The distant beacon in the veil of my nights&lt;br /&gt;The serene blue of midnight moon&lt;br /&gt;Casting light on my darken heart&lt;br /&gt;Driving out the shadows&lt;br /&gt;The one that I’d tried to run away from&lt;br /&gt;The effervescent energy of purified soul&lt;br /&gt;Keeping me sane in their warm, secure embrace&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I’ll remember you that way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nuraini Ghaifullah – some days I just feel overwhelm by friendships&lt;br /&gt;11/10/98&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216277-111018798811377478?l=valleyofmydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216277.post-111018794120308168</id><published>2005-03-07T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T17:32:21.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The disconcert of my being&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;Stood in the middle&lt;br /&gt;Of a room&lt;br /&gt;Full of people&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;Waited for someone&lt;br /&gt;To show me the way&lt;br /&gt;To a place where I belong&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;Saw them&lt;br /&gt;Familiar faces&lt;br /&gt;Moving around me&lt;br /&gt;In precise fashion&lt;br /&gt;I knew them all along&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;Reached to touch&lt;br /&gt;Their shadow&lt;br /&gt;Their cool face&lt;br /&gt;Looking at me&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;Just learnt&lt;br /&gt;Nobody saw me&lt;br /&gt;In that room&lt;br /&gt;Full of people&lt;br /&gt;How tragic!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ann’97&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>Amaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328118248809643705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216277.post-110775903039920750</id><published>2005-02-07T14:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T14:53:46.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem by Larisa Sadyuk - 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feed your sorrow to the fire,&lt;br /&gt;To the last reluctant spark,&lt;br /&gt;And your memories will die or&lt;br /&gt;Disappear in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing here will remind you&lt;br /&gt;Of August left&lt;br /&gt;In the kindom of the blind,&lt;br /&gt;Music of the deaf. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216277-110775903039920750?l=valleyofmydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/feeds/110775903039920750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216277&amp;postID=110775903039920750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/110775903039920750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/110775903039920750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/2005/02/poem-by-larisa-sadyuk-2.html' title='Poem by Larisa Sadyuk - 2'/><author><name>Amaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328118248809643705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216277.post-110775898016196713</id><published>2005-02-07T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T14:49:40.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem by Larisa Sadyuk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a name="We_belong_to_the_far-away_land,"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We belong to the far-away land,&lt;br /&gt;To the world of a strangest belief,&lt;br /&gt;That my heart is a shell on the sand,&lt;br /&gt;While your heart is a red maple leaf. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our palaces soaring between&lt;br /&gt;Earth and heaven are soaked in mist.&lt;br /&gt;Crystal domes... They are not to be seen.&lt;br /&gt;Though we've always believed they exist. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When the sequence is broken, the haze&lt;br /&gt;Of uncertainty leaks through the crack.&lt;br /&gt;When the wind sets your forest ablaze&lt;br /&gt;Autumn comes and it's time to go back. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You will see many faces of Fall,&lt;br /&gt;Many old and peculiar lands&lt;br /&gt;And «goodbye» is a red rubber ball&lt;br /&gt;Rolling slowly into your hands &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216277-110775898016196713?l=valleyofmydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/feeds/110775898016196713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216277&amp;postID=110775898016196713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/110775898016196713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/110775898016196713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/2005/02/poem-by-larisa-sadyuk.html' title='Poem by Larisa Sadyuk'/><author><name>Amaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328118248809643705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216277.post-110670393122315040</id><published>2005-01-26T09:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T09:45:31.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Song for My Muse</title><content type='html'>Tonight I wished&lt;br /&gt;I have a pair of wings&lt;br /&gt;So that I can be there&lt;br /&gt;To be by your side&lt;br /&gt;This loneliness&lt;br /&gt;Eats me from inside&lt;br /&gt;My lips curl in smile&lt;br /&gt;But my heart frowns in despair&lt;br /&gt;I dreaded the night that comes&lt;br /&gt;Your face would visit me again&lt;br /&gt;Your voice would speak to me&lt;br /&gt;In a vaporous whisper&lt;br /&gt;Echoes in my head&lt;br /&gt;My heart would scream your name&lt;br /&gt;Over and over again&lt;br /&gt;And I would cry again&lt;br /&gt;Missing you is the most&lt;br /&gt;Painful feelings that I abhor&lt;br /&gt;I wished&lt;br /&gt;I could have a painter brush&lt;br /&gt;So that I can paint my whole life&lt;br /&gt;In different light&lt;br /&gt;So that I can put colors for my feelings&lt;br /&gt;A rainbow that illuminate my life&lt;br /&gt;Not this darkness in remembrance&lt;br /&gt;Not these murkiness of futures uncertainty&lt;br /&gt;I wished&lt;br /&gt;I could be the wind that caress your red skin&lt;br /&gt;Under the sun&lt;br /&gt;Cool you down as you close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I would blow away your heat and worries&lt;br /&gt;I wished&lt;br /&gt;I could be the star&lt;br /&gt;Like diamantes on black velvet&lt;br /&gt;That glows for those&lt;br /&gt;Whose heart laden with darkness&lt;br /&gt;Especially for you&lt;br /&gt;I wished&lt;br /&gt;I could be a sparrow&lt;br /&gt;That perched by the windowsill of your office&lt;br /&gt;And watching you&lt;br /&gt;Loving you&lt;br /&gt;Yearning for you&lt;br /&gt;Tonight&lt;br /&gt;As I close my tired, teary eyes&lt;br /&gt;I dream of you again….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216277-110670393122315040?l=valleyofmydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/feeds/110670393122315040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216277&amp;postID=110670393122315040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/110670393122315040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/110670393122315040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/2005/01/song-for-my-muse.html' title='A Song for My Muse'/><author><name>Amaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328118248809643705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216277.post-110610627474244445</id><published>2005-01-19T11:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T11:44:34.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Runner</title><content type='html'>I will no longer chase&lt;br /&gt;After your running shadow&lt;br /&gt;Everyone keeps on running&lt;br /&gt;The goal still cannot be seen&lt;br /&gt;What does today hold?&lt;br /&gt;What lies ahead tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;Facing the faraway distant lights&lt;br /&gt;I will even now keep on running&lt;br /&gt;I will no longer be misled&lt;br /&gt;I will walk only my own path&lt;br /&gt;Everyone keeps on running&lt;br /&gt;Though the goal is far away&lt;br /&gt;Within the days that pass through today&lt;br /&gt;I'll be glad if tomorrow comes&lt;br /&gt;Facing the faraway distant lights&lt;br /&gt;I will even now keep on running&lt;br /&gt;I will not stop anymore&lt;br /&gt;Someday, we will meet too&lt;br /&gt;Everyone keeps on running&lt;br /&gt;Though the goal cannot be seen&lt;br /&gt;Today is said to be a day of hope&lt;br /&gt;The future is said to be bright, but&lt;br /&gt;Facing the faraway distant lights&lt;br /&gt;I will even now keep on running&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216277-110610627474244445?l=valleyofmydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/feeds/110610627474244445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216277&amp;postID=110610627474244445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/110610627474244445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/110610627474244445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/2005/01/runner.html' title='Runner'/><author><name>Amaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328118248809643705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216277.post-110610441272886906</id><published>2005-01-19T11:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T11:13:32.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yasashisa Sayonara</title><content type='html'>My heart aches, a draft blows through my heart&lt;br /&gt;Although we sometimes had fights&lt;br /&gt;Even now, your gentleness has not changed&lt;br /&gt;That was what I couldn't bear&lt;br /&gt;I ran out of your empty room without a word&lt;br /&gt;In front of a station with nowhere to go&lt;br /&gt;Yes, at last I understood&lt;br /&gt;Your gentleness is the reverse of weakness&lt;br /&gt;I am the one who has changed&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, I bid you farewell&lt;br /&gt;Without our knowing it, day by day our hearts&lt;br /&gt;Drifted apart from each other&lt;br /&gt;Every day was the same thing over again&lt;br /&gt;Long ago, that would have been comfortable&lt;br /&gt;I went away and you were all alone&lt;br /&gt;A new life awaits&lt;br /&gt;I cannot turn back&lt;br /&gt;Because I don't need your gentleness anymore&lt;br /&gt;I cannot fill this gap in my heart&lt;br /&gt;So don't hold me back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216277.post-110533266227734426</id><published>2005-01-10T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T12:51:02.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laugh while we can.....</title><content type='html'>"10 Commandments of Marriage"&lt;br /&gt;         Commandment 1.&lt;br /&gt;         Marriages are made in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;         But so again, are thunder and lightning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Commandment 2.&lt;br /&gt;         If you want your spouse to listen and&lt;br /&gt;         pay strict attention to every word you say,&lt;br /&gt;         talk in your sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Commandment 3.&lt;br /&gt;         Marriage is grand --&lt;br /&gt;         and divorce is at least 100 grand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Commandment 4.&lt;br /&gt;         Married life is very frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;         In the first year of marriage,&lt;br /&gt;         the man speaks and the woman listens.&lt;br /&gt;         In the second year, the woman speaks&lt;br /&gt;         and the man listens.&lt;br /&gt;         In the third year, they both speak and&lt;br /&gt;         the neighbors listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Commandment 5.&lt;br /&gt;         When a man opens the door of his car&lt;br /&gt;         for his wife, you can be sure of one thing:&lt;br /&gt;         Either the car is new or the wife is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Commandment 6.&lt;br /&gt;         Marriage is when a man and woman&lt;br /&gt;         become as one; the trouble starts when&lt;br /&gt;         they try to decide which one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Commandment 7.&lt;br /&gt;         Before marriage, a man will lie awake&lt;br /&gt;         all night thinking about something you&lt;br /&gt;         said. After marriage, he will fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;         before you finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Commandment 8.&lt;br /&gt;         Every man wants a wife who is beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;         understanding, economical, and a good&lt;br /&gt;         cook. But the law allows only one wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Commandment 9.&lt;br /&gt;         Every woman wants a man who is handsome,&lt;br /&gt;         understanding, economical and a considerate&lt;br /&gt;         lover, but again, the law allows only one husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Commandment 10.&lt;br /&gt;         Man is incomplete until he marries.&lt;br /&gt;         After that, he is finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Bonus Commandment story:&lt;br /&gt;         A married couple married MANY years came upon&lt;br /&gt;         a wishing well. The wife leaned over, made a wish&lt;br /&gt;         and threw in a penny. The husband decided to make&lt;br /&gt;         a wish too. But he leaned over too much, fell into the&lt;br /&gt;         well, and drowned. The wife was stunned for a moment&lt;br /&gt;         but then smiled,  "Wow!  It really works!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216277-110533266227734426?l=valleyofmydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/feeds/110533266227734426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216277&amp;postID=110533266227734426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/110533266227734426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/110533266227734426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/2005/01/laugh-while-we-can.html' title='Laugh while we can.....'/><author><name>Amaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328118248809643705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216277.post-110533244756719110</id><published>2005-01-10T13:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T12:47:27.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kumpulan Puitis - Berbaik sangkalah</title><content type='html'>Berbaik sangkalah&lt;br /&gt;Bahwa Dia hanya ingin menyapa&lt;br /&gt;Menyadarkan kita yang terlupa&lt;br /&gt;Menengadah ke jendela&lt;br /&gt;langit,&lt;br /&gt;untuk meminta&lt;br /&gt;Berpikir jernihlah&lt;br /&gt;Sebab Ia tahu&lt;br /&gt;Zikir lebih mudah terlafaz&lt;br /&gt;Jika berbaur dalam isak, bukan gelak&lt;br /&gt;Berbaik sangkalah&lt;br /&gt;Karena Ia hanya ingin menyentil&lt;br /&gt;Tangan-tangan kita yang jahil&lt;br /&gt;Serta rajin menjamah yang batil&lt;br /&gt;Berpikir jernihlah&lt;br /&gt;Bahwa dalam gulatan nestapa&lt;br /&gt;Getar doa lebih mudah terucap&lt;br /&gt;Dalam setiap ratap&lt;br /&gt;Dalam setiap senyap&lt;br /&gt;Berpadulah, uluran bantuan mesra dengan dekap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~genovian~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216277-110533244756719110?l=valleyofmydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/feeds/110533244756719110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216277&amp;postID=110533244756719110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/110533244756719110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/110533244756719110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/2005/01/kumpulan-puitis-berbaik-sangkalah.html' title='Kumpulan Puitis - Berbaik sangkalah'/><author><name>Amaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328118248809643705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216277.post-110533240100925666</id><published>2005-01-10T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T12:46:41.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diamond Dust</title><content type='html'>Making your heart cry again tonight&lt;br /&gt;The angels are testing us&lt;br /&gt;Is my love like sparkling glass?&lt;br /&gt;Or like an ash-covered diamond?&lt;br /&gt;The setting sun will someday&lt;br /&gt;Flush out the answer&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm lovin' you...&lt;br /&gt;That love for you is my living,&lt;br /&gt;is my shining&lt;br /&gt;Always lovin' you...&lt;br /&gt;While melting&lt;br /&gt;your frozen loneliness with a kiss...&lt;br /&gt;On the night&lt;br /&gt;when the moon of loneliness is full&lt;br /&gt;Let's embrace within my coat&lt;br /&gt;Because people&lt;br /&gt;aren't strong enough to tame&lt;br /&gt;The rampant pain in their hearts&lt;br /&gt;It's alright&lt;br /&gt;if you turn to me&lt;br /&gt;With your tear soaked eyes&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm lovin' you&lt;br /&gt;No matter how much it's hurt,&lt;br /&gt;this love is a diamond&lt;br /&gt;Always lovin' you&lt;br /&gt;Though I still can't erase&lt;br /&gt;the loneliness falling on you&lt;br /&gt;With the fragments of our love&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure we'll fill in the puzzle&lt;br /&gt;of the map to paradise&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm lovin' you...&lt;br /&gt;That love for you is my living,&lt;br /&gt;is my shining&lt;br /&gt;Always lovin' you...&lt;br /&gt;While melting your frozen loneliness&lt;br /&gt;With a kiss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BY MORI. Y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216277-110533240100925666?l=valleyofmydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/feeds/110533240100925666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216277&amp;postID=110533240100925666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/110533240100925666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/110533240100925666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/2005/01/diamond-dust.html' title='Diamond Dust'/><author><name>Amaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328118248809643705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216277.post-110481127233948875</id><published>2005-01-04T11:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T12:01:12.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PUISI UNTUK TUHAN</title><content type='html'>Sungguh kami tidak mengerti&lt;br /&gt;Betapa dalam kecintaan-Mu kepada hamba-hamba-Mu&lt;br /&gt;Sungguh kami tidak terucap&lt;br /&gt;Betapa menggunungnya kerinduan-Mu&lt;br /&gt;Bertemu dengan mereka&lt;br /&gt;Yang lewat matari terbenam&lt;br /&gt;Belum ketemui&lt;br /&gt;Sungguh kami tidak terpikir&lt;br /&gt;Betapa besarnya Rahmat-Mu&lt;br /&gt;Kala kau detikkan dalam hati kalangan kami&lt;br /&gt;Untuk menghala ke tempat lain&lt;br /&gt;Tidak tersangka nyawa tertebus&lt;br /&gt;Sungguh kami tidak terdaya&lt;br /&gt;Menahan  teguran-Mu kala kami hanyut&lt;br /&gt;Dalam sungai kehidupan&lt;br /&gt;Alpa kami dengan indahnya syurga dunia&lt;br /&gt;Yang hanya biasan&lt;br /&gt;Sungguh kami tidak upaya&lt;br /&gt;Menukar segala yang berlaku&lt;br /&gt;Lantas rakusnya kami sendiri yang mencipta&lt;br /&gt;Pantas sekali Kau menyapa&lt;br /&gt;Umpama sebatnya seorang ayah kepada anaknya&lt;br /&gt;Ya, amat perit&lt;br /&gt;Tetapi mengajar&lt;br /&gt;Aduhai….&lt;br /&gt;Indahnya berada dalam pelukan iman-Mu&lt;br /&gt;Tersenyum-senyum dan tertawa di sisi-Mu&lt;br /&gt;Mencicipi manisnya hidangan dari cangkir emas pemberian-Mu&lt;br /&gt;Berkah dari ketidakputus asa&lt;br /&gt;Sabar tatkala dirundung siksaan dan malapetaka&lt;br /&gt;Redha hilang kemilikan mereka atas nama-Mu&lt;br /&gt;Berumahtangga dengan cabaran demi agama-Mu&lt;br /&gt;Mencintai-Mu&lt;br /&gt;Aduhai…&lt;br /&gt;Apakah aku mampu mencapai darjah mereka, Ya Tuhan?&lt;br /&gt;Sedang aku enak diuliti duniaku…&lt;br /&gt;Sebatan-Mu amat pedih, Ya Tuhan&lt;br /&gt;Walau tidak langsung ke atas diriku&lt;br /&gt;Aku ingin bersama mereka&lt;br /&gt;Yang kini sedang bersenang-senang di sisi-Mu&lt;br /&gt;Layakkah diriku?&lt;br /&gt;Bagaimana harusku bersihkan selut hitam&lt;br /&gt;Di sekeliling hatiku?&lt;br /&gt;Bagaimana harus Rahmah-Mu sampai ke dalam nuraniku, Ya Tuhan…&lt;br /&gt;Kerana aku hamba yang bangsat…&lt;br /&gt;Ampunilah ku, Ya Rabb&lt;br /&gt;Aku tidak mungkin mendapat&lt;br /&gt;Pahala para Rasul dan Nabi&lt;br /&gt;Apalagi para syuhada dan abid&lt;br /&gt;Cukup kiranya&lt;br /&gt;Dosa-dosaku yang sebanyak&lt;br /&gt;Debu-debu di dunia&lt;br /&gt;Kau ampuni, Ya Tuhan&lt;br /&gt;Cukup kiranya&lt;br /&gt;Kau letakkan tanda noktah yang abadi&lt;br /&gt;Di atas kejahilan dan keengkaranku&lt;br /&gt;Cukup kiranya&lt;br /&gt;Kau ambil nyawaku&lt;br /&gt;Tatkala aku sedang sujud&lt;br /&gt;Memohon ampun dari-Mu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Bea ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216277-110481127233948875?l=valleyofmydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/feeds/110481127233948875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216277&amp;postID=110481127233948875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/110481127233948875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/110481127233948875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/2005/01/puisi-untuk-tuhan.html' title='PUISI UNTUK TUHAN'/><author><name>Amaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328118248809643705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216277.post-110472460570311077</id><published>2005-01-03T11:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T11:56:45.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Puisi untuk Mu</title><content type='html'>Saat KAU ketuk perlahan secuil debu kepunyaan-MU&lt;br /&gt;Saat KAU sentuh rapuhnya secuil debu ciptaan-MU&lt;br /&gt;Saat KAU hamburkan kumpulan debu-debu milik-MU&lt;br /&gt;Saat KAU hamparkan debu-debu halus yang tak berdaya di tangan-MU&lt;br /&gt;Saat KAU hempaskan bulir debu di tempat yang KAU PILIH….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sungguh…&lt;br /&gt;Kami dan mereka hanya debu yang harus kembali kepada-MU&lt;br /&gt;Kami dan mereka hanya debu yang tak mampu menolak kejadian rahasia-MU&lt;br /&gt;Kami dan mereka hanya debu yang patut menerima sketsa rencana-MU&lt;br /&gt;Kami dan mereka hanya debu yang tak pantas menghadang kuasa-MU&lt;br /&gt;Kami dan mereka hanya debu yang telah KAU buatkan catatan sendiri-sendiri…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yaa Rabb..YANG MAHA MENCINTA, YANG membetik tiap-tiap deret kejadian…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ikhlaskan hati dan pikiran kami, bagi mereka…saudara yang kami sayangi…namun teramat KAU sayangi hingga bergegas mereka membuat janji untuk menjumpai-MU…&lt;br /&gt;Pasrahkan hati dan pikiran kami, bagi mereka…saudara yang amat kami cintai…namun sungguh dalam KAU cintai hingga amat cepat mereka merindu menatap wajah-MU…&lt;br /&gt;Hiburkan hati dan pikiran kami, bagi mereka…saudara yang selalu kami andalkan..namun lebih KAU pilih untuk syahidkan mereka hingga duduknya sejajar dengan syuhada-syuhada kekasih-MU…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Rabb…YANG MAHA MENYAKSIKAN, YANG menyusun tiap-tiap kerangka keadaan…&lt;br /&gt;Kami yakin KAU pilih mereka bukan kami,&lt;br /&gt;Karena mereka umat terbaik di negeri ini, yang berani menegakkan Undang-Undang-MU&lt;br /&gt;Kami yakin KAU pilih mereka bukan kami,&lt;br /&gt;Karena mereka umat tersabar di negeri ini, yang tak pernah lepas diberondong ujian-ujian-MU&lt;br /&gt;Kami sadar KAU pilih mereka bukan kami,&lt;br /&gt;Karena mereka umat terbesar di negeri ini, yang siap menjadi khalifah terbaik sesuai keinginan-MU&lt;br /&gt;Sedang kami ????....pada ENGKAU-lah jawabannya…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yaa Rabb..SANG PENGUASA BUMI LANGIT, YANG mengomando tiap-tiap  baris peristiwa…&lt;br /&gt;Syahidkan mereka, hidangkan syafaat untuknya&lt;br /&gt;Syahidkan mereka, sediakan syurga baginya&lt;br /&gt;Syahidkan mereka, gugurkan dosanya&lt;br /&gt;Syahidkan mereka, angkat derajatnya&lt;br /&gt;Salam kami bagi Rasulullah dan para syuhada…&lt;br /&gt;Salam kami bagi mereka, yang kini sedang asyik menikmati indahnya bercengkerama dan bertandang di KERAJAAN-MU…&lt;br /&gt;SUBHANALLAH…ALLAHU AKBAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyen @ &lt;a href="mailto:eyen@divre7.telkom.cd.id"&gt;eyen@divre7.telkom.cd.id&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**kutulis tiga hari setelah KAU isyaratkan kami**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216277-110472460570311077?l=valleyofmydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/feeds/110472460570311077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216277&amp;postID=110472460570311077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/110472460570311077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/110472460570311077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/2005/01/puisi-untuk-mu.html' title='Puisi untuk Mu'/><author><name>Amaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328118248809643705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216277.post-110420517868127532</id><published>2004-12-28T11:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T11:39:38.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Musing</title><content type='html'>Drops of gold&lt;br /&gt;on vocal cord&lt;br /&gt;-- your voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peek of moonlight&lt;br /&gt;on dark, still lake&lt;br /&gt;-- your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fire cracking&lt;br /&gt;inside snow covered hut&lt;br /&gt;-- your hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grey... in my thoughts...&lt;br /&gt;Phantom... in my mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216277-110420517868127532?l=valleyofmydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/feeds/110420517868127532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216277&amp;postID=110420517868127532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/110420517868127532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/110420517868127532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/2004/12/musing.html' title='Musing'/><author><name>Amaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328118248809643705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216277.post-110378571407795928</id><published>2004-12-23T15:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T15:08:34.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://myhero.com/poets/mattienew.asp"&gt;http://myhero.com/poets/mattienew.asp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rain kisses the burning earth&lt;br /&gt;mist rises up from every pores&lt;br /&gt;trees yawn and open their eyes&lt;br /&gt;grasses stir and peek out&lt;br /&gt;from under heavy soil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rain comes and cools the earth&lt;br /&gt;-- but no more&lt;br /&gt;the sun steals the coolness&lt;br /&gt;the earth weeps for it&lt;br /&gt;but it wont return&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216277-110378571407795928?l=valleyofmydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/feeds/110378571407795928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216277&amp;postID=110378571407795928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/110378571407795928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/110378571407795928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/2004/12/httpmyhero.html' title=''/><author><name>Amaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328118248809643705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216277.post-110378375239059962</id><published>2004-12-23T14:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T14:35:52.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In memory of Mattie Stepanek</title><content type='html'>For Our World&lt;br /&gt;We need to stop.&lt;br /&gt;Just stop.&lt;br /&gt;top for a moment&lt;br /&gt;Before anybody&lt;br /&gt;Says or does anything&lt;br /&gt;That may hurt anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;We need to be silent.&lt;br /&gt;Just silent.&lt;br /&gt;Silent for a moment&lt;br /&gt;Before we forever lose&lt;br /&gt;The blessing of songs&lt;br /&gt;That grow in our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;We need to notice.&lt;br /&gt;Just notice.&lt;br /&gt;Notice for a moment&lt;br /&gt;Before the future slips away&lt;br /&gt;Into ashes and dust of humility.&lt;br /&gt;Stop, be silent, and notice&lt;br /&gt;In so many ways, we are the same.&lt;br /&gt;Our differences are unique treasures.&lt;br /&gt;We have, we are, a mosaic of gifts&lt;br /&gt;To nurture, to offer, to accept.&lt;br /&gt;We need to be.&lt;br /&gt;Just be.&lt;br /&gt;Be for a moment&lt;br /&gt;Kind and gentle, innocent and trusting,&lt;br /&gt;Like children and lambs,&lt;br /&gt;Never judging or vengeful&lt;br /&gt;Like the judging and vengeful.&lt;br /&gt;And now, let us pray,&lt;br /&gt;Differently, yet together,&lt;br /&gt;Before there is no earth, no life,&lt;br /&gt;No chance for peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mattie J.T. Stepanek&lt;br /&gt;September 12, 2001&lt;br /&gt;© Hyperion. All Rights Reserved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216277-110378375239059962?l=valleyofmydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/feeds/110378375239059962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216277&amp;postID=110378375239059962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/110378375239059962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/110378375239059962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/2004/12/in-memory-of-mattie-stepanek.html' title='In memory of Mattie Stepanek'/><author><name>Amaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328118248809643705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216277.post-110231439487931211</id><published>2004-12-06T14:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T14:26:34.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembe when - Alan Jackson</title><content type='html'>Remember when I was young and so were you&lt;br /&gt;and time stood still and love was all we knew&lt;br /&gt;You were the first, so was I&lt;br /&gt;We made love and then you cried&lt;br /&gt;Remember when&lt;br /&gt;Remember when we vowed the vows&lt;br /&gt;and walked the walk&lt;br /&gt;Gave our hearts, made the start, it was hard&lt;br /&gt;We lived and learned, life threw curves&lt;br /&gt;There was joy, there was hurt&lt;br /&gt;Remember when&lt;br /&gt;Remember when old ones died and new were born&lt;br /&gt;And life was changed, disassembled, rearranged&lt;br /&gt;We came together, fell apart&lt;br /&gt;And broke each other's hearts&lt;br /&gt;Remember when&lt;br /&gt;Remember when the sound of little feet&lt;br /&gt;was the music&lt;br /&gt;We danced to week to week&lt;br /&gt;Brought back the love, we found trust&lt;br /&gt;Vowed we'd never give up&lt;br /&gt;Remember when&lt;br /&gt;Remember when thirty seemed old&lt;br /&gt;Now lookn' back it's just a steppin' stone&lt;br /&gt;To where we are,&lt;br /&gt;Where we've been&lt;br /&gt;Said we'd do it all again&lt;br /&gt;Remember when&lt;br /&gt;Remember when we said when we turned gray&lt;br /&gt;When the children grow up and moved away&lt;br /&gt;We won't be sad, we'll be glad&lt;br /&gt;For all the life we've had&lt;br /&gt;And we'll remember when&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216277-110231439487931211?l=valleyofmydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/feeds/110231439487931211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216277&amp;postID=110231439487931211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/110231439487931211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/110231439487931211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/2004/12/remembe-when-alan-jackson.html' title='Remembe when - Alan Jackson'/><author><name>Amaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328118248809643705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216277.post-110171470195538068</id><published>2004-11-29T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T15:51:41.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The falling leaves</title><content type='html'>she stepped out onto the balcony&lt;br /&gt;in a cold, misty morning&lt;br /&gt;wrapped with only a memory&lt;br /&gt;too strong&lt;br /&gt;too beautiful&lt;br /&gt;too painful&lt;br /&gt;she looked up to the sky&lt;br /&gt;looking for that familiar sight&lt;br /&gt;-- a hawk spreading its wing&lt;br /&gt;circling above&lt;br /&gt;sometimes it was so near&lt;br /&gt;she could reach out her hand&lt;br /&gt;and stroke its feather&lt;br /&gt;sometimes it was so far&lt;br /&gt;she could not see it&lt;br /&gt;up there in the vastness of sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her life&lt;br /&gt;and that of the hawk&lt;br /&gt;entwined in a strange, mystified way&lt;br /&gt;she loved that hawk&lt;br /&gt;and stil love it, she does&lt;br /&gt;but it was so far away&lt;br /&gt;always, always far away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she used to spend her time&lt;br /&gt;sitting on the balcony&lt;br /&gt;by the hillside&lt;br /&gt;or on top of the hill&lt;br /&gt;waiting for the hawk&lt;br /&gt;to come down&lt;br /&gt;and touch her soul&lt;br /&gt;under the old pine&lt;br /&gt;she awaited&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at first the hawk would come down&lt;br /&gt;and perch on her shoulder&lt;br /&gt;they would spend many&lt;br /&gt;happy hours&lt;br /&gt;just being together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but soon the hawk must fly&lt;br /&gt;and so she waited again&lt;br /&gt;for a long time&lt;br /&gt;she knew it will come back&lt;br /&gt;and play with her once again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many season had passed&lt;br /&gt;and she still waited&lt;br /&gt;she could see the shadow of her lover&lt;br /&gt;she could feel his strength&lt;br /&gt;but she was tired&lt;br /&gt;and she felt old&lt;br /&gt;years and years passed&lt;br /&gt;naught without signs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like a tree withstanding many storm&lt;br /&gt;her spirit started to leach out&lt;br /&gt;her faith tested&lt;br /&gt;her strength waned -- as any living thing wont&lt;br /&gt;her love shaken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she looked up longingly to heaven&lt;br /&gt;wondering why they are doomed to be apart&lt;br /&gt;and yet bonded in a circle of gold&lt;br /&gt;she knew how tired it must be&lt;br /&gt;-- flying on its wings&lt;br /&gt;and wondered:&lt;br /&gt;" If love is a blessing,&lt;br /&gt;then why we are hurting so much..?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so she waited&lt;br /&gt;and waited&lt;br /&gt;whilst people around her&lt;br /&gt;calling and begging her to live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she stood still on the balcony&lt;br /&gt;as falling leaves&lt;br /&gt;danced around her&lt;br /&gt;in a familiar dance of love and pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216277-110171470195538068?l=valleyofmydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/feeds/110171470195538068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216277&amp;postID=110171470195538068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/110171470195538068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/110171470195538068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/2004/11/falling-leaves.html' title='The falling leaves'/><author><name>Amaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328118248809643705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216277.post-110143702547941768</id><published>2004-11-26T10:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-26T10:43:45.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The soothness of night</title><content type='html'>Peonies flutters, kissed by the soft breeze, as small robins twitter chattily under the eaves. The red sky glares menacingly as the golden sun lowers itself down the horizon. The dark line between heaven and earth bursts with myriad of blended colors: coral, russet, pink, grey... stars spring like oil-lamp lit by invisible hand. Far away, darkness gathers and spreads its vast, an impending doom to swallow the world of light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;night has come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216277-110143702547941768?l=valleyofmydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/feeds/110143702547941768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216277&amp;postID=110143702547941768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/110143702547941768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/110143702547941768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/2004/11/soothness-of-night.html' title='The soothness of night'/><author><name>Amaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328118248809643705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216277.post-110135316628795763</id><published>2004-11-25T11:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T11:26:06.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pain of Longing</title><content type='html'>The night breeze caress my cold cheek tonight, the starless sky stare into my similarly dark heart as I stood on the hilltop. Light display in the city underneath, though how merry it looks, does nothing to ease this unnamed twinge that twists in a tight coil in my chest. Rather, it illuminate the loneliness that hug me ever since you went away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue moon&lt;br /&gt;gentle wind among the grass&lt;br /&gt;too far from my reach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hold out my hand towards the sky, and in my mind I see your hand reaches mine. I see our fingers touch and enclose each others. At the first touch, the dam collapse and I can see nothing but miasma created by the flowing of my tears down my cheek. I close my eyes and hold on to your imaginary hand, your ghostly presence, as I sob. My yearning slice my heart like a cuspidate leaf, a spiky spear. I bleed inside with bloodless flow and my aching heart contain these emotion so close, so dear. It is a reminder - of everything that we were before and what we are now. A legacy of an undefined mystery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyes close&lt;br /&gt;Invisible hands touching&lt;br /&gt;under nigrescent sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I open my eyes. Your apparition smiles at me and slowly let my hand go. It falls limp by my side as I watch your incandescent illusory being floats away and finally vanishes from my sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alone&lt;br /&gt;your memory&lt;br /&gt;just fled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**amaya**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216277-110135316628795763?l=valleyofmydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/feeds/110135316628795763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216277&amp;postID=110135316628795763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/110135316628795763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/110135316628795763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/2004/11/pain-of-longing.html' title='The Pain of Longing'/><author><name>Amaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328118248809643705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216277.post-110083997306347000</id><published>2004-11-19T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T12:52:53.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Astrology - Pisces personality </title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Pisces The Fishes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February 20 to March 20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P&lt;strong&gt;ositive Aspects:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imaginative and sensitive&lt;br /&gt;Compassionate and kind&lt;br /&gt;Selfless and unworldly&lt;br /&gt;Intuitive and sympathetic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Negative Aspects:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escapist and idealistic&lt;br /&gt;Secretive and vague&lt;br /&gt;Weak-willed and easily led&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pisces is one of the less flamboyant signs and its natives are more ordinary than those of, for example, Leo, Scorpio and Aquarius. Pisceans possess a gentle, patient, malleable nature. They have many generous qualities and are friendly, good natured, kind and compassionate, sensitive to the feelings of those around them, and respond with the utmost sympathy and tact to any suffering they encounter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are deservedly popular with all kinds of people, partly because their easygoing, affectionate, submissive natures offer no threat or challenge to stronger and more exuberant characters. They accept the people around them and the circumstances in which they find themselves rather than trying to adapt them to suit themselves, and they patiently wait for problems to sort themselves out rather than take the initiative in solving them. They are more readily concerned with the problems of others than with their own. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their natures tend to be too otherworldly for the practical purposes of living in this world as it is. They exist emotionally rather than rationally, instinctively more than intellectually. Their willpower, ambition they long to be recognized as greatly creative and reasoning are all limited and, however anxious they are to fulfill themselves, their concentration is weak; they lack decisiveness and they are easily diverted from their purposes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are apt to live a shiftless sort of life, searching for some career in which they can really find themselves, but being easily discouraged they become despondent, feeling unappreciated and moving on to something or someone else. They also dislike disciple and confinement within routine the nine-to-five life is not for them - and confinement by codes of behavior. Any rebellion they make against convention is personal, however, as they do not have the energy to battle against the Establishment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pisceans tend to withdraw into a dream world where their qualities can bring mental satisfaction and sometimes, but by no means inevitably, fame and financial reward for they are gifted artistically. They are also versatile and intuitive, have quick understanding, observe and listen well, and are receptive to new ideas and atmospheres. All these factors can combine to produce remarkable creativity in literature, music and art. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They may count among their gifts mediumistic qualities which can give them a feeling that their best work comes from outside themselves, "Whispered beyond the misted curtains, screening this world from that." Even when they cannot express themselves creatively they have a greater than average instinct for, and love of, beauty in art and nature, a catlike appreciation of luxury and pleasure, and a yearning for new sensations and travel to remote, exotic places. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are never egotistical in their personal relationships and give more than they ask from their friends. They are sexually delicate, in the extreme almost asexual, and most Pisceans would want a relationship in which the partner's mind and spirit rather than the body resonated with their own. Unfortunately they can be easily misled by a lover who courts them delicately and in marriage makes them unhappy by a coarser sexuality than they expected. They are nevertheless intensely loyal and home-loving and will remain faithful - though their dreamy and impractical natures do not fit them to keep a tidy and well-run house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In their employment they are better working either by themselves or in subordinate positions. Their talents are individual in a commercial business or similar undertaking they would be afraid to manage more than a small department, worrying always that they would fail in a crisis.&lt;br /&gt;They can make fair secretaries and bookkeepers. Their sympathy equips them for work in charities catering for the needy, as nurses looking after the sick and as veterinary surgeons caring for animals. As librarians or astronomers they can satisfy their mental wanderlust, and their fondness for "faraway places with strange-sounding names" may turn them into sailors or travellers. Many architects and lawyers are Pisceans, and when the creative abilities are combined with gifts of imitation and the ability to enter into the feelings of others, Pisceans find their fulfillment on the stage. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their psychic and spiritual qualities can lead them into careers in the church or as mediums and mystics. They may find an outlet for their creativity as caterers, and are said to make good detectives because they can imagine themselves in the place of criminals and understand how their minds would work. In technical occupations they are well employed in dealing with anaesthetics, fluids, gases and plastics. Because of their lively versatility and inability to concentrate overmuch on any one project, Pisceans often simultaneously follow more than one occupation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their faults are exasperating rather than vicious. They can be oversubtle, oversensitive and overemotional. In business they can be unreliable, idle, careless, impractical and ineffective. Their friends may find their diffidence and sense of their own unimportance irritating and may eventually want to shake off acquaintances who not only lack initiative but are peevish and extravagantly temperamental in their dependence on them. Other faults of which the negative Piscean is accused are fickleness, gossiping, indiscretion, effeminacy and gullibility. They may not be able to avoid being sickly, but their fretting hypochondria can wear out a saint's patience.&lt;br /&gt;They can be intellectually dishonest and also actually fraudulent, deceitful and hypocritical. They are often indecisive in important matters yet will uphold absurdities with the obstinacy of the weak. When they feel themselves rejected, lonely or failures, or simply through feeble self-indulgence, they will find refuge in drugs or the bottle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pisces governs the feet, liver and lymphatics, and its subjects can be threatened by anaemia, boils, ulcers and other skin diseases, especially inflammation of the eyelids, gout, inflammation, heavy periods and foot disorders and lameness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216277-110083997306347000?l=valleyofmydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/feeds/110083997306347000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216277&amp;postID=110083997306347000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/110083997306347000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/110083997306347000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/2004/11/astrology-pisces-personality.html' title='Astrology - Pisces personality '/><author><name>Amaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328118248809643705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216277.post-110083973647052511</id><published>2004-11-19T13:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T12:48:56.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Astrology - Aquarian personality </title><content type='html'>Aquarius The Water Bearer&lt;br /&gt;January 21 to February 19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Positive Aspects:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendly and humanitarian&lt;br /&gt;Honest and loyal&lt;br /&gt;Original and inventive&lt;br /&gt;Independent and intellectual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Negative Aspects:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intractable and contrary&lt;br /&gt;Perverse and unpredictable&lt;br /&gt;Unemotional and detached&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquarians basically possess strong and attractive personalities. They fall into two principle types: one shy, sensitive, gentle and patient; the other exuberant, lively and exhibitionist, sometimes hiding the considerable depths of their character under a cloak of frivolity. Both types are strong willed and forceful in their different ways and have strong convictions, though as they seek truth above all things, they are usually honest enough to change their opinions, however firmly held, if evidence comes to light which persuades them that they have been mistaken. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have a breadth of vision that brings diverse factors into a whole, and can see both sides of an argument without shilly-shallying as to which side to take. Consequently they are unprejudiced and tolerant of other points of view. This is because they can see the validity of the argument, even if they do not accept it themselves. They obey the Quaker exhortation to "Be open to truth, from whatever source it comes," and are prepared to learn from everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Both types are humane, frank, serious minded, genial, refined, sometimes ethereal, and idealistic, though this last quality is tempered with a sensible practicality. They are quick, active and persevering without being self-assertive, and express themselves with reason, moderation and sometimes, a dry humor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are nearly always intelligent, concise, clear and logical. Many are strongly imaginative and physically intuitive, so that the Age of Aquarius, which is about to begin, is much anticipated by psychic circles as an age in which mankind will experience a great spiritual awakening. The Aquarian philosophical and spiritual bent may be dangerous in that it can drive the subjects into an ivory-tower existence where they meditate on abstractions that bear little relevance to life. On the other hand it can help the many who have scientific leanings to combine these with the&lt;br /&gt;Aquarian yearning for the universal recognition of the brotherhood of man, and to embark on scientific research to fulfill their philanthropic ideals of benefiting mankind. When some cause or work of this nature inspires them, they are capable of such devotion to it that they may drive themselves to the point of exhaustion and even risk injuring their health. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both types need to retire from the world at times and to become temporary loners. They appreciate opportunities for meditation or, if they are religious, of retreats. Even in company they are fiercely independent, refusing to follow the crowd. They dislike interference by others, however helpfully intended, and will accept it only on their own terms. Normally they have good taste in drama, music and art, and are also gifted in the arts, especially drama. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In spite of the often intensely magnetic, forthcoming and open personality of the more extrovert kind of Aquarian, and of their desire to help humanity, neither type makes friends easily. They sometimes appear to condescend to others and take too little trouble to cultivate the acquaintance of people who do not particularly appeal to them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They do not give themselves easily - perhaps their judgment of human nature is too good for that - and are sometimes accounted cold. But once they decide that someone is worthy of their friendship or love, they can exert an almost hypnotic and irresistible mental attraction on them and will themselves become tenacious friends or lovers, ready to sacrifice everything for their partners and be faithful to them for life. However, they are sometimes disappointed emotionally because their own high personal ideals cause them to demand more of others than is reasonable. And if they are deceived their anger is terrible. If disillusioned, they do not forgive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquarians work best in group projects, provided that they are recognized as having a leading part in them. They have a feeling of unity with nature and a desire for knowledge and truth that makes them admirable scientists, especially astronomers and natural historians. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They may excel in photography, radiography, electronics - anything connected with the electrical and radio industries - aviation and everything technical. On the arts and humanities side their progressive tendencies can be expressed in writing, especially poetry, and broadcasting, or as welfare workers and teachers. Some have gifts as entertainers and make good character actors (having an ability to mimic) and musicians. The more psychic among them possess healing gifts, especially in curing the mentally sick. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among the faults to which they are liable are fanatical eccentricity, wayward egotism, excessive detachment and an inclination to retreat from life and society, and a tendency to be extremely dogmatic in their opinions. Circumstances - for example, continuous opposition to a cause they hold dear - may cause the atrophy of the openness of mind that is one of the Aquarian's most attractive traits. They may express a lack of integrity in broken promises, secretiveness or cunning. Simmering anger and resentment, rudeness or, worse, a tense, threatening silence which may suddenly burst out in eruptions of extreme temper, these are all part of the negative side of the Aquarian. This can also reveal itself in a sustained hatred for enemies that is capable of enlarging itself into a misanthropy toward the whole of mankind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Aquarius is said to govern the legs from knees to ankles and the circulation of blood, its natives are susceptible to ailments particularly in the legs and ankles, such as cramps, and are also liable to spasmodic and nervous complaints, as well as wind, catarrh, diarrhea, dropsy, goiter and delirium tremens - so that the avoidance of alcohol is important for those Aquarians who have a taste for it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216277-110083973647052511?l=valleyofmydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/feeds/110083973647052511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216277.post-110083161250536844</id><published>2004-11-19T10:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T10:33:32.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Echo of night rain</title><content type='html'>Late at night&lt;br /&gt;when strangely all night creatures fled&lt;br /&gt;I heard the sky weeping&lt;br /&gt;and it tears spattered on the tin roof&lt;br /&gt;As I lied on my bed&lt;br /&gt;I listened to the noisome whisper&lt;br /&gt;the night breeze brought news from afar&lt;br /&gt;Though I was still on my bed&lt;br /&gt;I was sure the sky was pitch black&lt;br /&gt;As dark as my soul at that moment&lt;br /&gt;The sound of the rain&lt;br /&gt;and the sigh of the night breeze&lt;br /&gt;like an echo of my heart&lt;br /&gt;that bespoke of longings and memories&lt;br /&gt;of what could have been&lt;br /&gt;of what should have been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I&lt;br /&gt;amidst the sound of the night&lt;br /&gt;drown in the echo of the night rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** hibiki amaya ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216277-110083161250536844?l=valleyofmydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/feeds/110083161250536844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216277&amp;postID=110083161250536844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/110083161250536844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/110083161250536844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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kelabu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;namun ku tahu&lt;br /&gt;mereka ada di atas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku berdiri di tengah hijauan&lt;br /&gt;padang ragut di kaki gunung&lt;br /&gt;lantas aku menjerit pada&lt;br /&gt;langit biru dan awan kelabu&lt;br /&gt;-- Mengapa??!!!&lt;br /&gt;Mengapa harus kau membontoti langkahku ini??!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Tidak bisakah kau tinggalkan aku sendiri??!!!&lt;br /&gt;Makanya harus aku berlari dan berlindung&lt;br /&gt;dari matamu??!!!&lt;br /&gt;Tidak bisakah aku hidup dala&lt;br /&gt;gelapnya ingatanku??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Langit biru dan awan kelabu&lt;br /&gt;tidak berkata apa-apa&lt;br /&gt;namun mereka masih menaungiku&lt;br /&gt;Betapa aku membutuhkan&lt;br /&gt;gelapnya malam&lt;br /&gt;bagai baldu yang tersulam intan berlian&lt;br /&gt;Bukankah hidupku&lt;br /&gt;hakku?&lt;br /&gt;Salahkah kiranya aku enggan&lt;br /&gt;menari di bawah birunya langit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tinggalkan aku, wahai langit&lt;br /&gt;Lupakan aku, wahai awan kelabu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biarkan aku tinggal di dalam&lt;br /&gt;gelap pekatnya ingatan ku pada&lt;br /&gt;dirinya yang hilang di kaki langit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** Amaya ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216277-110082973662575215?l=valleyofmydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/feeds/110082973662575215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216277&amp;postID=110082973662575215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/110082973662575215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/110082973662575215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/2004/11/langit-itu-masih-mengejar-ku.html' title='Langit itu masih mengejar ku'/><author><name>Amaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328118248809643705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216277.post-110075238858366159</id><published>2004-11-19T05:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T12:36:05.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haiku #3</title><content type='html'>Scattered desk, spilt ink&lt;br /&gt;--- I passed your desk&lt;br /&gt;heat on your telephone still lingers&lt;br /&gt;your dinners growing cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one look&lt;br /&gt;into this worn page, but I&lt;br /&gt;this cold starless night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dark night of soul&lt;br /&gt;embryonic state of silence&lt;br /&gt;I, alone, in this room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain on the rooftop&lt;br /&gt;Pattering noisome&lt;br /&gt;My heartbeat echoed similarly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***the feeling of loneliness and longing for a dearest one motivated me to create these haiku... simple words for very deep emotions**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216277-110075238858366159?l=valleyofmydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/feeds/110075238858366159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216277&amp;postID=110075238858366159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/110075238858366159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/110075238858366159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/2004/11/haiku-3.html' title='Haiku #3'/><author><name>Amaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328118248809643705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216277.post-110075217893413789</id><published>2004-11-19T05:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T12:35:25.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haiku #2</title><content type='html'>In the capricious sky&lt;br /&gt;My eyes smothered by&lt;br /&gt;The bluest ocean that floats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My feelings floats&lt;br /&gt;A river to an unknown land&lt;br /&gt;Mist saturated valley, a mournful scene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunflower field&lt;br /&gt;--- little yellow sun fallen on the ground&lt;br /&gt;Reflected in my son’s eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reclusive – ancient mystery cloaked&lt;br /&gt;Elevated and mighty&lt;br /&gt;Most-infested pine forest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** nature has its way with me. these haiku were written when nature and i are one***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216277-110075217893413789?l=valleyofmydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/feeds/110075217893413789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216277&amp;postID=110075217893413789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/110075217893413789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/110075217893413789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/2004/11/haiku-2.html' title='Haiku #2'/><author><name>Amaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328118248809643705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216277.post-110075072854173549</id><published>2004-11-19T04:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T12:05:28.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haiku #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Fleeting dreams in your teardrops          Wishing for peace and love&lt;br /&gt;            A summer grace                       A haunting dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Outside rain and wind mix         The song of cold heart resound&lt;br /&gt;Inside the heat dies       The dreams of lonesome nights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Snowflakes falls in cottony swirl                        Frozen window frost shrouded&lt;br /&gt;            Inside the closet warmth seeps out           My jacket hangs beside your empty peg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;** my new found love in Haiku. written when the soul is tormented and spirit is restless, and the haunting thoughts of one so dear threatened in its painful grip**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216277-110075072854173549?l=valleyofmydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/feeds/110075072854173549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216277&amp;postID=110075072854173549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/110075072854173549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/110075072854173549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/2004/11/haiku-1.html' title='Haiku #1'/><author><name>Amaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328118248809643705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216277.post-110075051407735702</id><published>2004-11-19T04:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T12:01:54.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silent song</title><content type='html'>Breath in&lt;br /&gt;Breath out&lt;br /&gt;-- Sing!&lt;br /&gt;Don't say a word&lt;br /&gt;Just sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you hear it, aikouka?&lt;br /&gt;The beauty of my song&lt;br /&gt;Weaved in the valley of the dream&lt;br /&gt;Hymned by the high priestess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Listen&lt;br /&gt;The heartbeat of mine and yours&lt;br /&gt;The slow, shallow breathing of ours&lt;br /&gt;The whisper of the breeze&lt;br /&gt;-- rushing among the leaves&lt;br /&gt;-- blowing on the water surface&lt;br /&gt;-- sighing on the grass&lt;br /&gt;The chirping of birds outside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** hibiki **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216277-110075051407735702?l=valleyofmydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/feeds/110075051407735702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216277&amp;postID=110075051407735702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/110075051407735702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/110075051407735702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/2004/11/silent-song.html' title='Silent song'/><author><name>Amaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328118248809643705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216277.post-110075285265331905</id><published>2004-11-18T12:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T12:40:52.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Between words and silences</title><content type='html'>Between words and silences&lt;br /&gt;There are conversations relayed&lt;br /&gt;There are love signals&lt;br /&gt;There are yearnings and longings&lt;br /&gt;When the roses shriveled in the dewy night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between words and silences&lt;br /&gt;There are messages conveyed&lt;br /&gt;There are wantings and needs&lt;br /&gt;The soundless wishes&lt;br /&gt;Echoed from deep within&lt;br /&gt;There are dreams of&lt;br /&gt;A young child with wistful eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between words and silences&lt;br /&gt;There are untold stories&lt;br /&gt;Of old memories&lt;br /&gt;Tales of the forgotten&lt;br /&gt;There are droplets of tears&lt;br /&gt;On the cheeks of a lonely little girl&lt;br /&gt;There are hopes, despair, anger and joy&lt;br /&gt;Of life here and hereafter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between words and silences&lt;br /&gt;There are you and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216277-110075285265331905?l=valleyofmydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/feeds/110075285265331905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216277&amp;postID=110075285265331905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/110075285265331905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/110075285265331905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/2004/11/between-words-and-silences.html' title='Between words and silences'/><author><name>Amaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328118248809643705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216277.post-110074977048721834</id><published>2004-11-18T11:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T11:49:30.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The valley</title><content type='html'>the wind blows on my face&lt;br /&gt;as i stand here&lt;br /&gt;perch on a hillside&lt;br /&gt;under an old gnarled oak&lt;br /&gt;watching the valley&lt;br /&gt;-- my valley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the horizon&lt;br /&gt;blue earth and azure sky kiss&lt;br /&gt;alive within the green of my dream&lt;br /&gt;where my valley lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;breeze frolicks among&lt;br /&gt;cherry blossoms in early spring&lt;br /&gt;falls on my face as the scent of my valley&lt;br /&gt;hugs me&lt;br /&gt;loves me&lt;br /&gt;i breath&lt;br /&gt;i live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my valley&lt;br /&gt;-- the valley of my dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** hibiki**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216277-110074977048721834?l=valleyofmydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/feeds/110074977048721834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216277&amp;postID=110074977048721834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/110074977048721834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/110074977048721834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/2004/11/valley.html' title='The valley'/><author><name>Amaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328118248809643705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216277.post-110083829407554821</id><published>2004-11-16T08:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T12:24:54.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Lusty Raya</title><content type='html'>Tuesday, November 16, 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="110065898786705265"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari Raya&lt;br /&gt;Selamat Hari Raya to all.It's a day where once in a year people will get together, eat cookies, catch up with friends, compare duit raya, show off the latest fashion and then, ask forgiveness from one another. The last aspect of hari raya is the least respected by me. why choose o nly hari raya to ask for forgiveness and be nice to everyone, when in less than 2 minutes (maybe lesser.. faster than you can say: ' i forgive you', maybe?)? such hypocracy. i do not subscribe to this. i never say sorry during hari raya, cos i say that every day all year long, which is more meaningful to me.so, sue me.. hari raya is not about forgiveness and all those shit. Its the day where everyone engage in the indulgance of their nafsu/lust. just watch the open houses and you know what i mean..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216277-110083829407554821?l=valleyofmydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/feeds/110083829407554821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216277&amp;postID=110083829407554821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/110083829407554821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/110083829407554821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/2004/11/happy-lusty-raya.html' title='Happy Lusty Raya'/><author><name>Amaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328118248809643705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216277.post-110083911948922764</id><published>2004-11-13T01:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T12:43:30.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Courage</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It is not he critic who counts;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;not the man who points out how the strong man stumbled&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;who strives valiantly;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;who errs and comes short again and again;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;who knows great enthusiasms,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the great devotions; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;who spends himself in a worthy cause; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;who at the best, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and who, at the worst, if he fails, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;at least fails while DARING GREATLY&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so that his place shall never be&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;with those timid soulswho know neither victory or defeat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Theodore Roosevelt&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216277-110083911948922764?l=valleyofmydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/feeds/110083911948922764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216277&amp;postID=110083911948922764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/110083911948922764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/110083911948922764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/2004/11/courage.html' title='Courage'/><author><name>Amaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328118248809643705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216277.post-110083854971541624</id><published>2004-11-10T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T12:04:05.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish to wish</title><content type='html'>Kirara&lt;br /&gt;words by Kawamura Ryuichi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Omo i wo kirara no nagare ni&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anata ni tsutaetakute&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Zutto kanjite iru&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Muneni afureteru&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My feelings, in the flow of shining lights&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to tell them to you&lt;br /&gt;I'll always be feeling them&lt;br /&gt;They're overflowing in my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kikasete doko made tsuzuku no&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kikasete nani wo matsu no&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nani wo hakonde yuku&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Doko ka sabishige ni&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, how far you plan to continue?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, what are you waiting for?&lt;br /&gt;What are you carrying with you?&lt;br /&gt;Towards some sadness somewhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nee dakishimete tsukamaete &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hontou no watashi wo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kawa no nagare wa anata e no&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tomadoi wo tokasu no&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embrace me, hold onto me&lt;br /&gt;The real me&lt;br /&gt;The flowing of the river towards you&lt;br /&gt;Will it melt your doubts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Zutto furuete iru&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Zutto zutto yasashisa ni&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always increasing&lt;br /&gt;Always, always, in your kindness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nee dakishimete tsukamaete&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kizutsuita watashi wo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kagerou no you ni shunkan wo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kirakira to tobeta nara&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nee dakishimete kowaresou na&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hontou no watashi wo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kawa no nagare wa anata e no&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kono omoi wo nosete&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embrace me, hold onto me&lt;br /&gt;The wounded me&lt;br /&gt;If, just like a haze of heat, this moment&lt;br /&gt;Started to shimmer and flew away&lt;br /&gt;Embrace me, onto the fragile&lt;br /&gt;The real me&lt;br /&gt;The flowing of the river towards you&lt;br /&gt;I'll lay my feelings in it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- there is something about Japanese lyrics (Jpop, anime, games, etc) that somehow tug that invisible cord in my heart. The way they depict their feelings, like the song above, is done in such a way that anyone who read it could relate it to themselves (even if they had never feel that feeling). And being a nature aficionado, I cannot help but feel connected to these lyrics by their nature-inclined symbolising of feeling. When I feel something I just close my eyes and listen to my surrounding. Listen to what the wind is saying. Listen to what the earth is trying to tell me. Feeling the spirit of earth envelope me in its loving embrace. And letting the tears flow down my cheek - an outlet to whatever feeling i had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** sigh....**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216277-110083854971541624?l=valleyofmydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/feeds/110083854971541624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216277&amp;postID=110083854971541624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/110083854971541624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/110083854971541624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/2004/11/wish-to-wish.html' title='Wish to wish'/><author><name>Amaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328118248809643705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216277.post-110083835996797592</id><published>2004-11-10T12:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T12:25:59.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Visit from the future</title><content type='html'>Do you realized that sometimes we experienced de-ja-vu out of the sudden? We could be talking with someone and then suddenly your mind said "she's gonna say this and this" and sure enough, it happened. Strange isn't it? Some say it is a premonition but the funny thing is we couldn't change what is going to happen even when that sense of de-ja-vu is so strong that you can actually visualize it.Today, my inner radar picked up bad vibration from my boss. From the frown on his face, the way he scrutinized the opening speech i've prepared for him, the pout of his dry, chapped lips - those are signs he is not happy with something. Sure enough, he sent me an email and asked me to redo the whole speech and he also wanted me to sit for him in a meeting for an excursion to Riau. Not only sit for him but also do presentation on our office for the viewing of those Riau's academias and business comunity. Two meetings, mind you - one in the head office and another with VC. All need to be ready before 23.Another assignment from my boss - prepare his ASC presentation for Selayang Hospital in Malay! He wants it before 23. And it's raya next Sunday!!! These people are killing me!!!Another workload!!!! Prepare Food and Hotel Malaysia 2005 programme for MARA before 23!!! ARRRGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!.... I need to calm down, I need to recall the vision of peaceful reflection of mountains on a calm, deep, still lake... breath in.. breath out... breath in..... breath out...Still, deep lake hidesViolent current underneathSilent, snarling beast in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216277-110083835996797592?l=valleyofmydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/feeds/110083835996797592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216277&amp;postID=110083835996797592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/110083835996797592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/110083835996797592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/2004/11/visit-from-future.html' title='Visit from the future'/><author><name>Amaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328118248809643705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216277.post-110083840106600430</id><published>2004-11-09T13:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T12:26:41.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New day </title><content type='html'>Its raining outside. Like yesterday. The sky groaned under the heavy masses of dark black clouds. Alone in my office, I stare up to the ceilings and try to count the tiny holes scattered all over it. Outside, I can hear Linda talks with Aly. I am a curious person, normally I would go up and see whats up (or down.. depends..). Not today. Inside my office, I feels like I am in another universe. An arcane space. Their voices recedes as I delve deeper into my being, my own rudimentary solitude (which can be ruptured quite easily by those annoying things called telephone and by those irritating people called clients!). You see, I am in a pedantic mood, as I floated along the humdrum of my life in my office. How life can be so unexplainable (duh!!!), so esoteric, so baffling, so strangely diffused with a kaleidoscope of joy and sorrow, harmoniously blended in an ever lasting flow, like a river with no end.. at least that is how ones feel when one is in a sampan, floating on the river towards unknown destiny.. not to say that I don't know where I am going or where I want to be... it is just.. sometimes I feel so tired, mortally, emotionally and mentally exhausted... that my vision blurred by some strange emotion that dreams of tears and sorrow...oh heck! I am being pathetic. I am going home and probably drown myself with the load of work at home... or I can just stand in the rain and probably let the rain wash my restlessness away, purify my stale mind and refresh my heavy heart.... hmm.. I might do that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216277-110083840106600430?l=valleyofmydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/feeds/110083840106600430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216277&amp;postID=110083840106600430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/110083840106600430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216277/posts/default/110083840106600430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valleyofmydream.blogspot.com/2004/11/new-day.html' title='New day '/><author><name>Amaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328118248809643705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
