tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74402620517660027992011-04-21T23:13:18.223+04:00~~people think in different way. and sometimes, my way of thinking comes into my way.... still, i do hope, that, my way, can be someone's way, and one day, some one will join my way... n then, it'll be... our way~~~fall3n ang3l~http://www.blogger.com/profile/16603354915316998325noreply@blogger.comBlogger391100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7440262051766002799.post-43816673740982463712008-12-05T20:58:00.005+03:002008-12-05T21:12:35.360+03:00well, i ran over this site, and felt that, what ever i had just read is sooooo real..haha... so i decided to share with y'all. if u happened to be an aries baby ( a guy of course), then here's to share with u), for aries ladies, u can view <a href="http://ilovemypolkapajamas.blogspot.com/2008/12/seek-your-star-aries.html">here</a>. i know, it's very <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">long~~~<span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"> but , i dun care.haha.)</span></span> thanks <a href="http://tastytreatsoftime.blogspot.com/">CJ</a> for this))).<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nOEr_1UgdKw/STlslNdg2AI/AAAAAAAAAKc/kaItjaQguYU/s1600-h/aries.gif"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 90px; height: 90px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nOEr_1UgdKw/STlslNdg2AI/AAAAAAAAAKc/kaItjaQguYU/s400/aries.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276367824965654530" border="0" /></a> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nOEr_1UgdKw/STlslNdg2AI/AAAAAAAAAKc/kaItjaQguYU/s1600-h/aries.gif"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 90px; height: 90px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nOEr_1UgdKw/STlslNdg2AI/AAAAAAAAAKc/kaItjaQguYU/s400/aries.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276367824965654530" border="0" /> </a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nOEr_1UgdKw/STlslNdg2AI/AAAAAAAAAKc/kaItjaQguYU/s1600-h/aries.gif"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 90px; height: 90px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nOEr_1UgdKw/STlslNdg2AI/AAAAAAAAAKc/kaItjaQguYU/s400/aries.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276367824965654530" border="0" /> </a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nOEr_1UgdKw/STlslNdg2AI/AAAAAAAAAKc/kaItjaQguYU/s1600-h/aries.gif"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 90px; height: 90px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nOEr_1UgdKw/STlslNdg2AI/AAAAAAAAAKc/kaItjaQguYU/s400/aries.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276367824965654530" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"> </span></span><img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ALEXTA%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /><img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ALEXTA%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /><img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ALEXTA%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;">An</span> Aries man is full of surprises and excitement and hates monotony and dullness in life. Romance with him will be like a roller coaster ride, where you don't get even a single moment to think and brood. However, it's better not to expect him to understand that you need some security every now and then. Consistency is something that does not gel well with his characteristics profile. The love of an Aries male will warm you with passion one minute and the very next minute, you may feel as if you are sitting in the North Pole.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Don't ever be rude to him, he will be very hurt and will turn into the coldest person on this earth. You will have to start from the scratch again, to get back the comfort level you once shared. He is highly energetic and always full of creative ideas. You will have to keep up with his energy levels and are bound to get tired in the process, atleast mentally. An Aries guy will always remain young at heart, even when he gets 90 years old. Slow moves make him impatient. He is one of those who always move ahead of others, boldly and confidently.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;">He is generous in the matters of time and money, is full of compassion and always tries to cheer the people around him. However, just like a baby, he can get very irritated, inconsiderate and difficult when his needs are not met or get delayed for too long. Negativity annoys him. When an Aries male falls in love, he becomes extremely dedicated towards it. If the commitment fails to develop into a successful relationship, he will try his best to salvage it and make it work again. Still, if it breaks up, he will brood over it for sometime.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Then, the sun will again shine for him and he will fall in love again, with the same fierce devotion and loyalty. An Aries man believes in true love and will constantly be in search of it, though it may require mending his heart numerous times in the process. He will be very passionate in love and you will never get the chance to complain about the lack of romance. Right from poetry to candlelight dinners, you will be treated to anything and everything. He is not the one to hold back anything, especially in love.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;">It is advisable that you don't hold back your emotions too. An Aries guy is very expressive and will expect the same from you. Remember to show that you love him and care for him. You must also learn to behave like the heroine in novels and storybooks. When in love, he is very faithful and way too honest and idealistic to fool you. He was not born to indulge in things like promiscuity or even harmless flirtations. However, if you are not able to cope up with his constant need for enthusiasm and romance, he may try to look somewhere else.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;">An Aries man will never start another affair behind your back. He is one of those who first end old relationships and then move on to the next one. Even before something like this happens, he will let you know that things are not going as smooth as they were. He will try to make things work. Still, if situation doesn't improve or you do not do anything to improve it, he will decide to move on. The key to lasting love is always in your hands. Keep the romance alive and he will never even look at the hottest babe in the block.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;">If you are trying to get an Aries male interested in you, play hard to get. He loves challenges and will soon be running after you. Don't make the first move or you will lose him forever. He likes to lead in case of love also. However, do not try the jealousy invoking tricks shown in the movies. Forget actual flirting, even a teasing look at another man will make him go thousand miles away from you. He is extremely possessive and exceedingly jealous. An Aries man will want to be your first consideration and cannot tolerate being sidelined for anyone else. He wants you to trust him blindly, but he won't do the same for you.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;">He wants his freedom and doesn't like being tied down. That's the way he is, take it or leave it. However, you know it's impossible to leave him. He is so loyal, caring, loving, kind and affectionate. There are some Aries men who appear very quiet, but inside, they are as lively and full of life as any other male of this zodiac. Just give them some time and they will soon be their usual Aries self. Aries man is rebellious at heart and loves to go against the conventions. He needs to learn virtues like humility and modesty.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;">The learning process may hurt him and then, he will rush to you to be reassured. Remember to build his bruised ego once again or he will be very hurt. If you want to be with him forever, learn to manage his damaged confidence and show total belief in him. Never ever take the side of someone who is against him, even when he is wrong. You have to love what he loves and hate what he hates. For an Aries man, this is what true love and devotion means. He will give all this to you and expect the same in return.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;">If he is angry with you, there is no reason to worry for any damage to your relationship. It is his passivity you need to be afraid of. His anger may result in some very harsh and rude words, but it won't last long. He will usually be the first one to say sorry after a fight and will expect you to forgive and forget. You should know that he never meant what he said in anger. An Aries man will always be there for you, to take care of you. However, he will never curb your freedom. He always dominates the house and won't tolerate constant nagging. But then, he is that guy who will romance with you even on your 75th anniversary!</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7440262051766002799-4381667374098246371?l=alexaries025.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>~fall3n ang3l~http://www.blogger.com/profile/16603354915316998325noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7440262051766002799.post-82038472471014400382008-11-15T23:54:00.004+03:002008-11-16T00:49:11.161+03:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nOEr_1UgdKw/SR9Dw8WH6CI/AAAAAAAAAG0/g1rUyttEfxA/s1600-h/sweet+echi+drawings02.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nOEr_1UgdKw/SR9Dw8WH6CI/AAAAAAAAAG0/g1rUyttEfxA/s400/sweet+echi+drawings02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269004597158471714" border="0" /></a><br /></div>she thought she would cry... feeling the pain in her heart, and the crushing heart, burning into ash... she thought she would die for that decision she would make... a decision that will change her life, so much, that she might not even recognize herself, for loosing what she had been living for...<br /><br />but, somehow... she felt nothing... frankly... she felt relieved... freed...<br /><br />it's been 3 years, 8 months and 5 days.they were together since her first birthday in this town. she met him in the bar, he overlooking her, like a beautiful princess among all other girls. he loved her. she could tell, from his deep blue eyes.<br /><br />and she loved him too...<br /><br />1 year later, she decided to give them a try. she said yes, and thus, they journey began...<br />at first, it was full of surprises. flowers, phone calls...<br /><br />she decided to move in with him...<br /><br />lovely sweet small house made for 2, she cleaned it everyday, bringing joy to the cozy little home sweet home, welcoming her apple of the eye with warm tasty meals... he was so happy he met her, he thought he would never love again... she was so happy she met him, she never knew she could feel the sensation so magical like that...<br /><br />another year passed by. the passion cooled down... he turned himself away... on work, on friends... she was left alone at home... most of the time... she remembered her third birthday, forgotten, disappointing, and sad... it was in mid december... but somehow, the winter never felt as cold as that year...<br /><br />responsibility... she thought it should be like that. he still told her, i love you, very much... she still felt the heat in him, in her...<br /><br />somehow, the magic is fading away...<br /><br />he started to take things for granted... she started to start crying... not even home sick will make her felt that bad... she thought, it's because she loved him so much, so she can cry...<br /><br />5 more months... she moved out... even when she's feeling sad, she didn't cry for him anymore. even when he told her, i love you, all she can do was, smile, meaowing to him as he called her his little kitten, but feeling so heavy, and guilty for not being able to feel the passion, the urge of saying the magic words to him anymore...<br /><br />phone calls was so much lesser, no more replying of sms... at first, she missed him... staying together for such long time made her felt, was she making a stupid mistake...<br />two month later... she started to get used to not missing him... the idea made her felt terrible, and scared... they still met each other constantly, but somehow, she had the feeling of avoiding him...<br />three months later... she was tired... it's becoming more like a burden to her, torturing her... even thought she had him, but never had she felt more lonely...<br /><br />he missed their meeting again... suddenly she realised, she's not going to hang on to it anymore... frigthened, but more relieved than sad, more of feeling free than guilty.<br /><br />she gave him back his guitar, the coat he left with her when he was over at her place, the cigarette pack and his favourite book...<br /><br />a song from childhood, suddenly she remembered. 'tomorrow, even if i will be alone, i will be smiling... even if no one will remember my name...'<br /><br />saturday, snowing... she knew, she will be alone... but somehow, she felt glad...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kh0n-DIICdg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kh0n-DIICdg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7440262051766002799-8203847247101440038?l=alexaries025.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>~fall3n ang3l~http://www.blogger.com/profile/16603354915316998325noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7440262051766002799.post-27483592900873188252008-11-10T00:27:00.006+03:002008-11-10T01:12:00.869+03:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nOEr_1UgdKw/SRdfTii0lhI/AAAAAAAAAGU/nm5x4wx0Q2k/s1600-h/Angel+%26+Demon.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nOEr_1UgdKw/SRdfTii0lhI/AAAAAAAAAGU/nm5x4wx0Q2k/s400/Angel+%26+Demon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266783078528095762" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div>she was the innocent someone...<br />like eva, touching the forbidden apple...<br />so curious...<br />like an underage, entering the night club...<br />like the virgin, excited over the first touch on the lips...<br /><br />he was the ultimate player...<br />having fun in manipulating people around...<br />swinging his wooden stick, like a pro...<br />sniffing over the smokey air,<br />for the sense of new victim...<br />scanning through the crowd, with his dark eyes,<br />for the innocent face...<br /><br />miss innocent, meet mr. cunning,<br />mr cunning, meet your next prey...<br /><br />and so, a game began...<br />with flirting, touching...<br />lust, greed, dark and evil...<br />young and sweet, beauty and beast...<br />everything started to mix around... fell apart...<br /><br />she's coming in... he spread his widest smile...<br />hooked eye brows... protruded teeth...<br />like vampire leering over the scent of fresh blood...<br />he couldn't wait longer...<br />pezaaahhh... the real face exposed itself...<br /><br />she screamed... she yelled...<br />she ran... she fell...<br />she stopped... she shouted for help...<br />noone's around... noone could help...<br /><br />so she turned around...<br />swung her hands, like she'd never survive anything...<br />and one hard kick... one big slap...<br />another one slam down...<br /><br />don't fxxk with me, you jerk...<br />and turned, she walked away...<br /><br />maybe she's not really that innocent after all...<br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"><span style="font-style: italic;">inspired by 'Night of the Dancing Flame'<br />dance choreographed by Wade Robson, so you think you can dance season 3<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/D06s_6Bwu4s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/D06s_6Bwu4s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7440262051766002799-2748359290087318825?l=alexaries025.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>~fall3n ang3l~http://www.blogger.com/profile/16603354915316998325noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7440262051766002799.post-6648703097864467332008-11-09T23:54:00.006+03:002008-11-10T00:27:06.076+03:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nOEr_1UgdKw/SRdVkPGdYRI/AAAAAAAAAGM/XIzOT3P14S8/s1600-h/oil-painting-4.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nOEr_1UgdKw/SRdVkPGdYRI/AAAAAAAAAGM/XIzOT3P14S8/s400/oil-painting-4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266772370250359058" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div>moving, tickling...<br />hitting the notes, bam...bam... bam...<br /><br />head bouncing with the music...<br />like the base drum...<br />hit, hit, hit...<br />body language, too complicated...<br />one glide, one jerk, one corky twitch...<br /><br />sunglasses in the night club...<br />sweaters under the hot weather...<br />winter cap in mid summer...<br />spiking colored gloves, silver colored make up...<br /><br />like little kids, jumping up and down...<br />like professional dancers, turn and turn around...<br />like couples, seducing each others...<br />like enemies, hitting and counteracting one another...<br />like old friends, shoulder to shoulder...<br />like forbidden love, secretive and evil...<br /><br />twitch and turn, jerk and move...<br />fast and slow... flow and stop...<br />classical music with pop rock melody...<br />piano twinkling with DJ's spinning remix...<br /><br />mixed up... let the imagination flow~~~<br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"><span style="font-style: italic;">inspired by, 'let the drummer kick'<br />dance, choreographed by Mia Michael, so you think you can dance season 3<br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mxBnUy0OH2g&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mxBnUy0OH2g&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7440262051766002799-664870309786446733?l=alexaries025.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>~fall3n ang3l~http://www.blogger.com/profile/16603354915316998325noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7440262051766002799.post-17676770271812341892008-11-03T22:02:00.003+03:002008-11-03T22:26:57.324+03:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nOEr_1UgdKw/SQ9QI4z-l9I/AAAAAAAAAGE/fZyF_x6VIec/s1600-h/white_lily.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nOEr_1UgdKw/SQ9QI4z-l9I/AAAAAAAAAGE/fZyF_x6VIec/s400/white_lily.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264514603038971858" border="0" /></a><br /></div>in the beautiful garden...<br />she was wondering....<br />not remembering how she got there....<br /><br />suddenly she saw...<br />a shadow... an illusion...<br />impossible...<br />yet, she wanted to believe it...<br /><br />father...<br /><br />he looked so healthy... and, young...<br />she missed him...<br />she thought she would cry...<br />all she felt was joy...<br /><br />she ran towards him...<br />felt like the little girl again...<br />his little girl...<br />jumping, playing tricks...<br />like they used to be...<br /><br />he'd always protected her...<br />just when she was going to fall,<br />he would grab her... held her in his hug...<br />warm hug...<br /><br />don't go... she whispered...<br />picking up all the flowers...<br />red, blue, yellow, white...<br />she gave them to him...<br />please, stay with me...<br /><br />he gave her a smile...<br />and the white lily...<br />like her name.. pure, sincere...<br />you have my bless...<br />i'll be watching you...<br />and no matter what happens,<br />just remember...<br />you will always be my little girl,<br />and i will always be there for u...<br /><br />startled...<br />she opened her eyes...<br />the pillow was soaked...<br />and she saw,<br />at the window side...<br />a white lily..<br /><br />i love you too...dad...<br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">inspired by 'Time'<br />dance, choreographed by Mia Michael, so you think you can dance season 3<br />a dance choreographed in the memory of her dad~<br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/euQJ7y_AkOg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/euQJ7y_AkOg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"></span></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"></span></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7440262051766002799-1767677027181234189?l=alexaries025.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>~fall3n ang3l~http://www.blogger.com/profile/16603354915316998325noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7440262051766002799.post-64869569063859954512008-11-03T21:19:00.003+03:002008-11-03T22:02:10.629+03:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nOEr_1UgdKw/SQ9KjS3glZI/AAAAAAAAAF8/5d_d4U4p3D4/s1600-h/light2.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nOEr_1UgdKw/SQ9KjS3glZI/AAAAAAAAAF8/5d_d4U4p3D4/s400/light2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264508459639936402" border="0" /></a><br /></div>they walked a long way...<br />long hard path, twisted up and down...<br />finally, the end is close...<br /><br />smile spread on their faces...<br />one glance at each other, they ran towards the glory...<br />like victory after a long tough war...<br />like caged bird finally set free...<br />like warm sunshine after cold dark winter...<br /><br />tears of joy...<br />embracement of happiness...<br />life's too short... but they survived...<br />too excited to say anything,<br />they just hugged...<br />patting each other,<br />dancing in circles...<br /><br />it's not the end, they knew...<br />it's the beginning of a new journey...<br />still, they celebrated, for overcoming this obstacle together...<br /><br />wait...he said...<br />he felt the sunlight, touching gently on his face...<br />eyes closed... he enjoyed the warmth...<br />peace... one moment of true calmness before the next run...<br />before they move on...<br /><br />and life just keeps on running...<br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"><span style="font-style: italic;">inspired by 'Then you look at me'<br />dance, choreographed by Mia Michael, so you think you can dance season 3<br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7dQzSpXrow0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7dQzSpXrow0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7440262051766002799-6486956906385995451?l=alexaries025.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>~fall3n ang3l~http://www.blogger.com/profile/16603354915316998325noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7440262051766002799.post-10268204500634075202008-11-03T02:24:00.003+03:002008-11-03T02:37:21.732+03:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nOEr_1UgdKw/SQ45en2yV0I/AAAAAAAAAF0/LC4kI2kqHB8/s1600-h/bride.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nOEr_1UgdKw/SQ45en2yV0I/AAAAAAAAAF0/LC4kI2kqHB8/s400/bride.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264208212700321602" border="0" /></a><br /></div>a wedding day, without bless...<br />the bridegroom, stood alone...<br />no bride...<br /><br />she knew, she's long gone...<br />but she couldn't just leave him alone...<br />she loved him... so much...<br /><br />the way he kissed her...<br />the way he touched her...<br />the way he portrayed his love...<br />the way he played with his emotion...<br /><br />they rejected him...<br />they said, she's too good to be with him....<br />they claimed, she deserved better one...<br />but who were they to say, who is good, or who is not good enough?<br /><br />he loved her... he felt her...<br />he made her smile again when she felt blue...<br />he whispered to her, happy words...<br />he brought the ups and downs into her life...<br />until the last moment...<br /><br />she would kneel herself down...<br />just to be with him...<br />she would do anything...<br />to know him better...<br /><br />destiny tore them apart...<br />but she'd be waiting,<br />guarding him by his side...<br />blessing him with her might...<br />and one day, when they will meet again,<br />she will, eventually,<br />be<br />his bride...<br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"><span style="font-style: italic;">inspired by 'Beautiful'<br />dance, choreographed by Mia Michael, so you think you can dance season 4<br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/F7YmwHniw-Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/F7YmwHniw-Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7440262051766002799-1026820450063407520?l=alexaries025.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>~fall3n ang3l~http://www.blogger.com/profile/16603354915316998325noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7440262051766002799.post-79797793928266592892008-11-02T09:58:00.005+03:002008-11-02T10:46:37.832+03:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nOEr_1UgdKw/SQ1aexj32kI/AAAAAAAAAFs/IyuZVZq8vkQ/s1600-h/IMG_1400.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nOEr_1UgdKw/SQ1aexj32kI/AAAAAAAAAFs/IyuZVZq8vkQ/s400/IMG_1400.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263963024212351554" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br />~~listen to the song while you read the blog~~</span></span><br /><br /></div>he fell, from the dark blue sky...<br />weightless... free fall...<br />onto the wet, cold ground...<br /><br />broken...<br />he never thought he would go back again...<br />loss...<br />not only his wings... but his only chance, to be up there anymore...<br /><br />one choice... not a wrong one...<br />he chose to be here...<br />love for human kind...<br />he couldn't just let them fall...<br /><br />God loves them so much,<br />He let them make their own choices..<br />although the destiny is made long before they were born...<br />still, the choices they made...<br />learning the lessons the hard way...<br />he couldn't stand it any longer...<br /><br />thus, he made his choice...<br />not wrong, but hard one... too...<br />cast away, fell apart...<br />he awaited in the dark...<br />people passedby, so many...<br />but no one noticed him...<br /><br />still,<br />he believed in himself...<br />to build up the house of Love again...<br />to bring others to their paths,<br />with his might, and strength...<br /><br />he lost his wings...<br />he lost his light...<br />but,<br />from his heart...<br />a glow of hope, started to shine...<br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"><span style="font-style: italic;">inspired by, 'Angel'<br />sang by Sarah McLachlan<br />soundtrack of movie'City of Angels'<br /></span></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/n6BH1RsU5f8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/n6BH1RsU5f8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7440262051766002799-7979779392826659289?l=alexaries025.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>~fall3n ang3l~http://www.blogger.com/profile/16603354915316998325noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7440262051766002799.post-8500313101154641022008-10-31T14:13:00.004+03:002008-10-31T15:06:27.211+03:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nOEr_1UgdKw/SQr0XemJGOI/AAAAAAAAAFk/qcyfNr0SeEg/s1600-h/Ursa+Major+%28North+Star+2%29.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nOEr_1UgdKw/SQr0XemJGOI/AAAAAAAAAFk/qcyfNr0SeEg/s400/Ursa+Major+%28North+Star+2%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263287798723057890" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br />lost and found...<br />she wandered a long way...<br /><br />found and lost...<br />ran away,<br />because, she dared not face herself...<br />the courage of discovering the truth...<br />the faith of trusting others...<br />the believe in her ability, and capability...<br />none that she has... but one...<br /><br />doubt...<br />hesitation...<br />indecisive...<br /><br />she reached the end of the world...<br />where no light could shine to...<br />where no hope could reach to...<br />yet, in the utmost darkness...<br />she saw...<br />the brightest star, shining in the sky...<br /><br />'... don't give up...<br />...don't break down...'<br />her mother used to tell her that, whenever she tried to run away...<br />memory flashed back...<br />before she died...<br />she held her hands, still warm...<br />and said,<br />no matter where you are,<br />no matter what you do...<br />i will be watching over you...<br />i love you...<br /><br />after so many years,<br />suddenly she realized...<br />she could create hope...<br />she was her own light...<br />she has the strength to move on...<br /><br />and in the dark, the star shined bright...<br />someone's watching over her...<br /><br />lost and found...<br />and moved on...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"><span style="font-style: italic;">in our life, everyone has a guardian angel...<br />whoever he is, the mother, the father,<br />the brother, the sister,<br />the God, the angels...<br />or just a believe, or faith in destiny...<br />hold on to it..<br />and keep the strength...<br />for we ourselves, can create miracles...<br />live the day we are living,<br />and believe, that no matter where, when, how...<br />there's always hope...<br />if there isn't, create one!<br />~~bless us all~~<br /></span></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">inspired by 'Someone's watching over me'</span></span></span><br /> <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">soundtrack of movie 'Raise Your Voice'</span><br /> <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">sang by Hillary Duff</span> <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"><br />also a response to Las Nubes blog, '<a href="http://minminmeimei.multiply.com/journal/item/25/Star">Star</a>'</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EyAfqxT7Ulo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EyAfqxT7Ulo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /></div><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7440262051766002799-850031310115464102?l=alexaries025.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>~fall3n ang3l~http://www.blogger.com/profile/16603354915316998325noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7440262051766002799.post-75970165652075399782008-10-30T11:46:00.007+03:002008-10-30T12:01:41.578+03:00<div style="text-align: center;"><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HTOXJRxdrUE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HTOXJRxdrUE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">i found this song while 'youtube'ing after writing my last blog...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">and found it, talking about a waltz...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">with a deeper inspiration...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">but i think, the lyrics itself is so good, </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">i would just want to share with everyone...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">~may we all found our own waltz~~</span><br /><br /><br />她需要一種恍然大悟的驚喜<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">she needs a surprise to make her realize</span><br />於是放任兩顆肺自由的呼吸<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">so, she lets her two lungs to breath with their own mind</span><br />慢慢過濾當中腥羶的微粒<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">slowly filtering the particles in between that smell not right</span><br />挑戰在夜裡把自己看清<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">challenging herself, to see through herself in the night..</span>.<br /><br />她感謝身處一片燈紅酒綠<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">she's grateful for being in the busy city</span><br />於是才更想珍惜月的缺盈<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">so that she would appreciate more, of the full and new moon</span><br />那潮汐　那生命　那可貴的安靜<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">the waves... the life... the priceless peace</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">驚喜發生在　誠實面對了自己</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">surprise happens, when she face herself honestly...</span><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> 她不想忘記了　她的名<br />she didn't want to forget, her name...<br />她不想膽怯了<br />she didn't want to be afraid<br />失去愛的勇氣<br />the courage of loosing love and faith...<br />她吟唱著真心的字句<br />so she sang the truthful words from her heart<br />找到自己<br />found herself...<br />面對世界<br />face the world<br />她們跳著圓舞曲<br />they are dancing, the waltz...<br /></div> <div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">'圆舞曲' ('waltz' )<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">by 徐佳莹, 星光大道 ('xing guang' singing competition, season 3)</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7440262051766002799-7597016565207539978?l=alexaries025.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>~fall3n ang3l~http://www.blogger.com/profile/16603354915316998325noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7440262051766002799.post-57833275020860527322008-10-30T10:32:00.003+03:002008-10-30T11:33:50.058+03:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nOEr_1UgdKw/SQlxLYgetGI/AAAAAAAAAFc/SQhqxzv7IQs/s1600-h/solo+waltz.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nOEr_1UgdKw/SQlxLYgetGI/AAAAAAAAAFc/SQhqxzv7IQs/s400/solo+waltz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262862079930315874" border="0" /></a><br /></div>party's over...<br />left alone he himself...<br />swaying, moving...<br />dancing to the song...<br />alone...<br /><br />like his life journey, he saw everything now...<br />swapping through his eyes...<br />one slide, another... yet another...<br /><br />happiness over, left only coldness... <br />celebration done, left only loneliness...<br />the more he mingled around...<br />the more he felt the isolation....<br /><br />solitare..<br /><br />dancing to his shadow...<br /><br />like a waltz... dancing solo...<br />no matter how sad, he has to show a happy face...<br />no matter how painful, he has to move gracefully...<br />until the music stopped... until the heartbeat stop...<br /><br />and thus, he danced...<br />like wearing the cursed dancing shoes,<br />his legs tapped on the floor,<br />one two three... one two three...<br /><br />one wrong note...<br />a mistake... yes.. a mistake he'd made...<br />she left him... he knew he's better...<br />but she said, better off...<br />suddenly life seemed like a big prom hall...<br />with thousands of couples dancing to the song...<br />except him...<br /><br />he danced...<br />a solo waltz...<br />hoping again, one day...<br />some one will replace his shadow...<br />he danced...<br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">inspired by 'Victor's Piano Solo'<br />soundtrack from movie 'Corpse Wife'<br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HJ7-SdG9lKQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HJ7-SdG9lKQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"></span></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"></span></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7440262051766002799-5783327502086052732?l=alexaries025.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>~fall3n ang3l~http://www.blogger.com/profile/16603354915316998325noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7440262051766002799.post-28245656279403530632008-10-29T13:07:00.006+03:002008-10-30T11:45:10.904+03:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nOEr_1UgdKw/SQg6606q42I/AAAAAAAAAFU/V-4NxpnmCBI/s1600-h/sunset+meadow.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 294px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nOEr_1UgdKw/SQg6606q42I/AAAAAAAAAFU/V-4NxpnmCBI/s400/sunset+meadow.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262520946893972322" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>summer breeze...<br />blowing through the window...<br />calling upon the relaxed minds...<br /><br />it's been so long since he last slowed himself down...<br />leaving everything behind...<br />he went to the countryside...<br />the small cottage was still there...<br />he didn't realize the smile he has on his face...<br />memories...<br /><br />flying kites... just like old days...<br />on the small hill,<br />at the hind yard of the cottage...<br />their cottage, the place where he grew up...<br />dad and mum, happy to see him back...<br />rushed out, big hugs, and kisses, and laughter...<br />what can be better,<br />than a happy life, a wonderful family,<br />and a peaceful mind...<br /><br />summer breeze...<br />blowing the troubles away...<br />sunset... beautiful scenery...<br />it's the sunset that year...<br />he will never forget...<br />his father, his mother...<br />his little sister...<br />and his dog...<br /><br />dinner time...<br />he saw his mum waving at him...<br />from the little window at the kitchen...<br />smoke coming out from the funnel,<br />forming different shapes in the golden reddish sky...<br />he stood up... one more look on the meadow...<br />walked home slowly...<br /><br />another summer almost ended...<br />time passed so fast...<br />but, no matter what,<br />the memory lasts...<br /><br />summer breeze...<br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">inspired by 'Cerf Volant'<br />soundtrack from movie 'Les Choristes'<br />lead solo, Jean Baptiste Maunier<br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QpjF3tRK1Sg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QpjF3tRK1Sg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"></span></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"></span></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7440262051766002799-2824565627940353063?l=alexaries025.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>~fall3n ang3l~http://www.blogger.com/profile/16603354915316998325noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7440262051766002799.post-29627372731702156892008-10-28T14:21:00.004+03:002008-10-28T15:13:49.025+03:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nOEr_1UgdKw/SQcBili4DzI/AAAAAAAAAFE/XVGY4pRaNcU/s1600-h/pianokeyses0.gif"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nOEr_1UgdKw/SQcBili4DzI/AAAAAAAAAFE/XVGY4pRaNcU/s400/pianokeyses0.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262176383311286066" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>shakey hands on the piano...<br />he played, the song he loved...<br />white and black keys...<br />pressing down, coming up...<br />sounds of vibration, composing his life journey...<br /><br />a duet...<br />his beloved woman...<br />she stood next to him...<br />she always made the same mistake...<br />he never told her...<br />he loved the smirk she showed,<br />when she thought she was so good...<br />now...<br />her kiss on his face,<br />it was like,<br />a cold breeze in the hair...<br />he missed it...<br /><br />a composition...<br />his comrades... friends...<br />passed away, in the war...<br />broke so many hearts...<br />yet he survived... and he couldn't save them...<br />so long time, he blamed himself...<br />he shouldn't live the life...<br /><br />a solo...<br />the wooden horse his father gave him...<br />he used to love it so much...<br />a quarrel... he left the house when he was young...<br />too young to make a mistake...<br />but too old to correct it...<br />he never got the chance to apologize...<br /><br />an apprentice...<br />his grandson...<br />he gave him his wooden horse...<br />told him his story...<br />hoping that,one day...<br />when he reached the house of God...<br />he, too...<br />will be forgiven...<br /><br />and then...<br />life moves on...<br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><span style="font-style: italic;">inspired by, 'the Piano'<br />video clip, with the song 'Comptine d'un autre ete'</span></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><span style="font-style: italic;">,<br />soundtrack from the movie 'Amelie'<br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Sr64NI33qUo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Sr64NI33qUo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7440262051766002799-2962737273170215689?l=alexaries025.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>~fall3n ang3l~http://www.blogger.com/profile/16603354915316998325noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7440262051766002799.post-58230767807504017792008-10-27T22:31:00.007+03:002008-10-27T23:19:45.143+03:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nOEr_1UgdKw/SQYcZ4f8l_I/AAAAAAAAAE0/C3hLdJjlBeU/s1600-h/526519_496_2386905649.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nOEr_1UgdKw/SQYcZ4f8l_I/AAAAAAAAAE0/C3hLdJjlBeU/s400/526519_496_2386905649.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261924445617690610" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br />he sat alone, beside the coffee table...<br />the dull old light bulb...<br />emitting glowy yellowish rays...<br /><br />breeze, through the crack window...<br />lightbulb swaying...<br />shadows moving in the small room...<br />like a small prison, with nothing,<br />but a broken chair, and an old table...<br /><br />one sip... coffee getting cold...<br />he didn't realize that...<br />too much going on in his mind...<br />like a big jumble of entangled threads...<br />got caught in a bush with thousands of small branches...<br /><br />unsolvable...<br />he's too tired... nothing seemed to work at all...<br />work, friends, finance, love...<br />he wished he could just sleep...<br />but everytime when he lied down,<br />all things he was thinking about would ambush him...<br />like a flock of bees, attacking an innocent kid...<br />and coffee, working its best way,<br />to make him enjoy the suffer of insomnia...<br /><br />no friends to talk to,<br />no family to complain to,<br />no nothing to depend on,<br />no way to release his weariness...<br />he started to take pills...<br />one... two... three...<br />finally, he got asleep...<br /><br />the song from the radio playing...<br />'... calm down.... deep breaths...<br />everything will be fine... everything.......'<br /><br />he never woke up...<br /><br />3 blocks away, 10th floor...<br />another stressed man...<br />trying to figure his way out in his life...<br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;">inspired by 'Details in the Fabric'</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;">sang by Jason Mraz, album 'we sing, we dance, we steal things'<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IwXqbg19Yvg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IwXqbg19Yvg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7440262051766002799-5823076780750401779?l=alexaries025.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>~fall3n ang3l~http://www.blogger.com/profile/16603354915316998325noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7440262051766002799.post-45572095336303378272008-10-27T19:07:00.004+03:002008-10-27T21:27:44.144+03:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nOEr_1UgdKw/SQYICpdacWI/AAAAAAAAAEs/gtNNdLywOXk/s1600-h/Taking_off_the_mask_by_SpectralFairy.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nOEr_1UgdKw/SQYICpdacWI/AAAAAAAAAEs/gtNNdLywOXk/s400/Taking_off_the_mask_by_SpectralFairy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261902056210985314" border="0" /></a><br /></div>got used to being alone...<br />abandoned, ignored...<br />she traveled, through space and time...<br />searching,<br />for the place, where she could belong to...<br /><br />different... not trying to...<br />she was different...<br />no place suits her more, than her own little world...<br />a corner... no one would ever step onto...<br /><br />lingering around... trying to fit in...<br />she stood, in the middle of the crowd...<br />looking at every face passed by...<br />staring into eyes that pinned on her...<br />sarcastic... contempting...<br /><br />reaching out.... reaching in....<br />holding out... holding in...<br /><br />bullied... hurt...<br />still she kept trying...<br />attempting to be like others...<br /><br />until one day... she no longer recognized herself...<br />thick make up, shiny clothes...<br />big earrings with branded bags...<br />high heels...<br />she never felt that lost before...<br />and never that lonely before...<br /><br />she stood... looking into the mirror...<br />deep into the hazel eyes...<br />and saw...<br />the true her... sitting at the corner...<br /><br />why need to be someone else...<br />everyone is special...<br />God makes us the way we are to be...<br />and i'm proud of it... she whispered...<br /><br />this, is me...<br /><br />she has never been happier...<br />she knew, one day she would find her heaven...<br />her destiny...<br /><br />be yourself~~<br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"><span style="font-style: italic;">inspired by 'elsewhere'<br />sang by Bethany Joy Lenz, One Tree Hill season 1<br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HjgCemCBatw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HjgCemCBatw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7440262051766002799-4557209533630337827?l=alexaries025.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>~fall3n ang3l~http://www.blogger.com/profile/16603354915316998325noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7440262051766002799.post-67725196391809503272008-10-27T05:41:00.004+03:002008-10-27T06:01:00.081+03:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nOEr_1UgdKw/SQUs6HTUX3I/AAAAAAAAAEk/Kx9NSCFPZ2o/s1600-h/Shubh_Deepavali_Wishes-Diwali-161_big.gif"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nOEr_1UgdKw/SQUs6HTUX3I/AAAAAAAAAEk/Kx9NSCFPZ2o/s400/Shubh_Deepavali_Wishes-Diwali-161_big.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261661116556402546" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">lid the lamp,<br />spread the words...<br />for the good has defeated the evil...<br />the light has outshined the darkness...<br />the hope has taken over the despair...<br /><br />it's time to celebrate...<br />lid the lamps...<br />streets, houses, yards...<br />all twinkled,<br />in the sea of lanterns...<br /><br />everyone in new dresses,<br />congratulating others for the festival...<br />wishing everyone the best wishes, hopes and regards...<br />visiting everyone else in town...<br />noone is alone... noone will be alone...<br /><br />happiness, joy, laughter...<br />love, care, friendship...<br />everything to be celebrated...<br />leave behind the hatred...<br />cast away the misunderstanding...<br />let us celebrate,<br />the festival of light...<br /><br />~Happy Deepavali~~<br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">'Dhoom Tana'<br />dance, choreographed by Nakul Dev Mahajan, so you think you can dance season 4<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HUfsXsDlLhw&amp;hl=ru&amp;fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HUfsXsDlLhw&amp;hl=ru&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"></span></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7440262051766002799-6772519639180950327?l=alexaries025.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>~fall3n ang3l~http://www.blogger.com/profile/16603354915316998325noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7440262051766002799.post-63131626466772016652008-10-27T04:48:00.006+03:002008-10-27T05:32:06.567+03:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nOEr_1UgdKw/SQUnXlCU1dI/AAAAAAAAAEc/gwheNrxmirY/s1600-h/Zombie_Wallpaper_by_NintendoRevolution.png"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nOEr_1UgdKw/SQUnXlCU1dI/AAAAAAAAAEc/gwheNrxmirY/s400/Zombie_Wallpaper_by_NintendoRevolution.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261655025684633042" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />night fell...<br />wind whispered...<br />through the graveyard, nearby city hall...<br /><br />like incantation, they woke up...<br />climbing out from the soft earth covering...<br />wearing old-fashioned clothes...<br />covering their distorted face with newspaper...<br /><br />they strolled across the street...<br />skipping through water puddle...<br />dancing under the street light...<br />enjoying the resurrection...<br />it's halloween...<br /><br />late night bus passed by..<br />they disguised themselves...<br />like lamp poles...<br />like wicked trees...<br />swaying bizarrely in the wind..<br />noone noticed them... noone should..<br /><br />moon crawling up high...<br />suddenly the wind blew off all clouds...<br />dogs started to growl...<br />like infected human, transforming into werewolves...<br />joining the big parade across the city...<br />and moved, fast... moved, slow...<br /><br />3 hours before sunrise...<br />the darkest period, before dawn...<br />they celebrated... this was the biggest fiesta yet...<br />wild they went... sang and danced...<br />forgetting the time...<br /><br />sun rose...<br />too late to escape...<br />soon the cleaners will come...<br />they would be horrified...<br />but they knew...<br />it's just another halloween...<br />an unrevealed secret...<br />of the busy city...<br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">inspired by 'Cabaret Hoover'</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">dance, choreographed by Wade Robson, so you think you can dance season 3</span><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br />ps. Happy Halloween~~<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9UVJz6ZFJD8&amp;hl=ru&amp;fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9UVJz6ZFJD8&amp;hl=ru&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7440262051766002799-6313162646677201665?l=alexaries025.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>~fall3n ang3l~http://www.blogger.com/profile/16603354915316998325noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7440262051766002799.post-45073917751682504292008-10-25T21:47:00.003+04:002008-10-26T02:50:51.094+04:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nOEr_1UgdKw/SQOiMIRaHNI/AAAAAAAAAEU/nFGoMe6dKxM/s1600-h/IMG_0601.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nOEr_1UgdKw/SQOiMIRaHNI/AAAAAAAAAEU/nFGoMe6dKxM/s400/IMG_0601.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261227118961499346" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">he's been called upon...<br />one last night, they stood..<br />facing each other... no words...<br /><br />tears in her eyes...<br />but she promised herself not to cry...<br />so she picked up the violin...<br />played him their song...<br /><br />he grabbed her...<br />kiss her so hard...<br />no words... his eyes were full of sorrow...<br />he knew... this was going to be the last night...<br />he knew... he won't survive...<br /><br />and so he lifted her up...<br />with his strong arm...<br />and started to move...<br />steps to steps...<br /><br />she cuddled in, like a baby...<br />his baby...<br />she couldn't take it anymore...<br />tears, reflecting the moonlight...<br />gliding down her smooth cheek...<br />no words...<br /><br />it's time... he said...<br />he set her down...<br />took he rucksack, went on the road of no return...<br /><br />she held him...<br />one last kiss...<br /><br />goodbye...<br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><span style="font-style: italic;">inspired by 'A Daisy in December'<br />dance, choreographed by Hunter Johnson, so you think you can dance season 3<br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZkY6TzAd0aE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZkY6TzAd0aE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7440262051766002799-4507391775168250429?l=alexaries025.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>~fall3n ang3l~http://www.blogger.com/profile/16603354915316998325noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7440262051766002799.post-59186975712399063822008-10-23T20:50:00.003+04:002008-10-23T21:39:59.336+04:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nOEr_1UgdKw/SQC2t_M5MtI/AAAAAAAAAEM/eJWw2btBm0M/s1600-h/lc_morning_light.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 360px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nOEr_1UgdKw/SQC2t_M5MtI/AAAAAAAAAEM/eJWw2btBm0M/s400/lc_morning_light.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260405265944621778" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">hazy...<br />it's been 3 days...<br />everyone is panic now...<br />something is going to happen...<br />noone says a word, but at least that's what they think it is...<br /><br />words had spread out...<br />the final judgement is here...<br />the little boy sits with the family at the table...<br />everyone looks exhausted...<br />he wants to do something...<br />he knows he has to...<br /><br />and so... he sings...<br />like a feather flowing through the wind...<br />so light... so beautiful...<br />like a ting in the morning chapel...<br />like angel's voice, soothing the heart of the uneasy...<br />like the little light of hope,<br />showing the way, guiding the lost...<br /><br />calm...peace...<br />like touched by the angel, he sings...<br /><br />for no worry can disturb they mind anymore...<br />for no weariness can burden they soul anymore...<br />for no any other reason, they should be afraid anymore...<br />for they have come back, to the house of God...<br /><br />last verse, he sings...<br />like the bright sunshine, piercing through the thick grey haze...<br />like the glory, shines upon all the sins...<br />forgiven...<br />the angels start to sing... with him...<br />bring the joy to the world... they said...<br />tell the good news... grant yourselves peace...<br /><br />the Father has come...<br />they lie in His arm...<br />peacefully...<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><span style="font-style: italic;">inspired by 'Pie Jesu'<br />song, sang by Andrew Johnston, Britain's Got Talent 2008<br />(special thanks to CJ, for sharing this vid~~)<br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Am45nFsZRfY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Am45nFsZRfY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span><br /><br />this is when he made it into the finals~~<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DyHuNnIdp64&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DyHuNnIdp64&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />here's another version of Pie Jesu i love))<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/icwqv68wL80&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/icwqv68wL80&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7440262051766002799-5918697571239906382?l=alexaries025.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>~fall3n ang3l~http://www.blogger.com/profile/16603354915316998325noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7440262051766002799.post-73391312256007621992008-10-22T21:36:00.006+04:002008-10-22T22:58:14.015+04:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nOEr_1UgdKw/SP93XFP7zfI/AAAAAAAAAEE/2cJK7i9mDJU/s1600-h/Explore.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nOEr_1UgdKw/SP93XFP7zfI/AAAAAAAAAEE/2cJK7i9mDJU/s400/Explore.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260054128221736434" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">'...in 6500 b.c. some guy looked in a sick friend, and said,</span> <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">'i have an idea, why don't i drill a hole on your skull,</span> <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">it will make you feel better'...</span> <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">and thus, surgery was born...'</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">a lot of ideas and thoughts come to this world, merely because, there were this bunch of crazy people, thinking that they could change the world at that time. And yes they did... medicine changes from mythology, religious, superstitious, till now, believed by almost everybody. Hitler, he wasn't that big someone when he was young... but he got the idea... words are powerful, and thus, with words, he drove Germany towards glory, and wrote down one of the most bloody history of world...<br /><br />we are afraid of changes... because changes mean new things, new environment, new people, new situation, and new fear, new unknowns to get acquainted with... but i do believe in human being, that when we are pushed, we will, look for the new ideas, new things to try, and, live better with them. and evolution thus occurs, revolution thus progresses...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">'...we usually know what we are doing,</span> <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">and when we don't, we still act like we do...</span> <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">we walk boldly into undiscovered country,</span> <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">plant a flag and start ordering people around...'</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Meredith Grey said that, in Grey's Anatomy, referring to how bold and daring the surgeons are, and should be...<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;">In fact, at some points, i think all human kind should be like that... we sometimes are too scared to try something new, too coward to step up to the stinking customs, too settled to change again, and too kind, sometimes, to offend others by telling what we like, what we don't like...<br /><br />And thus, she said further...<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">'...we like to think we're fearless...</span> <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><br />eager to explore unknown land, soak up new experiences...<br /></span> <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">but the fact is, we are always terrified...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">maybe the terror is a part of the attraction,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">some people go to the horror movies, we cut things open...'</span><br /><br />Explore the world while we still can, do the things that we wanted to do, as long as it's right, and don't just think about it...<br />feel the uncertainties we have been avoiding, run to the unknown we thought we would never land a foot on...<br />think of, exploring them in a good way,<br />and i think, we might have just discovered a better place,<br />an unseen wonderland, another miracle of life...<br /><br />~peace~~<br /></div><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"></span></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7440262051766002799-7339131225600762199?l=alexaries025.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>~fall3n ang3l~http://www.blogger.com/profile/16603354915316998325noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7440262051766002799.post-28087431036592262632008-10-22T19:38:00.005+04:002008-10-22T21:25:54.431+04:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nOEr_1UgdKw/SP9Zqk3Ib8I/AAAAAAAAAD8/gW-85q8XLm4/s1600-h/love.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nOEr_1UgdKw/SP9Zqk3Ib8I/AAAAAAAAAD8/gW-85q8XLm4/s400/love.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260021477776322498" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;">'...people are terrible, to the people they love sometimes..<br />they are mean,<br />even both were going through a really hard time,<br />you took it out on one another,<br />it doesn't fun,<br />but it is what people do...<br />it doesn't make you the worst person in the world,<br />it just make you, a person who...<br />just make a mistake'</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><br /><br /></span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">this was said by Izzie</span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> in Grey's Anatomy...<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">we all make mistake, extensively, slightly; small ones, big ones...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">some mistakes enough to kill a person, some mistakes enough to hurt a person till he decided not to live</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">. Doctor's mistake kills a person, mistakes in words hurt a person. But it happens all the time... No one is saint, no one can ever escape the faith of hurting another one, in a good way, or in a bad way..</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">and i think the most important thing here is that, although we hurt someone, it doesn't always mean that we are terrible... we are just doing the wrong thing at the wrong time.. and, the only way to make things right, is to correct what we had done...to apologize, to forgive, to love again, to embrace the others... there's no such thing as, too late, and, never be too hesitated to do anything to make it right again.)</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">be the one to love, not to hate;<br />to forgive, not to blame;<br />to say, 'i love you',<br />even when the other did something very bad to you...<br />for a mistake made, it's only a point in life...<br />but love... it's forever...<br /></div><br /></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7440262051766002799-2808743103659226263?l=alexaries025.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>~fall3n ang3l~http://www.blogger.com/profile/16603354915316998325noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7440262051766002799.post-44165432012994714222008-10-21T21:11:00.005+04:002008-10-21T22:44:32.953+04:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nOEr_1UgdKw/SP4i5xaqecI/AAAAAAAAAD0/OudowJJkut0/s1600-h/jump2.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nOEr_1UgdKw/SP4i5xaqecI/AAAAAAAAAD0/OudowJJkut0/s400/jump2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259679790728378818" border="0" /></a><br /></div>he lied... on the cold wet road...<br />feeling warm... feeling cold...<br />red, splash...<br />silence...<br /><br />three minutes ago, he was standing on the roof top, thinking...<br />the world is unfair...<br />human beings are corrupted...<br />the society is full of selfishness...<br /><br />he was tired...<br />exhausted by the stress in work...<br />overdriven by his family...<br />exploited by his friends...<br /><br />two minutes ago, he was swinging the bottle from side to side...<br />half filled, pale blue fluid, forming a small tornado inside...<br />the wind was blowing, silently, through his messy hair...<br />his face... his hands... his half ripped white cloth...<br />tough day... toughest of all days...<br /><br />one minute ago, he stood by the roof side...<br />feeling the dangling foot over the cool breeze...<br />too many thoughts... too many things going on...<br />get out!!... he shouted... to the dark blue sky...<br />...not helping...<br />he was swaying more vigorously... shaking them off...<br /><br />30 seconds ago... he thought...<br />how does freedom feel like?<br />is flying mean freedom...<br />is dying mean going to a better place...<br />he was confused... drunk...<br />he stepped over...<br /><br />25 seconds... he got used to the zero gravity...<br />free falling... it felt so good...<br /><br />20 seconds... strong wind against the his face...<br />his mind got clearer...<br /><br />15 seconds... he regretted what he was doing...<br />he never did believe in better place after death...<br />he never gave up on any occasion...<br />he loved his wife, he liked his friends...<br />he enjoyed his job.... it was just another tough day...<br /><br />10 seconds... he was despaired...<br />if only there is a second chance...<br />he didn't want to die...<br />not yet... if only he could really fly...<br /><br />5 seconds... hopeless... he started to pray...<br />dear god... forgive me...<br /><br />3....2....1....<br /><br />he lied in puddle of blood...<br />the crowd started to gather...<br />fingers pointing...<br />blood flowing out...<br />heart beating... slower... slower...<br /><br />is there really a better world?...<br />he never knew...<br />he saw no whitelight...<br />only the world getting darker and darker...<br /><br />another confused soul... took the short cut in the life journey...<br />peace be with him...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7440262051766002799-4416543201299471422?l=alexaries025.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>~fall3n ang3l~http://www.blogger.com/profile/16603354915316998325noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7440262051766002799.post-41013994848742592862008-10-18T03:01:00.004+04:002008-10-18T03:43:14.497+04:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nOEr_1UgdKw/SPki94H7AgI/AAAAAAAAADs/h3fPCL4P-aY/s1600-h/couplesLLS01.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nOEr_1UgdKw/SPki94H7AgI/AAAAAAAAADs/h3fPCL4P-aY/s400/couplesLLS01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258272486364742146" border="0" /></a><br /></div>come on, he said... be happy...<br />i'm here...<br /><br />he is always there...<br />no matter what happens..<br />sad, happy; scared, upset;<br />standing beside her, makes him feel satisfied...<br /><br />he likes it, when she looks in his eyes...<br />he likes it, when she closes her eyes, and moves with the music...<br />he likes it, when she touches his hands, while he sleeps...<br />like the paws of little cat, soft, warm, and delighting...<br />he likes it, when she jumps and runs and walks and talks...<br /><br />he loves to follow her steps...<br />one jump, one turn, one open arm into the air<br />one twist, and one laugh...<br />one fall, he rushes to her...<br />carries her up, so high... too worried to let her fall again...<br /><br />she's too delicate, too precious...<br />seeing her cry, makes his heart shattered..<br />watching her helpless, but can do nothing,<br />makes him feel useless...<br /><br />but no matter what happens, he follows her...<br />to wherever she goes...<br />to support her, to give her hope...<br />to cheer her up, and to calm her down...<br />to let her know, that even if tomorrow, there will be no sun,<br />he will make the sun for her...<br />even if everyone turns against her,<br />he will protect her...<br /><br />she's the one...<br />his one...<br />who cares about being the main character in a play...<br />as long as she is happy,<br />that's all he cares...<br /><br />...i love you...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">~to all lovers in the world~~ best wishes~</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><span style="font-style: italic;">inspired by 'lost'<br />dance choreographed by Mandy Moore, so you think you can dance season 4<br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/esQqZCzsHjE&amp;hl=ru&amp;fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/esQqZCzsHjE&amp;hl=ru&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7440262051766002799-4101399484874259286?l=alexaries025.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>~fall3n ang3l~http://www.blogger.com/profile/16603354915316998325noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7440262051766002799.post-49483092238274675102008-10-18T02:36:00.003+04:002008-10-18T02:59:13.262+04:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nOEr_1UgdKw/SPkYsAx5_1I/AAAAAAAAADk/qnPAIPKWAU8/s1600-h/The-stranger.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nOEr_1UgdKw/SPkYsAx5_1I/AAAAAAAAADk/qnPAIPKWAU8/s400/The-stranger.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258261184334397266" border="0" /></a><br /></div>he walked alone...<br />in the path, of uncertainty...<br />she walked alone...<br />in the road, of insecurity...<br /><br />side to side, the roads moved on...<br />they'd never seen each other...<br />eyes on the black dark ways...<br />so far upon, nothing could be foreseen...<br /><br />until this moment...<br />a meteor glided across the sky...<br />wishes they made...<br />along the tail of the burning star,<br />their eyes met...<br /><br />one, two, three, four, five....<br />i'm faster than him...<br />i'm faster than her...<br />i have more than he has...<br />i have more than she has...<br />i'm better... he thought...<br />i'm better... she thought...<br /><br />and the roads came to a cross...<br />chemistry happened...<br />hands over hands, legs upon legs...<br />they avoided each other, attacked each other...<br />trying to know each other...<br />trying to understand each other...<br /><br />and then...for no reason...<br />he would hold her if she fell...<br />she would calm him down, if he got upset...<br />he would sit with her if she's sad...<br />she would be with him if he needed someone...<br /><br />until one day... they realised...<br />their wishes, casted to the burning star...<br />found them... when their eyes first met each others'<br /><br />they walked along... together...<br />on the road.. of no regret...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><span style="font-style: italic;">inspired by 'hometown glory'<br />dance choreographed by Mia Michael, so you think you can dance season 4<br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UeKkUQAWkgU&amp;hl=ru&amp;fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UeKkUQAWkgU&amp;hl=ru&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7440262051766002799-4948309223827467510?l=alexaries025.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>~fall3n ang3l~http://www.blogger.com/profile/16603354915316998325noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7440262051766002799.post-21615687572429764722008-10-17T15:32:00.006+04:002008-10-17T17:19:55.680+04:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nOEr_1UgdKw/SPiQjfYddGI/AAAAAAAAADU/FSz4XIuhmTU/s1600-h/man-woman-kiss-bed-400a061807.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nOEr_1UgdKw/SPiQjfYddGI/AAAAAAAAADU/FSz4XIuhmTU/s400/man-woman-kiss-bed-400a061807.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258111504348968034" border="0" /></a><br /></div>startled... he sat up on the bed...<br />he never realised, when he fell asleep...<br />rain trickled down the window...<br />like little crystal, reflecting the street lights, and the traffics...<br /><br />it's been three weeks, one day, thirdty-four minutes and twelve seconds...<br />she was not there... for this long time...<br />he missed her... her warm hands on his back,<br />her long fingers, playing with his hair,<br />her soothing voice, whispering in his ear...<br />her vibrant eyes, looking into his...<br /><br />he smiled, thinking of her sweet smile, and soft long hair...<br />then sad, she was no longer there...<br />his hand reached out...he thought he saw her smile again...<br />illusions...<br />things happened too quickly... he never foresaw this coming...<br />it broke his heart... so deep, so painful...<br />and thus, he was alone in the bed...<br /><br />cold, lonely... he wished she'll be there...<br />just like before, when he would slowly glide into the bed,<br />when she was asleep...<br />and caressed her hair, and said, 'i love you...'<br />and she would turn over, and hug him...<br />and with the sweetest innocent smile,<br />open her eyes, and said, 'i love you too'...<br /><br />love, too far to pursue..<br />too hard to hold on to...<br />he wished he would be in dream...<br />at least, he won't feel the pain that hurting..<br />the loneliness that suffocating...<br /><br />it's only he, again, another night...<br />wishing...<br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><span style="font-style: italic;">inspired by 'dreaming with a broken heart'<br />dance choreographed by Mia Michael, so you think you can dance season 4<br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/n17HrL66iFU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/n17HrL66iFU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7440262051766002799-2161568757242976472?l=alexaries025.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>~fall3n ang3l~http://www.blogger.com/profile/16603354915316998325noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7440262051766002799.post-7636098903766087902008-10-15T20:26:00.002+04:002008-10-15T22:31:25.165+04:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nOEr_1UgdKw/SPY2tyJSOsI/AAAAAAAAADM/ujLPC6-_A_0/s1600-h/dark-seduction-a.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nOEr_1UgdKw/SPY2tyJSOsI/AAAAAAAAADM/ujLPC6-_A_0/s400/dark-seduction-a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257449775184362178" border="0" /></a><br /></div>night fell... the street lights started to light up...<br />neon lights all over the city...<br />it's again, the city which never sleeps...<br /><br />ladies at the corner, whispering to each other...<br />laughed out, with a slight giggle,<br />seducing the passerby...<br />sharp colored coat, with sexy stripes...<br />short skirt, with tempting smooth dark silk stokings...<br /><br />one finger, flexing and extending... bringing him in...<br />he got indulged, by the breathes of lust,<br />by the temptation of greed...<br />he went in... further and further....<br /><br />one door opened by another...<br />more and more they came out...<br />showing the wonderful side of the underworld...<br />like amazing a little kid in the fun fair,<br />one trick by another,<br />bringing him from one corner to another...<br /><br />deeper and deeper he sank in...<br />to the dark side of the unknown world...<br />hidden in the city that never sleep...<br /><br />and they started to cover the entrance...<br />quickly and silently...<br />and started their acting all over again...<br />like puppets of a hidden master, bringing more people in...<br /><br />this is how they live... and this is the life they have...<br /><br />it's a secret...<br />check it out... but, don't tell...<br />shhhhhh.....<br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><span style="font-style: italic;">inspired by, 'put ur hands where my eyes could see'<br />dance choreographed by Wade Robson, so you think you can dance season 3<br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/w-rcA1MYr4E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/w-rcA1MYr4E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7440262051766002799-763609890376608790?l=alexaries025.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>~fall3n ang3l~http://www.blogger.com/profile/16603354915316998325noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7440262051766002799.post-55310643722453755082008-10-14T23:34:00.004+04:002008-10-22T22:58:49.769+04:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nOEr_1UgdKw/SPUq1zpVceI/AAAAAAAAADE/rucj_eypRwo/s1600-h/nike_man.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nOEr_1UgdKw/SPUq1zpVceI/AAAAAAAAADE/rucj_eypRwo/s400/nike_man.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257155243909935586" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;">"... horrible things do happen...<br />happiness in the face of all horrible things, that's not the goal...<br />feeling the horrible, and knowing,<br />that you're not gonna die from those feeling,<br />that's the point...'<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">these are some words that i heard from 'Grey's Anatomy'. They touched me so much...<br />Horrible things do happen, and all the while, i think, as a human being, most of us will try to avoid it, or excape from it, or turn ourselves against it.. thinking that, everything will be fine soon, it's not that bad...</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"></span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">feel it, learn from it; feel the fall, and stand up again...</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">that's what we should do...</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">let the feeling cut u in.... and cry it out, loud...</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">and then rise from within, knowing that, you have moved on...</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">you survived... </span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">that, is what i think, how we should learn, and, to know, that we are still alive...</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"></span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">i once told one of my close friends, the horrible feeling u are having now,</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">it won't go away, nor will u forget about it...</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">time will wash it away, cool it down...</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">but deep down, it will always be there...</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">so why not embrace it... say it out... and then let it go...</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">one day, you might actually feel that, it's actually nothing...</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">because you have moved on...</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"></span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"></span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">"...bones break, organs burst, flesh tears...<br />we can seal the flesh, repair the damage, ease the pain...<br />but when life breaks down, when we break down,<br />there's no sign, no hard and fast rules...<br />we just have to feel all the way through..."<br /></span></div><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"></span></span></div><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7440262051766002799-5531064372245375508?l=alexaries025.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>~fall3n ang3l~http://www.blogger.com/profile/16603354915316998325noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7440262051766002799.post-48249448841734953092008-10-14T00:36:00.004+04:002008-10-14T09:40:19.692+04:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nOEr_1UgdKw/SPQvsqC7_1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/Kf8UbBCiFAk/s1600-h/halloween.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nOEr_1UgdKw/SPQvsqC7_1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/Kf8UbBCiFAk/s400/halloween.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256879109295570770" border="0" /></a><br /></div>it's the time again...<br />they are awaken...<br />ladies and gentlemen, welcome our very special guests...<br />the~~~~~ zombies in the house~~<br /><br />and they come down the stairs...<br />gracefully, greeting the guests in their house...<br />moving with the music,<br />holding their stiff bodies together...<br /><br />one bow to the audience, the prom begins...<br />they glide across the dance floor...<br />moving from one side to another...<br />one turn, one swing, one bent, one shake...<br />one jerk on the neck, one smirk on the face...<br />the dislocated joints look like they are going to fly off from the master<br />anytime...<br />but still, hold up strongly...<br /><br />the zombie dance...<br /><br />under fullmoon, under the howling of wolves...<br />under the candle lights from the chandelier high above...<br />in the grand house, once dwelled by Dukes and Dutches...<br />with the creepiest, eeriest dance, they celebrate...<br />the revival of their bodies, they soul once every year...<br /><br />this october...<br />invitations are sent out...<br />for those who dare,<br />welcome to the haunted house..<br /><br />Happy Halloween~~~<br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><span style="font-style: italic;">inspired by, 'Ramalama (Bang Bang)'<br />dance choreographed by Wade Robson, so you think you can dance season 2<br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bfR9VJBVPgk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bfR9VJBVPgk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7440262051766002799-4824944884173495309?l=alexaries025.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>~fall3n ang3l~http://www.blogger.com/profile/16603354915316998325noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7440262051766002799.post-44274479346875235982008-10-12T00:28:00.004+04:002008-10-12T01:00:41.918+04:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nOEr_1UgdKw/SPESUFa14mI/AAAAAAAAACE/C4vyhuSXQXc/s1600-h/hands-folded-in-prayer.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nOEr_1UgdKw/SPESUFa14mI/AAAAAAAAACE/C4vyhuSXQXc/s400/hands-folded-in-prayer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256002376379523682" border="0" /></a><br /></div>they sat, in the dark...<br />one against another...<br />huddling each others' shivering bodies...<br /><br />the war was so close to them...<br />they could hear the explosion, like a dull thump on the earth...<br />all the men were summoned to the front line,<br />to protect their country, their families, their love ones...<br />and they, they were those left behind...<br />helpless, shattered, cold...<br /><br />the kids were sound asleep beside the warm fire...<br />but they, they dare not close their eyes...<br />too worried to sleep,<br />too scared to lie down...<br />too shocked to believe that this was happening...<br />too helpless to do anything for anyone, including themselves...<br /><br />thus, they gathered at the small hut,<br />by the side of house, where the kids lied...<br />holding one firm believe...<br />one strong will...<br />one deep love...<br />they prayed...<br /><br />dear maria...<br />bless us all, bless our beloved ones...<br />bless our children, to have a better tomorrow...<br />bless our husbands, brothers, sons, who fight for us...<br />amen..... amen....<br /><br />again and again they repeated those words...<br />like a incantation, filling the atmosphere above...<br />the sky suddenly was clear...<br />no wind, no cloud... no smoke...<br />hope is here, they whispered...<br />miracle is here, they thought...<br /><br />and so they thought...<br /><br />... ...<br /><br />the army marched by...<br />one of them were crying...<br />a young man, silently, wishing...<br />'may you live happily, peacefully, in the other side...<br />i love you...'<br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">inspired by, 'ave maria'<br />dance choreographed by Mia Michael, so you think you can dance season 4<br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WnZKpZkgNn4&amp;hl=ru&amp;fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WnZKpZkgNn4&amp;hl=ru&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"></span></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"></span></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7440262051766002799-4427447934687523598?l=alexaries025.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>~fall3n ang3l~http://www.blogger.com/profile/16603354915316998325noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7440262051766002799.post-69305011587278765552008-10-10T13:50:00.004+04:002008-10-10T15:50:07.315+04:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nOEr_1UgdKw/SO8_my7EcII/AAAAAAAAAB8/Q4b530lrd2E/s1600-h/lost.jpg">so<img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nOEr_1UgdKw/SO8_my7EcII/AAAAAAAAAB8/Q4b530lrd2E/s400/lost.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255489225901764738" border="0" /></a><br /></div>fear, anxious, upset, lost...<br />hid behind the face,<br />stiff, emotionless, defensive...<br /><br />slowly, hands reached out... they searched for the others...<br />for support, for help, for relieve...<br />for being lost in the hustle-bustle world...<br />for being swallowed by the current of globalization...<br />for trying to be a part of the fast-growing society...<br /><br />lost, in this world...<br />lost, in the direction...<br />lost, in what had been the dream they dreamed of...<br />lost, in the passion of what they once had...<br /><br />tried to stand out, but the gravity was too strong...<br />the struggle to hard to fight,<br />the current to strong to go against...<br />like a fish in a big herd, having no chance to prove,<br />that it can be different...<br /><br />so they stood, holding hands...<br />pushing each other up and up...<br />n withhold each other, when they fell...<br />moving in one direction...<br />like roman spartans, fighting against thousands of Persian army...<br /><br />they fought...<br /><br />and the spotlight shined upon....<br /><br />found...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><span style="font-style: italic;">inspired by, 'hide and seek'<br />dance choreographed by Mia Michael, so you think you can dance season 2<br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CIXXnKax2no&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CIXXnKax2no&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7440262051766002799-6930501158727876555?l=alexaries025.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>~fall3n ang3l~http://www.blogger.com/profile/16603354915316998325noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7440262051766002799.post-70841630629794183452008-10-10T03:37:00.000+04:002008-10-10T04:39:53.197+04:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nOEr_1UgdKw/SO6j7QUdzyI/AAAAAAAAAB0/_7-3v6NkAtY/s1600-h/snow+rose.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nOEr_1UgdKw/SO6j7QUdzyI/AAAAAAAAAB0/_7-3v6NkAtY/s400/snow+rose.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255318053576363810" border="0" /></a><br /></div>peace, filling the whole atmosphere...<br />it feels like, the new breath of earth,<br />the first light from the sun after a long night,<br />the birth of a new star,<br />the peace after the war...<br /><br />white, pure, like a child they laugh,<br />like a bird, they fly high,<br />like the wind, they bring the breeze of joy,<br />like the sun, they emit the warmth to every heart...<br /><br />and one by one, they start to hum...<br />in words they are familiar with, but bring them the utmost joy they've never felt before...<br />hand to hand, they circle, around the new life they have been given to,<br />for this,<br />is the celebration of life...<br />the embracement of newbirth...<br />the hope for tomorrow...<br />and the best wishes, to the future...<br /><br />and thus, they sing,<br />...just remember, in the winter,<br />far beneath the bitter snow...<br />lies the seed, that with the sun's love,<br />in the spring, becomes the rose...<br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">inspired by, 'the rose'<br />dance choreographed by Mandy Moore, so you think you can dance season 4<br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RUfh5xm-Pn0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RUfh5xm-Pn0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"></span></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"></span></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7440262051766002799-7084163062979418345?l=alexaries025.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>~fall3n ang3l~http://www.blogger.com/profile/16603354915316998325noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7440262051766002799.post-50092948650574135332008-10-09T21:15:00.000+04:002008-10-10T00:58:48.693+04:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nOEr_1UgdKw/SO5qwOOuhBI/AAAAAAAAABs/fHLnSpwFe3Y/s1600-h/inner+struggle.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nOEr_1UgdKw/SO5qwOOuhBI/AAAAAAAAABs/fHLnSpwFe3Y/s400/inner+struggle.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255255191874077714" border="0" /></a><br /></div>it all started with a sparkle...<br />like a twinkle, shining in the utmost darkness...<br />it started to move, like a perfect dancing puppet, moving rapidly on the ground...<br />like a ghost, gliding through space and space, searching for an unknown target...<br /><br />then, spread out...<br />one thought, to another...<br />like an action potential, passing rapidly from one neuron to another...<br />like a fire source, igniting the wire to multiple microbombs,<br />located all over the corners...<br />like stars, appearing after dusk, one by one, lighting up the dark blue sky...<br /><br />and 'splash.....'<br />a unition formed...<br />one to another, they started to link together...<br />positive to negative, white to black,<br />hot to cold, and man to woman...<br /><br />then they separated again, moving around...<br />and fused again...<br />like a big virtuous cycle...<br />like a tremendous tornado, swirling in the vast universe...<br />a current, going in so deep, and burst out into the sky...<br /><br />they supported each others, fought with each others...<br />like a big fusion of everything...<br />confused, yet understood; denied, yet accepted...<br /><br />suddenly, everything was clear...<br />he stood out.... and the lights deemed down....<br />the struggle was over...<br /><br />and he moved on...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><span style="font-style: italic;">inspired by, 'the moment i said it'</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><span style="font-style: italic;">dance choreographed by Mia Michael, so you think you can dance season 3<br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/g1g9UTrS_S4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/g1g9UTrS_S4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7440262051766002799-5009294865057413533?l=alexaries025.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>~fall3n ang3l~http://www.blogger.com/profile/16603354915316998325noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7440262051766002799.post-52721912570525751922008-10-08T19:06:00.000+04:002008-10-08T21:03:34.414+04:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nOEr_1UgdKw/SOznqs-G-GI/AAAAAAAAABk/kHcfoxuNSKk/s1600-h/crossroad.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 395px; height: 487px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nOEr_1UgdKw/SOznqs-G-GI/AAAAAAAAABk/kHcfoxuNSKk/s400/crossroad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254829586046711906" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">when do we know wat time it is to actually clear our mind,<br />and think of wat is right for us, wat is wrong;<br />wat's not done enough, n wat's overdone...<br /><br />when do we realise,<br />tat wat we did for others, is not suffering, but joy,<br />is not onli contributing, but in someway, damaging;<br />is not onli giving, but in someway, demand giving back as well...<br /><br />how can we know, whether wat we are doing now, is not just for ourselves,<br />but also for the others, not for our own benefit, but to make others laugh,or cry, or joy, or love...<br /><br />i guess, life has its way of making all these things happened, and,<br />always remember, nothing is, or will be too late, because,<br />life, is full of life...<br />n at the end of one road, there's always another one to move on.<br />whether you will create your own road,<br />or wait for someone else to make one, then move on,<br />or just find another way round...<br /><br />always give yourself a chance to stop down, and reflect on what you have done,<br />to see upon the things that had happened,<br />and to learn from what yesterday has told us..<br />this is how we grow,<br />and this is how we become a better human being..<br />cheers<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' 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But she didn’t want to…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">For she knew, that, is the collector…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">The ultimate fate, of unwanted toys, of ignored souls, of abandoned heart…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">For she knew, that, moving means, she no longer has any purpose in this world</p> <p class="MsoNormal">This beautiful, enchanting, world, with the person she loved, and still loves…<o:p> <br /></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> <br /></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">She heard them, getting closer…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">No…she whispered…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Such a beautiful voice, she realized… </p> <p class="MsoNormal">No…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">He came… dark in the eyes… so deep… you can’t feel anything…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">So suffocating, it’s like, drowning in the swarm… every single struggle, makes you sink even more…<o:p> <br /></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> <br /></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Come with me…. Deep voice, and a lot of noises, from broken toys behind him… </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Why… why can’t you take me… she cried…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Why did you leave me… </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Raindrops… tears… she never knew she can have tears…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Why... </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p> <br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">A sway of the stick, she stood up, like an uncontrolled puppet..</p> <p class="MsoNormal">She moved clumsily, with distorted arms and legs…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Towards the collector, his followers, and the toys….</p> <p class="MsoNormal">They were screaming, yelling…some laughing… some stared at her… like a hungry hawk onto the dying lamb…</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p> <br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">She couldn’t fight it… </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p> <br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">Slowly…the pink dress turned into grey…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Blond hair became black…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Blue eyes became lifeless…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Everything is black, white and grey…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">She’s no longer smiling…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Everything has been forgotten…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">She’s never been cleaner, even cleaner than when she just got unpacked…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">She’s one of them now….</p><p class="MsoNormal"> <br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal">And thus, they went on…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">To another broken heart, another forgotten soul….</p><p style="text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">inspired by, 'the dance'</span></span></p><p style="text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">dance choregraphed by Mia Michael, so you think you can dance, season 4</span></span></p><p style="text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"> <br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"></span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="font-style: italic;"><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WH_KY39c9hk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WH_KY39c9hk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></span></span></span></span> <br /></p> </div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7440262051766002799-6340919576396044851?l=alexaries025.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>~fall3n ang3l~http://www.blogger.com/profile/16603354915316998325noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7440262051766002799.post-26588088419192784532008-10-07T15:30:00.000+04:002008-10-07T19:33:45.952+04:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nOEr_1UgdKw/SOt_1psX4AI/AAAAAAAAABU/eDjLfdd7Pc8/s1600-h/rabbit.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nOEr_1UgdKw/SOt_1psX4AI/AAAAAAAAABU/eDjLfdd7Pc8/s400/rabbit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254433949959577602" border="0" /></a> <br /></div><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CALEXTA%7E1%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C02%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> <w:usefelayout/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face {font-family:SimSun; 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mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--> <p class="MsoNormal">They are gathering….</p> <p class="MsoNormal">No news is out yet… but they knew…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">It’s like, a signal, a sensation, a slight twitch in the brow…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">A squeeze on the heart, a touch of wind on the whiskers…</p><p class="MsoNormal"> <br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Another one had passed…</p><p class="MsoNormal"> <br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">From all over the world they came… to this small town…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">No one noticed them…they moved in the dark…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Like shadow in the dark tunnels, invisible…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Eerie…</p><p class="MsoNormal"> <br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Sad, furious, helpless… all they could do was moan.. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">For the deceased couldn’t be revived…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">And the murderer would never know,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">How painful it was, to loose someone…</p><p class="MsoNormal"> <br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">And thus, they danced…quietly…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Around the field, under the bright moonlight…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Like an enchantment, purifying the tortured soul…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Like a farewell piece of art, saying, goodbye…</p><p class="MsoNormal"> <br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Wind blew…stronger and stronger…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Like the rage in their heart… and the feeling for their companion…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Faster and faster they dance…. Sniff… sniff…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Higher and higher they jumped… sniff… sniff…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Louder and louder they shouted… like a volcano, burst… like a furious sand storm, crushing the tomb… </p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">And then… it stopped…</p><p class="MsoNormal"> <br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Nothing had changed… except, another one of them passed away….</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Peace… to the deceased rabbit,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Died in hands of incompetent magician…</p><p style="text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><span style="font-style: italic;">inspired by,‘homage to the rabbits'</span></span></p><p style="text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><span style="font-style: italic;">dance choreographed by Wayne Robson, so you think you can dance season 4</span></span></p><p style="text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span> <br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RuRSyNrhAN0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RuRSyNrhAN0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object> <br /></p> <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7440262051766002799-2658808841919278453?l=alexaries025.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>~fall3n ang3l~http://www.blogger.com/profile/16603354915316998325noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7440262051766002799.post-14532407142907758542008-10-06T20:24:00.000+04:002008-10-06T20:47:18.813+04:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nOEr_1UgdKw/SOo73iBHXiI/AAAAAAAAABM/sETEpMvLweY/s1600-h/IMG_0177.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nOEr_1UgdKw/SOo73iBHXiI/AAAAAAAAABM/sETEpMvLweY/s400/IMG_0177.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254077740491431458" border="0" /></a><br /><br />喜欢秋天， 风轻轻的吹<br />变色的叶子， 丛树上飘下，优雅，亦带着一丝丝的伤感。<br />以前，超爱秋天时，泛红带黄的树叶，<br />尤其是那被点缀得像是泼上红漆的枫树<br />脚步就会不自觉地往那个方向走去<br /><br />现在， 反而喜欢浅浅，朴素的色调。<br />浅浅的黄，浅浅的绿<br />没有红彤彤的艳丽，没有黄澄澄的吸引力<br />有的，是毫不起眼的斑驳，<br />宣告着，我已经准备好了。<br />像是一个老人家，没有了年轻时的热情，<br />却添加了一份经验的累积，<br />不秀逗自己才华横溢，但经验丰富。<br />又像是深爱着孩子的妈妈，<br />为孩儿套上一层层的棉袄，<br />虽说衣裳不华丽，但温暖，贴心。<br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />i've always like autumn, it is, in my opinion, the most beautiful season of all. i love to just walk in the middle of trees, and let the wind blow, the leaves fall, the felling fly, and the imagination grow~~<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7440262051766002799-1453240714290775854?l=alexaries025.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>~fall3n ang3l~http://www.blogger.com/profile/16603354915316998325noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7440262051766002799.post-57974258051175821152008-10-06T02:12:00.000+04:002008-10-06T16:19:00.781+04:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nOEr_1UgdKw/SOlBR4wncBI/AAAAAAAAABE/4H-dcbXLLwQ/s1600-h/IMG_0104.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 429px; height: 321px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nOEr_1UgdKw/SOlBR4wncBI/AAAAAAAAABE/4H-dcbXLLwQ/s400/IMG_0104.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253802215854272530" border="0" /></a><br /></div><p class="MsoNormal"><span><span>…it’s October again, leaves are coming down… one more year’s come and gone, and nothing’s changed at all… was it I, suppose to be someone, to face the thing that I’ve been running from… let me feel, I don’t care if I break down… let me fall, even if I hit the ground… and if I, cry a little, die a little, at least I know I live… just a little… </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span> <p><span> </span></p> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span>This is a song, the song sung, when my tears flow down, after so long… I told myself not to cry… coz I hate to be weak… coz I know when I cry, everything is done… but it touches my heart, as much as my soul too… </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span>so long, it’s been so long since I talked to someone… coz I know this time I’ll have to face it alone… being strong on my own feet is what I’ve been doing, but this time, it’s too heavy for me… </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span> <p><span> </span></p> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span>The white angel never comes… I search for him… </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span>…hei, can you hear me… I need you to listen to me… </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span>…what… he’s behind me, with the face smiling, as usual… </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span>…I can’t face it alone, although I know I must do it myself…I didn’t manage to finish the sentence… </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span>…then go ahead, you can do it… just focus, ok… it’s the smile, so casual, so commercial… I knew I can’t talk anymore… </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span>…look, you have to do this on your own… the voice is soft, but it sounded a bit cold to me… </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span>He left… </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span> <p><span> </span></p> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span>Tonight, it’s raining outside… the heater was on, but the bed was cold, my heart was cold… </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span>Someone knocked at the door…I opened it, and there she was, with beautiful black long dress, silky, shining, the black hair is mixed with white or silver… she has wings, black feathers, so light… her eyes are so deep, no reflection can be seen… </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span>…hallo… </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span>…who are you?… I trembled… </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span>…well, I guess I’m at the right place then… she walked in, no sound… just passed through the door, like she was flying… breeze… not cold, not eerie… </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span>…so, I see you cried… </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span>…no I didn’t…I tried to cover myself… </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span>…Ha Ha, you know you sucks in lying, don’t you… </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span>the sign of tears were still on my cheeks, not dried… </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span>I was wordless… </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span>Silent… </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span> <p><span> </span></p> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span>The rain seemed to stop, maybe drizzling… cold wind blowing through the window slit… she was still there, sitting on my chair… I was in the bed, tears flowed down again… I can’t talk to nobody… I’m alone… </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span>…stop crying!!… </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span>…I wanted to!!… still flowing down… </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span>…I thought your guardian angel should be doing this instead of me… she sniffed… </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span>…then why are you here…face still down, my voice was breaking down… </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span>…because I just wanna see how sarcastic you are… she smirked… </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span>I felt worse… </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span> <p><span> </span></p> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span>He came again, doing his job to check on me… she was no longer there… but I was with tears.. still… I couldn’t stop it… it’s like a water fall, kept on coming down… </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span>…stop being so immature…he said, with tone of disgust… </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span>My heart broke… what did you said?… </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span>… stop being a baby, stop crying… soft again, but more like toneless… </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span>I was outraged… I can’t believe you just said that… </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span>The fire burning in me… you know who I am, and how strong I have been to hold myself together, to be independent… and you are saying I am immature?!… if only you are mature enough to see beyond the surface, to understand my feeling, my reason, my situation, and my conditions that make me cry… I never cry simply and you know that… </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span>… ya, whatever… </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span>He was gone again… </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span> <p><span> </span></p> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span>…how sad…she smirked, at a corner in the dark… </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span>…I know… I am sarcastic… not crying, but never been so down before… </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span>…he said that, how dare he said that… </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span>…you know what’s so sarcastic about you?… </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span>… being so stupid to keep on crying?… I thought it’s the answer… </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span>… no, being stupid to make yourself cry for things you can handle, and for a friend who makes you down… </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span>…I trusted him, I don’t wanna loose him… </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span>…being friend is about giving and receiving… suddenly, her voice was calm, with warmth… </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span>…and of understanding, of being able to give, to make you happy when you are sad, to hold you up when you are down… </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span>…I see you give, unconditionally, but there’s no return from him… </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span>… I seek no return from him, I wanted him to be glad… I opposed… </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span>…He, is your guardian angel…said she… and by only making you happier when you are happy is not his job… if he’s not able to give but only receive, then what’s a friend for… </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span> <p><span> </span></p> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span>Deep thought… he has been there, when I was sad… so long ago… now, he only shares my happiness, not my sadness… that when I needed him, he’ll turn his back on me… </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span>…everything in this world goes both ways, to go and back, to give and to get… </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span>…is it worth it to continue having him as your guardian angel, if he’s to be like that forever… </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span>…he won’t be!!!… I shouted, but my heart had a cold chill running through it… </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span>…it’s up to you… think about it… </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span> <p><span> </span></p> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span>Morning came… never knew when I fell asleep… </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span>She was there… no smirk on her face… peaceful smile… </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span>It’s been a while since I last saw such smile…somehow it gave me hope… </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span>…look, life is tough… sometimes no one will be there to give you a hand when you fall. Everyone has had their own problems to deal with… but I truly believe a good friend will stand by you, to help you whenever you need it, in anyway they can… </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span>…but, life is like a road, with all destinations marked on the signboard, but no directions…it’s you who decide where you are going to, and where you should make your turn… you might get lost, and that’s when people who are close to you, who care about you, guide you, lead you and accompany you to the right way… </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span>…at the end of the day, you are still the one to decide, whether you keep on the straight way, or turn to left or right; to make a u-turn at the dead end, or stop and wait for others to make one out of it, or create your own new road… </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span>…give yourself 5 minutes, to cry, to break down, to do whatever makes you feel better. Then get up on your feet, behold of yourself, and move on… life never stop for an incident, but that incident makes us walk a better, wiser road… </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span>No tears, no sadness, just warmth, and calm… </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span>…who are you?…softly, I asked… </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span>… just a passer by, who shared the same feelings before… </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span>I was confused… </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span>…I just don’t want you to fall apart… like I did… </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span>She was gone… </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span>…wait… </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span> <p><span> </span></p> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span>Woke up, I sat in the bed… </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span>At the corner, lied a black feather… </span></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7440262051766002799-5797425805117582115?l=alexaries025.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>~fall3n ang3l~http://www.blogger.com/profile/16603354915316998325noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7440262051766002799.post-1864392321101351122008-10-06T01:39:00.000+04:002008-10-06T01:59:32.853+04:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nOEr_1UgdKw/SOk34R5oFWI/AAAAAAAAAA8/KUD3EgH_Z-s/s1600-h/dark_angel1.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nOEr_1UgdKw/SOk34R5oFWI/AAAAAAAAAA8/KUD3EgH_Z-s/s400/dark_angel1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253791880321701218" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div class="entry"> <p>there’s no way back, no going back… the onli way to go is keep running…</p> <p>pulse raising, cold sweat coming out, he didn’t know wat to do…</p> <p>keep running…. tat’s what his heart told him to…</p> <p>everything starts to dim down all of a sudden, no sound, no wind, not even when he’s running, nothing… he felt the tension, the peace….no.. not peace… it’s fake one, no one except himself knew, this is closer to the end now..</p> <p>someone cried….. loud, like an explosion in his ear….</p> <p>AAAAAAHHHHHHH~~~~~…… he never noticed he’s screaming, out of the pain…</p> <p>hot stream dripping down from his head….</p> <p>red…warm, sucking every single breath out of his body, he’s loosing it…</p> <p>no….please….. let me go… please… he begged..</p> <p>when u sold your soul to me, it’s the end for you….. he heard the death saying this, in the coldest tone, it’s like chills, creeping into his bone…</p> <p>you will not go to hell, but u will not enter the heaven, you’ll be wandering here, like the others, chased down by your fear, anger, jealousy, hatred…. you’ll never be reborn,you’ll never get to see the light anymore…. welcome to my kingdom…. the world, of no ending…</p> <p>the demon was getting close…. no…no…… NOOOOOOOOOOOO…..</p> <p>….heart beating again… was it beating, he never knew… but he could feel the pulse again…. and the pain of the monstrous bite on him…. he could never die…. not anymore….</p> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7440262051766002799-186439232110135112?l=alexaries025.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>~fall3n ang3l~http://www.blogger.com/profile/16603354915316998325noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7440262051766002799.post-29299187017446432132008-10-05T02:38:00.000+04:002008-10-05T04:13:06.008+04:00this is a song, i would like to share with everyone.<br />it's a song, about one stranger, coming to a different place, pursuing her dream<br />despite all the doubts, hesitation, fear, and anxiety.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">in 2003, i came to moscow, pursuing my dream<br />of becoming a doctor.<br />i'm half way thru, and i'm glad, that when the choice came to me,<br />i said, <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">yes.<span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><br />and thus,<br />i become who i am now..<br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nOEr_1UgdKw/SOgATV8fe2I/AAAAAAAAAA0/bu4YSs39ds4/s1600-h/QuizGuardianAngel.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nOEr_1UgdKw/SOgATV8fe2I/AAAAAAAAAA0/bu4YSs39ds4/s400/QuizGuardianAngel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253449297636064098" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">1999</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">(for listening to the song, click <a href="http://alexaries025.multiply.com/music/item/35/penny_dai_-_1999">here</a></span>)<br /><pre><span style="font-size:85%;">词:戴佩妮曲:戴佩妮<br /><br />1999那年将要毕业之际我做了一个决定<br />决定要带着我的guitar到很远的地方去<br />朋友听到这个消息之后都纷纷做出回应<br />不断的给我鼓励<br />给我提醒<br />给我追逐的勇气<br />他们说虽然我的个性太过直率<br />太过任性<br />又不懂得掩饰情绪<br />容易就伤了和气<br />但是梦想若能成真是件很快乐的事情<br />应该别顾虑太多<br />去跨越自己<br /></span><span style=";font-family:Georgia,serif;font-size:85%;" ><br /></span></pre><span style="font-size:85%;">goodbye my angel <br />(goodbye my angel)<br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"> 再见了天使的心<br />( goodbye to the heart of the angel)<br /> 我和我未知的梦要离开这里<br />( my unknown dream and i, are leaving here)<br />goodbye my angel<br />( goodbye my angel)<br /> 再 见了天使的心 <br />( goodbye to the heart of the angel)<br />我会带着一个答案回来这里 <br />(i will come back here again, with the answer i sought.)<br /></span><pre><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />就在离家不久之后我的妈妈生了一场大病<br />但他们却企图隐瞒我<br />不让我担心<br />每次打电话回家的时候我妈妈总是哭泣<br />别的通通一字不提<br />只叫我多照顾自己<br />她说我一个人在外别总是粗心大意<br />记得别挨饿<br />记得休息别累坏自己<br />还说记得天气变冷时<br />多加件外衣<br />若想家的时候<br />就放声哭泣<br /><br />goodbye my angel<br />再见了天使的心<br />我和我未知的梦要离开这里<br />goodbye my angel<br />再见了天使的心<br />我会带着一个答案回来这里<br />回来这里19991999回到那里</span><br /><br /></pre><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">口白: recite:<br />在1999年的时候<br /> in 1999<br />我第一次带着那么多的行李离开我生长的地方<br /> for the very first time, i brought along so many luggage with me,<br /> leaving the place i've grown up in<br />还记得要飞的那一天并没有很多的朋友来送我 <br />there weren't alot of people to send me off<br />因为我不喜欢送别的场面 <br />since i didn't like the scene of departure<br />也承受不了那种很舍不得的目光 <br />&amp; i can't stand the feeling of unwillingness<br />当飞机起飞的那一瞬间 <br />when the flight took off<br />我心里有一种很深很深的感觉 <br />i felt such a profound feeling<br />感觉就像我离开了我的天堂 <br />feeling like, i left my heaven<br />离开了守护着我的天使 <br />i left my angel, who has been guarding me<br />而家就是天堂<br /> and home, is heaven<br />你们就是我的天使 <br />you all, are my angels<br />谢谢你们<br /> thank you<br />不管未来的路是怎样<br /> no matter how the future will be<br />那一年有你们的支持 <br />that year, i have had your support<br />我想我是幸运的 <br />i think, i'm a lucky one~~</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7440262051766002799-2929918701744643213?l=alexaries025.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>~fall3n ang3l~http://www.blogger.com/profile/16603354915316998325noreply@blogger.com0