tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41248130366170410212024-02-19T17:52:30.895-08:00Leenleenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14495655463410737932noreply@blogger.comBlogger62125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4124813036617041021.post-78715113067087269982014-12-02T15:21:00.005-08:002014-12-02T15:21:54.761-08:00Fault with the Stars<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Just finished watching the movie. It gave me so much courage and this is what came to my mind- It is sad to see your loved one die but to see you love slowly dying while being with the one you love, can be more painful. My first love, Maama died and I did not even want to leave the cemetery. It is painful every time I think of her and I always pray that she enters the gates of paradise. However, to know that you love a person and not feel loved and a sense of belonging is an emotional torture. Living like a zombie ignoring your feelings and keeping it in a closet where no one can see for the fear of getting more hurt and feel rejected makes me hopeless, helpless and less confident. Over and over letting the pain reside at the back of my mind to ignore being hurt had made me sort of care less about everything around me. I have gone quite strong because of it but I fear I may not feel excitememnt or sense of humour as my friends have been telling me at the lunch today. They said they want the old me back.Tonight I feel another twist is going to take place. the only candle that lights my darkness is leaving on fourth ... I am going to read her card for me, over and over again," To my Leenmom, I will miss you but don't worry I will come back soon". I wish and pray that her words are gonna be true. She is the only love in my life. I may not be her mother but I love her like my own. She is the daughter I never got the chance to have. He has deprived me of being a mother for two years. stolen the motherhood but I pray and hope that as the clock keeps ticking and I keep growing old and taking medicines to balance my growth hormone every morning that I do not lose hope. I wish that I could leave my mark behind. </div>
leenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14495655463410737932noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4124813036617041021.post-26220502344754139792014-11-20T11:03:00.002-08:002014-11-20T11:04:10.942-08:00My Dua <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Bismillah<br />With tears running down my cheeks I pray to you God! Please bless me with a child. Fill my life with happiness and joy of looking after my off-springs. Give me the privilege and the pleasure of holding tiny hands and teaching them how to walk.. how to talk ... follow our religion and love you dear God! Almighty Allah. I can be any man's servant ..i can sacrifice all my needs just bless me with tiny bundles of joy.</div>
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This was posted by me about five years back. I still feel the same. Being married for two years and being deprived of being a mother is very cruel. I have stopped asking Allah but I know I should not stop. Every time I see pregnant ladies, children all around me and my cousins I feel like touching my tummy n feeling a bulge. I must have done something very wrong to deserve this life. Raising a child as if she is my daughter gives happiness but I wish i get to give care and love the same way to a child of my blood. Feeling drained and helpless... feeling like crying ..close my eyes n shut the world .. Donno to whom I should express my feelings.</div>
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leenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14495655463410737932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4124813036617041021.post-48741099655670463852011-12-01T12:34:00.000-08:002011-12-01T12:35:13.870-08:00Rafeef Ziadah - 'We teach life, sir', London, 12.11.11<iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/aKucPh9xHtM" allowfullscreen="" width="560" frameborder="0" height="315"></iframe>leenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14495655463410737932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4124813036617041021.post-35531241190191118432011-12-01T12:32:00.000-08:002011-12-01T12:33:21.018-08:00Rafeef Ziadah - 'Shades of anger', London, 12.11.11<iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/m2vFJE93LTI" allowfullscreen="" width="560" frameborder="0" height="315"></iframe>leenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14495655463410737932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4124813036617041021.post-68112707868606063792011-12-01T09:18:00.000-08:002011-12-01T09:59:03.724-08:00Emptiness<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-C083KlVvbRzE0X6XPPaGO5isQCrEaHmnkU8UB4_c1-yPt3war-5KiXMgdPdgo_1ljfIpTkKA0UjdrwId0fH9Bncy994uuY5X-n_L2KYnyoMoMC6Oa4aXEqYXzLniAT9dGCz3T5l0mWQo/s1600/2929577110_c54f07459e.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-C083KlVvbRzE0X6XPPaGO5isQCrEaHmnkU8UB4_c1-yPt3war-5KiXMgdPdgo_1ljfIpTkKA0UjdrwId0fH9Bncy994uuY5X-n_L2KYnyoMoMC6Oa4aXEqYXzLniAT9dGCz3T5l0mWQo/s320/2929577110_c54f07459e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681220741596829330" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Just another night of feeling emptiness. Life seems frozen yet each passing day makes me grow older. I feel that life 10 years ago was still almost the same. When friend's pictures with family are posted in Facebook I see that they are moving on with life in great speed. I am helpless. I feel extremely deprived. I have never felt this much emptiness ever before. Staying in Malaysia has taught me more about my family and self. I realize that I have to strive to achieve things in life without support from family or anyone. When we leave the world we leave it alone and the deeds are tested of only ours alone. Not my parents or anyone. Just me alone. So it is all between me and God. Oh Almighty Allah may I have the courage to be content with what you bestow upon me. Ameen ;(<br /></div>leenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14495655463410737932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4124813036617041021.post-38910998342362890202011-11-24T04:00:00.000-08:002011-11-24T04:01:22.729-08:00Rolling in the Deep<iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/rYEDA3JcQqw" allowfullscreen="" width="560" frameborder="0" height="315"></iframe>leenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14495655463410737932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4124813036617041021.post-75228776581959898112011-11-24T01:51:00.000-08:002011-11-24T04:38:21.448-08:00Your Voice<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoNjRbRgSSZLQ6UHStsG1nScJWIzUfE3wtA4zqMbtq16gXOJ4Qf5A3sgLQyuKAu-YlBQc6NPV88JaMz6iR4TyzrDjBdttgd1OTISGnQ45-no8qUYNkIg8CJceH9L2XEKZft9Zz4jFLKyPB/s1600/drown.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 265px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoNjRbRgSSZLQ6UHStsG1nScJWIzUfE3wtA4zqMbtq16gXOJ4Qf5A3sgLQyuKAu-YlBQc6NPV88JaMz6iR4TyzrDjBdttgd1OTISGnQ45-no8qUYNkIg8CJceH9L2XEKZft9Zz4jFLKyPB/s320/drown.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678507813014534258" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:130%;">You can make my day with that deep voice</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">There is nothing I want to hear early in the mornings</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Not the chirping of the birds and the singing</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">But it is your voice that whispers in my ears which brings a smile</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">What? What ? What are you saying? All I am doing is listening to it</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Just the voice, not what you are saying,. It's like music</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I don't need a guitar, a piano, a saxophone or any instrument</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I can drown in the depth of that voice alone, just keep talking to me</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">~By Leen to the one who spoke to me last night ..m eager to hear your voice again</span></div>leenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14495655463410737932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4124813036617041021.post-32571786913290193332011-11-22T01:48:00.000-08:002011-11-22T01:49:25.964-08:00<iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/hLQl3WQQoQ0" allowfullscreen="" width="560" frameborder="0" height="315"></iframe>leenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14495655463410737932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4124813036617041021.post-89342350470232779172011-11-15T12:47:00.000-08:002011-11-15T12:53:28.884-08:00Your Eyes<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_UjvCcp4HDRwVlpJV4wkiCyFsiNO-s-PuKLOrP87-0G3-1cVddkZva4zoB92TGOtbamAgOjZSM3ezrwNEQKfsnNeRNZ62wEHcWazNcWQ553POxv5htCHpHYYUGwFh49tUacMxSaVWi-jq/s1600/12583923439c3s4HA.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_UjvCcp4HDRwVlpJV4wkiCyFsiNO-s-PuKLOrP87-0G3-1cVddkZva4zoB92TGOtbamAgOjZSM3ezrwNEQKfsnNeRNZ62wEHcWazNcWQ553POxv5htCHpHYYUGwFh49tUacMxSaVWi-jq/s320/12583923439c3s4HA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675327888123957474" border="0" /></a><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">I wish to see your eyes like how I wish for stars on a stormy night</span></p><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"> </div><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">I feel happiness when among the clouds a sprinkle so tiny appears</span></p><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"> </div><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">I felt the same emotion tonight as I saw your eyes for a few seconds</span></p><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"> </div><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">I could bury myself in the depth of it and feel the unfathomable passion</span></p><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"> </div><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">As it looks into my closing eyes and my open lips swollen with desire</span></p><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"> </div><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">Those lovely eyes which just send a sheer pleasure as those undress me</span></p><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"> </div><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">My body dances to its tunes, it sways, it shivers, it begs for mercy</span></p><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"> </div><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">Your eyes could do so much to me that no other can ever do</span></p><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"> </div><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">I love u<br /></span></p><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"> </div><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">By Leena (Poodle)</span></p><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"> </div><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">After skyping with you last night and just seeing you tonight there for a few seconds made me write ..:)</span></p>leenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14495655463410737932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4124813036617041021.post-47400268971172458462011-10-27T09:40:00.001-07:002011-10-27T09:40:35.881-07:00<iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/t8rScDquxFQ" allowfullscreen="" width="420" frameborder="0" height="315"></iframe>leenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14495655463410737932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4124813036617041021.post-89332991156799153522011-10-27T09:28:00.000-07:002011-10-27T09:29:25.235-07:00Mariah Carey - We Belong Together Lyrics<iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/0habxsuXW4g" allowfullscreen="" width="560" frameborder="0" height="315"></iframe><br />I didn't mean it when I said I didn't love you so<br />I should've held on tight, I never should've let you go<br />I didn't know nothing, I was stupid, I was foolish<br />I was lying to myself<br /><br />I could not fathom I would ever be without your love<br />Never imagined I'd be sitting here beside myself<br />'Cause I didn't know you, 'cause I didn't know me<br />But I thought I knew everything<br />I never felt<br /><br />The feeling that I'm feeling now that I don't hear your voice<br />Or have your touch and kiss your lips 'cause I don't have a choice<br />Oh, what I wouldn't give to have you lying by my side<br />Right here, 'cause baby<br />(We belong together)<br /><br />When you left I lost a part of me (Together)<br />It's still so hard to believe<br />(Come back, come back)<br />Come back baby, please<br />(Come back, come back)<br />'Cause we belong together<br /><br />Who else am I gon' lean on when times get rough (Ooooooh yeah)<br />Who's gonna talk to me on the phone till the sun comes up (Oooooh yeah)<br />Who's gonna take your place, there ain't nobody better (Oooooooh yeah)<br />Oh, baby baby, we belong together<br /><br />I can't sleep at night when you are on my mind<br />Bobby Womack's on the radio saying to me:<br />"If you think you're lonely now"<br />Wait a minute this is too deep (too deep)<br />I gotta change the station so I turn the dial<br />Trying to catch a break and then I hear Babyface<br />I only think of you and it's breaking my heart<br />I'm trying to keep it together but I'm falling apart<br /><br />I'm feeling all out of my element<br />I'm throwing things, crying<br />Trying to figure out where the hell I went wrong<br />The pain inflicted in this song ain't even half of what I'm feeling inside<br />I need you, need you back in my life, baby<br />(We belong together)<br /><br />When you left I lost a part of me (Together)<br />It's still so hard to believe<br />(Come back, come back)<br />Come back baby, please<br />(Come back, come back)<br />'Cause we belong together<br /><br />Who else am I gon' lean on when times get rough (Ooooooh yeah)<br />Who's gonna talk to me on the phone till the sun comes up (Oooooh yeah)<br />Who's gonna take your place, there ain't nobody better (Oooooooh yeah)<br />Oh, baby baby, we belong together baby! (We belong together)<br /><br />When you left I lost a part of me (Together)<br />(Oooooooh yeah)<br />It's still so hard to believe<br />(Come back, come back)<br />Come back baby, please (Oooooooh yeah)<br />(Come back, come back)<br />'Cause we belong together<br /><br />Who else am I gon' lean on when times get rough (Ooooooh yeah)<br />Who's gonna talk to me till the sun comes up (Ooooooh yeah)<br />Who's gonna take your place, there ain't nobody better (Oooooooh yeah)<br />Oh, baby baby, we belong together!<br /><br />Ooooooh yeah<br />Ooooooh yeah<br />Ooooooh yeah<br />We belong together<div style="overflow: hidden; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; border: medium none;"><br /><br /></div>leenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14495655463410737932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4124813036617041021.post-27731807585424816142011-10-27T09:10:00.000-07:002011-10-27T09:12:10.201-07:00<iframe 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Janem<p><em>Bibi sanam janem, anaar-e-sisstanem</em></p><p>My love, you are like the sweet pomegranate of Sistan</p><p> <em>Ba darwazae tajh quran jayee sanam janem</em></p><p>Your being borders on the divine, my love</p><p> <em>Bibi sanam janem, anaar-e-sisstanem</em><em> Bibi sanam janem, anaar-e-sisstanem</em></p><p>My love, you are like the sweet pomegranate of Sistan</p><p> <em>Ba darwazae tajh quran jayee sanam janem</em><em> Ba darwazae tajh quran jayee sanam janem</em></p><p>Your being borders on the divine, my love</p><p> <em>Kassi harfe dile maa ra nadaanist</em></p><p>What I feel for you, no one is privy to it</p><p> <em>Bibi sanam janem, anaar-e-sisstanem</em></p><p>My love, you are like the sweet pomegranate of Sistan</p><p> <em>Bahaaie mahafele maa ra nadaanist</em></p><p>No one can fathom the depths or value this love</p><p> <em>Bibi sanam janem, anaar-e-sisstanem</em></p><p>My love, you are like the sweet pomegranate of Sistan</p><p> <em>Ba joz tofaan kassi dar shehr-e-ghurbat</em></p><p>The wild storms crashing down on strange, distant cities</p><p> <em>Bibi sanam janem, anaar-e-sisstanem</em></p><p>My love, you are like the sweet pomegranate of Sistan</p><p> <em>Nishaan-e mahafel-e maa ra nadaanist</em></p><p>Only they know the true worth of our love</p><p> <em>Bibi sanam janem, anaar-e-sisstan</em><em><p>Bibi sanam janem, anaar-e-sisstanem</p>Bibi sanam janem, anaar-e-sisstanem</em></p><p>My love, you are like the sweet pomegranate of Sistan</p><p> <em>Ba darwazae tajh quran jayee sanam janem</em><em> Ba darwazae tajh quran jayee sanam janem</em></p><p>Your being borders on the divine, my love</p><p> <em>Na mekhawahm ke be taabat bebinom</em></p><p>Not ever would I want you to be sad</p><p> <em>Bibi sanam janem, anaar-e-sisstanem</em></p><p>My love, you are like the sweet pomegranate of Sistan</p><p> <em>Dilam khwahad ke shadaab att bebinam</em>,</p><p>All I ever need is that you be happy and content</p><p><em> Bibi sanam janem, anaar-e-sisstanem</em></p><p>My love, you are like the sweet pomegranate of Sistan</p><p> <em>Nadeedam man ba bedaari rukhat ra</em></p><p>Even if all the flowers in the world wilt and wither away</p><p> <em>Bibi sanam janem, anaar-e-sisstanem</em></p><p>My love, you are like the sweet pomegranate of Sistan</p><p> <em>Magar hamchu pari khwaabat bebinom</em></p><p>That love I have for you in my heart will not fade</p><p> <em>Bibi sanam janem, anaar-e-sisstanem</em><em><p>Bibi sanam janem, anaar-e-sisstanem</p>Bibi sanam janem, anaar-e-sisstanem</em></p><p>My love, you are like the sweet pomegranate of Sistan</p><p> <em>Ba darwazae tajh quran jayee sanam janem</em><em> Ba darwazae tajh quran jayee sanam janem</em></p><p>Your being borders on the divine, my love</p><p> <em>Dil-e-naazok tar az andisha darum</em></p><p>What my heart feels is far mellower than my thoughts</p><p> <em>Bibi sanam janem, anaar-e-sisstanem</em></p><p>My love, you are like the sweet pomegranate of Sistan</p><p> <em>Hawaie mottadel chun re sha darum</em></p><p>There will never be a moment when I won’t yearn for you</p><p> <em>Bibi sanam janem, anaar-e-sisstanem</em></p><p> <em>Hama gul hai e aalaam barge e khoshkad</em></p><p>Bibi, believe me, your love is deeply rooted in my heart</p><p> <em>Bibi sanam janem, anaar-e-sisstanem</em><em><p> Tu dar baagh e kheialem reesha dary</p></em></p><p>Even if all the flowers in the world wither….</p><p> <em>Bibi sanam janem, anaar-e-sisstanem</em><em><p>Bibi sanam janem, anaar-e-sisstanem</p><p>Bibi sanam janem, anaar-e-sisstanem</p><p>Ba darwazae tajh quran jayee sanam janem</p>Ba darwazae tajh quran jayee sanam janem<p> </p><p>Bibi sanam janem, anaar-e-sisstanem</p><p>Bibi sanam janem, anaar-e-sisstanem</p><p>Bibi sanam janem, anaar-e-sisstanem</p>Bibi sanam janem, anaar-e-sisstanem<p> </p>Ba darwazae tajh quran jayee sanam janem</em></p><p>My love, you are like the sweet pomegranate of Sistan</p><iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/kksSpCqM1No" allowfullscreen="" width="560" frameborder="0" height="315"></iframe><p><br /></p><p> </p>leenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14495655463410737932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4124813036617041021.post-70876719017089588532011-05-17T15:43:00.000-07:002011-05-17T15:45:38.335-07:00Places will always remain for you<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhucdOqYDT0szHBN5VoeguC08o8KK5AGrn650PLlXccSNnoIIUoDPuFX71C72NkSgSNUvYD9TRhNZp7MgtB0XfbITT97Nti3Ljp3dO3DyiHZenR-LwiNUQFpx4oL_tDKYqCxsXAckydbE6Z/s1600/pintin.PNG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhucdOqYDT0szHBN5VoeguC08o8KK5AGrn650PLlXccSNnoIIUoDPuFX71C72NkSgSNUvYD9TRhNZp7MgtB0XfbITT97Nti3Ljp3dO3DyiHZenR-LwiNUQFpx4oL_tDKYqCxsXAckydbE6Z/s320/pintin.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607819897752406754" border="0" /></a><br />....But there’s a kind of permanence that’s deeply comforting when it comes to falling in love with places. Places, unlike people, don’t move. They’re always there. They never leave. You can wander, stray and set out for new uncharted paths your whole life, but where you’ve been geographically will always be there for you to return to whenever you turn back around. It’s a wonderful notion. ~ letters2soulmate<p>I miss being in one place, a place i wouldn't wanna go without my friends who were with me back then .... sometimes time n situation is also important when being in places n being there without them wont be the same ..it will bring memories of good times and the feel of regret cos time and circumstances have brought a distance to our lives.~leena</p><p><br /></p>leenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14495655463410737932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4124813036617041021.post-14240432712434800992011-05-17T15:38:00.000-07:002011-05-17T15:40:58.108-07:00Simple Gestures<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_yUkI3GpDdmqHQe6MJgVVcxcBlwJlRoalZP-2MrjqTkKJIS5EF6pngGGkoEkxXHUj_JN98kVwNCoPGxnWPkV1b7uIjjeqNEhVOerynSKJaAqNjGvVoGWmQSlZMmrFBTTrvIZBl8slX4dT/s1600/couple%252Ckiss%252Clove%252Crain%252Clegs%252Cblack%252Cwhite-f4fb9bc4dcd681c3eec5e0410502972f_h.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 274px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_yUkI3GpDdmqHQe6MJgVVcxcBlwJlRoalZP-2MrjqTkKJIS5EF6pngGGkoEkxXHUj_JN98kVwNCoPGxnWPkV1b7uIjjeqNEhVOerynSKJaAqNjGvVoGWmQSlZMmrFBTTrvIZBl8slX4dT/s320/couple%252Ckiss%252Clove%252Crain%252Clegs%252Cblack%252Cwhite-f4fb9bc4dcd681c3eec5e0410502972f_h.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607818637950320786" border="0" /></a><br /><div class="mbl notesBlogText clearfix"><div><p>From my experiences in love, I have always felt that the most simple and unexpected gestures are always the most meaningful. Recall that feeling of finding one another’s gaze across a crowded room and smiling. Or when, in the middle of the night, you feel their hand pull yours closer toward them to rest it on their chest. Or even when they unexpectedly put their arms around you from behind as you read the mail in the kitchen.~letters2soulmate</p><p>If all these gestures say " i love you" ... i know that u really love me :)</p><p><br /></p></div></div>leenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14495655463410737932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4124813036617041021.post-52115175122108637122011-05-17T15:22:00.000-07:002011-05-17T15:37:10.997-07:00I know<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi-eadekePqfsZ3j5A6R-n4UKPwlSZC1a9ejpiTi8eP153OMhqx1No9Hg_0h_Hn_8ieb6xXsTcvZWWOZkGXyjwJBm5hTV60RZ84lBSfKlIfd1VS-ZdgeIlVu7ytjfTE7gfUhniuHca31IY/s1600/Couple+in+the+rain%252C+no.+6++8+X+10++oil+on+paper.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi-eadekePqfsZ3j5A6R-n4UKPwlSZC1a9ejpiTi8eP153OMhqx1No9Hg_0h_Hn_8ieb6xXsTcvZWWOZkGXyjwJBm5hTV60RZ84lBSfKlIfd1VS-ZdgeIlVu7ytjfTE7gfUhniuHca31IY/s320/Couple+in+the+rain%252C+no.+6++8+X+10++oil+on+paper.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607817758218322082" border="0" /></a><br /><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{"type":"msg"}"><span class="messageBody"><br /></span></h6><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{"type":"msg"}"><span class="messageBody"><span style="font-size:180%;">I know I don't have space under your umbrella ..don't worry I'm happy in the rain :) ~Leena (Leensmile)</span></span></h6>leenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14495655463410737932noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4124813036617041021.post-5387476155017093262011-02-06T14:51:00.000-08:002011-02-06T14:57:42.634-08:00DISRESPECT<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "><span class="sqq" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(0, 51, 153); text-decoration: underline; "><b>“<a class="sqq" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/there_is_always_something_to_do-there_are_hungry/148852.html" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(0, 51, 153); text-decoration: underline; ">There is always something to do. There are hungry people to feed, naked people to clothe, sick people to comfort and make well. And while I don't expect you to save the world I do think it's not asking too much for you to love those with whom you sleep, share the happiness of those whom you call friend, engage those among you who are visionary and remove from your live those who offer you depression, despair and disrespect.</a>”</b></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "><span class="sqq" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(0, 51, 153); text-decoration: underline; "><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "><span class="sqq" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(0, 51, 153); text-decoration: underline; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "> <a class="sqa" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotes/nikki_giovanni/" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(0, 51, 153); ">Nikki Giovanni quotes</a><span class="sqb" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(151, 151, 151); "> </span></span></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "><span class="sqq" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(0, 51, 153); text-decoration: underline; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "><span class="sqb" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(151, 151, 151); "><br /></span></span></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "><span class="sqq" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(0, 51, 153); text-decoration: underline; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "><span class="sqb" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(151, 151, 151); "><br /></span></span></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "><span class="sqq" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(0, 51, 153); text-decoration: underline; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "><span class="sqq" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(0, 51, 153); text-decoration: underline; ">“<a class="sqq" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/throughout_life_people_will_make_you_mad/9522.html" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(0, 51, 153); text-decoration: none; ">Throughout life people will make you mad, <b>disrespect</b> you and treat you bad. Let God deal with the things they do, cause hate in your heart will consume you too.</a>”</span></span></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "><span class="sqq" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(0, 51, 153); text-decoration: underline; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "><span class="sqq" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(0, 51, 153); text-decoration: underline; "><br /></span></span></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "><span class="sqq" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(0, 51, 153); text-decoration: underline; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "><span class="sqq" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(0, 51, 153); text-decoration: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "><a class="sqa" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotes/will_smith/" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(0, 51, 153); ">Will Smith quotes</a></span></span></span></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "><span class="sqq" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(0, 51, 153); text-decoration: underline; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "><span class="sqq" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(0, 51, 153); text-decoration: underline; "><br /></span></span></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "><span class="sqq" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(0, 51, 153); text-decoration: underline; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "><span class="sqq" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(0, 51, 153); text-decoration: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "><table cellspacing="0" width="100%" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin-top: 5px; "><tbody><tr><td colspan="2" class="sqtdq" style="background-color: rgb(237, 241, 247); padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 5px; "><span class="sqq" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(0, 51, 153); text-decoration: none; ">“<a class="sqq" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/i-ve_got_a_good_man-he_takes_care_of_me-i_don-t/226554.html" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(0, 51, 153); text-decoration: none; ">I've got a good man. He takes care of me. I don't have to be scared of anything because I know he will kick every ass... <b>disrespect</b> him and you've got a problem.</a>”</span></td></tr><tr><td colspan="2"><p style="padding-top: 3px; "><img align="middle" width="11" height="9" src="http://thinkexist.com/i/sq/as5.gif" title="Author Popularity 10/10" alt="" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /> <a class="sqa" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotes/whitney_houston/" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(0, 51, 153); ">Whitney Houston quotes</a></p><p style="padding-top: 3px; "><table cellspacing="0" width="100%" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin-top: 5px; "><tbody><tr><td colspan="2" class="sqtdq" style="background-color: rgb(237, 241, 247); padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 5px; "><span class="sqq" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(0, 51, 153); text-decoration: underline; ">“<a class="sqq" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/a_little_rudeness_and_disrespect_can_elevate_a/332382.html" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(0, 51, 153); text-decoration: underline; ">A little rudeness and <b>disrespect</b> can elevate a meaningless interaction to a battle of wills and add drama to an otherwise dull day.</a>”</span></td></tr><tr><td colspan="2"><p style="padding-top: 3px; "><img align="middle" width="11" height="9" src="http://thinkexist.com/i/sq/as4.gif" title="Author Popularity 8/10" alt="" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /> <a class="sqa" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotes/bill_watterson/" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(0, 51, 153); ">Bill Watterson quotes</a><span class="sqb" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(151, 151, 151); "> </span></p></td></tr></tbody></table></p><p style="padding-top: 3px; "><br /></p></td></tr></tbody></table></span></span></span></b></span></span></div>leenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14495655463410737932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4124813036617041021.post-30568009812654018782011-01-01T00:42:00.000-08:002011-01-01T00:47:55.903-08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAPAYnNdhIee8nDRB0_r8D0lh68sG3I1N3iwv5zm_ZHy8gvE6TAh4hpo38jWr5gHBoeJoiE9pLEN47aUpbUGO8FUbvNT92MAE7JMHxE6FWBLPfvYHP5wz_FFmkZWyLzzTpPqh2fPufuVul/s1600/hearhava.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557135676693091090" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAPAYnNdhIee8nDRB0_r8D0lh68sG3I1N3iwv5zm_ZHy8gvE6TAh4hpo38jWr5gHBoeJoiE9pLEN47aUpbUGO8FUbvNT92MAE7JMHxE6FWBLPfvYHP5wz_FFmkZWyLzzTpPqh2fPufuVul/s320/hearhava.jpg" /></a> TO THE LOVE OF MY LIFE 2011<br />You don't exist in my life anymore but you will exist in my heart 4 ever . I love You <3<br />Hard to believe that starting from today I will not share my life with you :(<br />I can only pray and that is my only hope.<br />Happy new year loabzz !! i will miss u like craizzzzyyyyyleenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14495655463410737932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4124813036617041021.post-33076128116485917342011-01-01T00:29:00.000-08:002011-01-01T00:40:10.172-08:00THE BRIDGE<span style="color:#006600;">"I wish this bridge would lead me to you<br />Connect us together anytime<br />So, I could run across when I miss you<br />Run into your protective arms around mine<br /><br />I want you to realize and remember<br />Though this is small, it symbolizes our bond<br />We are united and will be together forever<br />Insha Allah live as one as life goes on<br /><br />Love, cant bear the thought of your departure<br />Feeling of abandonment will again torture<br />Alas can understand the downs and pressure<br />Hence, love is divine and a true adventure<br /><br />This bridge, I’ve built for us to cross<br />As the moon, lights my path to you<br />When I feel lonely In the dark and lost<br />I Want to lie beside you,<br />forever and ever Till eternity" </span>leenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14495655463410737932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4124813036617041021.post-91707751102068251522010-12-28T10:39:00.000-08:002010-12-28T10:51:55.644-08:00THE DEMANDS OF LOVE<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyN9ut6R4AkxGi10nt7fk2Jlfc72RVSy8_IqjxCXNi4oXuv6swL1uTF7ExYtjaG-KdK7tEC6Xe-4Yf_t8O8Perk19zOhJxY5H7r76ysBKdmvkC7zgqYpxFdUiZyaWGtVDUlvgfg3s87GX7/s1600/ring.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 187px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555807695396173202" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyN9ut6R4AkxGi10nt7fk2Jlfc72RVSy8_IqjxCXNi4oXuv6swL1uTF7ExYtjaG-KdK7tEC6Xe-4Yf_t8O8Perk19zOhJxY5H7r76ysBKdmvkC7zgqYpxFdUiZyaWGtVDUlvgfg3s87GX7/s320/ring.jpg" /></a><br /><div>Some people insist that marriage is a fifty fifty proposition. This has an equitable ring to it. But true love is much more exacting. It requires that both partners give 100 percent to the relationship, 100 percent of the time it's not enought to come halfway. Each person must be willing to give all. That may sound daunting, but it is the example of the wiser people who who gave their power, status and earthly life for those loved by them. Not because they deserve it but it was the choice of the one who gives all. Give to each other not because we deserve it, but it is a secret to a truly worthy love.</div>leenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14495655463410737932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4124813036617041021.post-3046940468084493132010-12-27T03:52:00.000-08:002010-12-27T10:36:07.607-08:00<object width="640" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QGJuMBdaqIw?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QGJuMBdaqIw?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="520" height="385"></embed></object>leenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14495655463410737932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4124813036617041021.post-28411203479480182382010-12-14T13:26:00.000-08:002010-12-14T13:51:17.669-08:00WHAT HURTS the MOST : CASCADA<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC1T9S21QkCv-5yKNZcWLOonI6V4X1513yeFXu4HRYsrTixtRyDMumaTz3f6jS-YCFlV9cedkFDupzfoC0dCMvzql72lgDw1qoQQPmyFfGhcupTdvxljYyGc7KBvlBamw6QaV5es9yGlPX/s1600/blog_Apple.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550653427771094434" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC1T9S21QkCv-5yKNZcWLOonI6V4X1513yeFXu4HRYsrTixtRyDMumaTz3f6jS-YCFlV9cedkFDupzfoC0dCMvzql72lgDw1qoQQPmyFfGhcupTdvxljYyGc7KBvlBamw6QaV5es9yGlPX/s320/blog_Apple.jpg" /></a><br /><span style="color:#006600;"><strong>I can take the rain on the roof of this empty house, that don't bother me<br />I can take a few tears now and then and just let them out<br />I'm not afraid to cry<br />Every once in a while even though goin on with you gone still upsets me<br />There are days<br />Every now and again I pretend i'm okay but that's not what gets me<br /><br />What hurts the most, was being so close<br />And having so much to say<br />And watchin you walk away<br />Never knowing, what could have been<br />And not seein that lovin you<br />Is what I was tryin to do<br /><br />It's hard to deal with the pain of losing you everywhere I go<br />But i'm doin it<br />It's hard to force that smile when I see our old friends and i'm alone<br />Still harder gettin up, gettin dressed, livin with this regret<br />But I know if I could do it over<br />I would trade, give away all the words that I saved in my heart that I left unspoken<br /><br />What hurts the most, is being so close<br />And having so much to say<br />And watchin you walk away<br />Never knowing, what could have been<br />And not seein that lovin you<br />Is what I was tryin to do<br /><br />I'm not afraid to cry<br />Every once in a while even though goin on with you gone still upsets me<br />There are days<br />Every now and again I pretend i'm okay but that's not what gets me<br /><br />What hurts the most, is being so close<br />And having so much to say<br />And watchin you walk away<br />Never knowing, what could have been<br />And not seein that lovin you<br />Is what I was tryin to do<br /><br />What hurts the most, is being so close<br />And having so much to say<br />And watchin you walk away<br />Never knowing, what could have been<br />And not seein that lovin you<br />Is what I was tryin to do</strong></span></div>leenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14495655463410737932noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4124813036617041021.post-14125509566377714802010-10-15T01:42:00.000-07:002010-10-15T01:44:40.276-07:00Letting Go<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ9tJa2NkqWKFJiZQRnjl3524zcgCQfv7-Uf1NhLLm2mhytRaGYYMGTL2PpSAcCal5Qf4CobO2jAdL0jr1VjfYkzhfo9mljqFoHJHjv6zO8X_gzCE_WHffZoawGm4kXevuABSL47kgDe3a/s1600/images.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 183px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ9tJa2NkqWKFJiZQRnjl3524zcgCQfv7-Uf1NhLLm2mhytRaGYYMGTL2PpSAcCal5Qf4CobO2jAdL0jr1VjfYkzhfo9mljqFoHJHjv6zO8X_gzCE_WHffZoawGm4kXevuABSL47kgDe3a/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528190983933936882" /></a><br /><br /><br />for two years i was holding ur hand and moving towards a destination that both of us wanted.<br /><br />In the midst of our journey ..my direction towards the destination changed and so did urs ....<br /><br />we had to let go of each other ..now im heading towards my destination<br /><br />i'm looking back and i can see u goin far far away down the path.<br /><br />my hands reached for you but..<br /><br />u didnt look back, ur head held high you moved forward.<br /><br />i turned , looked ahead and with my head held high stepped my foot forward.<br /><br />each step is taking me further away.<br /><br />i am closing my eyes shut.. i'm not goin to cry<br /><br />my chest hurts as if it had been stabbed<br /><br />still im not going to cry<br /><br />my hand still feels urs. now its empty. i tighten my fists holdin back the tears<br /><br />m not going to cry. the path is lonelier, darker without u in it<br /><br />m not going to cry ...i can say this many times ..only if u could see my tears streaming down my face then u will know how much i wish we could have followed the same path. the path where our journey started towards our destination<br /><br />.leenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14495655463410737932noreply@blogger.com0