tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31780980551410896362024-03-21T16:31:54.957+01:00Getting it off my chestUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger209125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3178098055141089636.post-29715022382605676222018-12-06T22:59:00.001+01:002021-02-11T23:15:23.701+01:00I'm a fool for you <p dir="ltr"><u><a href="http://music.youtube.com/watch?v=-R61rLBsGhY">http</a></u><a href="http://music.youtube.com/watch?v=-R61rLBsGhY">://music.youtube.com/watch?v=-</a><a href="http://music.youtube.com/watch?v=-R61rLBsGhY"><u>R61rLBsGhY</u></a></p>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3178098055141089636.post-73752411983655962892018-12-04T01:33:00.002+01:002021-02-11T23:15:23.750+01:00XistI'm alive. I'm well. I'm happy.<br />
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Je ne fume plus<br />
Je ne rêve plus<br />
Je n'ai même plus d'histoire<br />
Je suis sale sans toi<br />
Je suis laide sans toi<br />
Comme une orpheline dans un dortoir<br />
Je n'ai plus envie<br />
De vivre ma vie<br />
Ma vie cesse quand tu pars<br />
Je n'ai plus de vie<br />
Et même mon lit<br />
Se transforme en quai de gare<br />
Quand tu t'en vas<br />
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Je suis malade<br />
Complètement malade<br />
Comme quand ma mère sortait le soir<br />
Me laissant seul avec mon désespoir<br />
Je suis malade<br />
Complètement malade<br />
J'arrive on ne sait jamais quand<br />
Tu pars on ne sait jamais où<br />
Et ça va faire bientôt deux ans<br />
Que tu t'en fous<br />
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Comme à un rocher<br />
Comme à un péché<br />
Je suis accroché à toi<br />
Je suis fatiguée, je suis épuisée<br />
De faire semblant d'être heureuse<br />
Quand ils sont là<br />
Je bois toutes les nuits<br />
Et tous les whiskys<br />
Pour moi ont le même goût<br />
Et tous les bateaux<br />
Portent ton drapeau<br />
Je ne sais plus où aller tu es partout<br />
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Je suis malade<br />
Complètement malade<br />
Je verse mon sang dans ton corps<br />
Et je suis comme un oiseau mort<br />
Quand toi tu dors<br />
Je suis malade<br />
Parfaitement malade<br />
Tu m'as privée de tous mes chants<br />
Tu m'as vidée de tous mes mots<br />
Pourtant moi j'avais du talent<br />
Avant ta peau<br />
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Cet amour me tue<br />
Si ça continue<br />
Je crèverai seule avec moi<br />
Près de ma radio<br />
Comme un gosse idiot<br />
Écoutant ma propre voix qui chantera<br />
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Je suis malade<br />
Complètement malade<br />
Comme quand ma mère sortait le soir<br />
Et qu'elle me laissait seule avec mon désespoir<br />
Je suis malade<br />
C'est ça<br />
Je suis malade<br />
Tu m'as privée de tous mes chants<br />
Tu m'as vidée de tous mes mots<br />
Et j'ai le coeur complètement malade<br />
Cerné de barricades<br />
T'endends<br />
Je suis malade</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3178098055141089636.post-34487515683065437792015-01-24T02:49:00.000+01:002021-02-11T23:15:23.771+01:00Solitude<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: #433c33; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.0169143676758px;">Von Gefühlen getrieben</span><br style="color: #433c33; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.0182161331177px;" /><span style="color: #433c33; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.0169143676758px;">Die sonst keiner hat</span><br style="color: #433c33; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.0182161331177px;" /><span style="color: #433c33; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.0169143676758px;">Ist es schwierig zu lieben</span><br style="color: #433c33; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.0182161331177px;" /><span style="color: #433c33; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.0169143676758px;">Das dünne Eis ist auch glatt</span><br style="color: #433c33; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.0182161331177px;" /><span style="color: #433c33; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.0169143676758px;">Ich kenn diese Stelle</span><br style="color: #433c33; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.0182161331177px;" /><span style="color: #433c33; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.0169143676758px;">Ich war da selbst schon</span><br style="color: #433c33; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.0182161331177px;" /><span style="color: #433c33; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.0169143676758px;">Du siehst deine Felle</span><br style="color: #433c33; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.0182161331177px;" /><span style="color: #433c33; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.0169143676758px;">Doch sie schwimmen davon</span><br style="color: #433c33; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.0182161331177px;" /><span style="color: #433c33; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.0169143676758px;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="color: #433c33; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.0169143676758px;">Vielleicht hilft es ein bisschen</span><br style="color: #433c33; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.0182161331177px;" /><span style="color: #433c33; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.0169143676758px;">Dort wo du gerade bist</span><br style="color: #433c33; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.0182161331177px;" /><span style="color: #433c33; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.0169143676758px;">Zu hören und zu wissen</span><br style="color: #433c33; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.0182161331177px;" /><span style="color: #433c33; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.0169143676758px;">Dass ich weiss, wie es ist</span><br style="color: #433c33; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.0182161331177px;" /><span style="color: #433c33; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.0169143676758px;">Ich spreche von Herzen</span><br style="color: #433c33; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.0182161331177px;" /><span style="color: #433c33; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.0169143676758px;">Glaub mir ich seh</span><br style="color: #433c33; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.0182161331177px;" /><span style="color: #433c33; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.0169143676758px;">Das Leid und die Schmerzen</span><br style="color: #433c33; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.0182161331177px;" /><span style="color: #433c33; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.0169143676758px;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="color: #433c33; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.0169143676758px;">Allein und verlassen</span><br style="color: #433c33; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.0182161331177px;" /><span style="color: #433c33; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.0169143676758px;">Vom Rest dieser Welt</span><br style="color: #433c33; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.0182161331177px;" /><span style="color: #433c33; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.0169143676758px;">Beginnt man zu hassen</span><br style="color: #433c33; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.0182161331177px;" /><span style="color: #433c33; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.0169143676758px;">Was die Seele entstellt</span><br style="color: #433c33; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.0182161331177px;" /><span style="color: #433c33; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.0169143676758px;">Ich sing diese Zeilen</span><br style="color: #433c33; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.0182161331177px;" /><span style="color: #433c33; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.0169143676758px;">Um ein Trost zu sein</span><br style="color: #433c33; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.0182161331177px;" /><span style="color: #433c33; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.0169143676758px;">Vielleicht helfen sie einem</span><br style="color: #433c33; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.0182161331177px;" /><span style="color: #433c33; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.0169143676758px;">Nicht loszuschreien</span></div>
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<span style="color: #433c33; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.0169143676758px;">Vielleicht hilft es ein bisschen</span><br style="color: #433c33; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.0182161331177px;" /><span style="color: #433c33; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.0169143676758px;">Dort wo du gerade bist</span><br style="color: #433c33; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.0182161331177px;" /><span style="color: #433c33; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.0169143676758px;">Zu hören und zu wissen</span><br style="color: #433c33; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.0182161331177px;" /><span style="color: #433c33; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.0169143676758px;">Dass ich weiss, wie es ist</span><br style="color: #433c33; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.0182161331177px;" /><span style="color: #433c33; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.0169143676758px;">Ich spreche von Herzen</span><br style="color: #433c33; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.0182161331177px;" /><span style="color: #433c33; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.0169143676758px;">Glaub mir ich seh</span><br style="color: #433c33; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.0182161331177px;" /><span style="color: #433c33; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.0169143676758px;">Das Leid und die Schmerzen</span><br style="color: #433c33; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.0182161331177px;" /><span style="color: #433c33; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.0169143676758px;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="color: #433c33; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.0169143676758px;">Verdammt und verraten</span><br style="color: #433c33; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.0182161331177px;" /><span style="color: #433c33; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.0169143676758px;">Verloren und verkauft</span><br style="color: #433c33; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.0182161331177px;" /><span style="color: #433c33; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.0169143676758px;">Kann man lange darauf warten</span><br style="color: #433c33; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.0182161331177px;" /><span style="color: #433c33; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.0169143676758px;">Doch der Schmerz hört nicht auf</span><br style="color: #433c33; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.0182161331177px;" /><span style="color: #433c33; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.0169143676758px;">Das von Kränkung durchbohrte</span><br style="color: #433c33; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.0182161331177px;" /><span style="color: #433c33; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.0169143676758px;">Herz erstickt an der Last</span><br style="color: #433c33; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.0182161331177px;" /><span style="color: #433c33; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.0169143676758px;">Vielleicht geben meine Worte</span><br style="color: #433c33; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.0182161331177px;" /><span style="color: #433c33; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.0169143676758px;">dir ein wenig mehr Kraft</span></div>
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<span style="color: #433c33; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.0169143676758px;">Vielleicht hilft es ein bisschen</span><br style="color: #433c33; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.0182161331177px;" /><span style="color: #433c33; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.0169143676758px;">Dort wo du gerade bist</span><br style="color: #433c33; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.0182161331177px;" /><span style="color: #433c33; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.0169143676758px;">Zu hören und zu wissen</span><br style="color: #433c33; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.0182161331177px;" /><span style="color: #433c33; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.0169143676758px;">Dass ich weiss, wie es ist</span><br style="color: #433c33; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.0182161331177px;" /><span style="color: #433c33; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.0169143676758px;">Ich spreche von Herzen</span><br style="color: #433c33; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.0182161331177px;" /><span style="color: #433c33; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.0169143676758px;">Glaub mir ich seh</span><br style="color: #433c33; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.0182161331177px;" /><span style="color: #433c33; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.0169143676758px;">Das Leid und die Schmerzen</span><br style="color: #433c33; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.0182161331177px;" /><span style="color: #433c33; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.0169143676758px;"><br /></span></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3178098055141089636.post-40167251908359459232015-01-22T15:16:00.005+01:002021-02-11T23:15:23.783+01:00You Are My Sister<iframe allowtransparency="true" frameborder="0" height="380" src="https://embed.spotify.com/?uri=spotify:track:2GoBTwO8gFH4epqpqX3arr" width="300"></iframe><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: proxnov-reg, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;">You are my sister, we were born</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: proxnov-reg, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: proxnov-reg, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;">So innocent, so full of need</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: proxnov-reg, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: proxnov-reg, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;">There were times we were friends but times I was so cruel</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: proxnov-reg, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: proxnov-reg, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;">Each night I'd ask for you to watch me as I sleep</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: proxnov-reg, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: proxnov-reg, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;">I was so afraid of the night</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: proxnov-reg, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: proxnov-reg, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;">You seemed to move through the places that I feared</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: proxnov-reg, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: proxnov-reg, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;">You lived inside my world so softly</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: proxnov-reg, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: proxnov-reg, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;">Protected only by the kindness of your nature</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: proxnov-reg, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: proxnov-reg, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"><br /></span><br />
<b><span style="background-color: white; font-family: proxnov-reg, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;">You are my sister</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: proxnov-reg, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: proxnov-reg, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;">And I love you</span></b><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: proxnov-reg, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"><b>May all of your dreams come true</b></span><br />
<b><br style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: proxnov-reg, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;" /></b><span style="background-color: white; font-family: proxnov-reg, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;">We felt so differently then</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: proxnov-reg, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: proxnov-reg, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;">So similar over the years</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: proxnov-reg, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: proxnov-reg, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;">The way we laugh the way we experience pain</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: proxnov-reg, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: proxnov-reg, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;">So many memories</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: proxnov-reg, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: proxnov-reg, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;">But theres nothing left to gain from remembering</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: proxnov-reg, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: proxnov-reg, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;">Faces and worlds that no one else will ever know</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: proxnov-reg, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: proxnov-reg, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: proxnov-reg, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;">You are my sister</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: proxnov-reg, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: proxnov-reg, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;">And I love you</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: proxnov-reg, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: proxnov-reg, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;">May all of your dreams come true</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: proxnov-reg, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: proxnov-reg, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"><b>I want this for you</b></span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: proxnov-reg, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: proxnov-reg, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;">They're gonna come true (gonna come true)</span><span style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: proxnov-reg, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3178098055141089636.post-30812001474311557682015-01-18T14:41:00.002+01:002021-02-11T23:15:23.793+01:00toaster<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3178098055141089636.post-38344209042546201232015-01-09T13:08:00.001+01:002021-02-11T23:15:23.816+01:00"Thinking Out Loud"<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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When your legs don't work like they used to before<br />
And I can't sweep you off of your feet<br />
Will your mouth still remember the taste of my love?<br />
Will your eyes still smile from your cheeks?<br />
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And, darling, <b>I will be loving you 'til we're 70</b><br />
And, baby, <b>my heart could still fall as hard at 23</b><br />
<b>And I'm thinking 'bout how people fall in love in mysterious ways</b><br />
Maybe just the touch of a hand<br />
Well, me—I fall in love with you every single day<br />
<b>And I just wanna tell you I am</b><br />
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So honey now<br />
<b>Take me into your loving arms</b><br />
Kiss me under the light of a thousand stars<br />
<b>Place your head on my beating heart</b><br />
I'm thinking out loud<br />
That maybe we found love right where we are<br />
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When my hair's all but gone and my memory fades<br />
And the crowds don't remember my name<br />
When my hands don't play the strings the same way<br />
I know you will still love me the same<br />
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'Cause honey your soul could never grow old, it's evergreen<br />
And, baby, <b>your smile's forever in my mind and memory</b><br />
I'm thinking 'bout how people fall in love in mysterious ways<br />
Maybe it's all part of a plan<br />
Well,<b> I'll just keep on making the same mistakes</b><br />
<b>Hoping that you'll understand</b><br />
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But, baby, now<br />
Take me into your loving arms<br />
Kiss me under the light of a thousand stars<br />
Place your head on my beating heart<br />
Thinking out loud<br />
That maybe we found love right where we are<br />
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So, baby, now<br />
<b>Take me into your loving arms</b><br />
Kiss me under the light of a thousand stars<br />
Oh, darling, <b>place your head on my beating heart</b><br />
I'm thinking out loud<br />
That maybe we found love right where we are<br />
Oh, baby, we found love right where we are<br />
And we found love right where we are</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3178098055141089636.post-35477551563320624292014-06-06T18:37:00.000+02:002021-02-11T23:15:23.827+01:00time...I have so many things to talk about and so little time to do it.<br />
Priority is a word I learned to understand in the last two weeks.<br />
Setting priorities means that you don't have the time to care for the less important things in your life.<br />
The question is, are there less important things in life? what does 'less important' mean? if it is not that important then why care about it at all? why not drop it completely?<br />
So there is no 'less important thing'... either it's there or it's not. Why put a priority on it?<br />
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Time...<br />
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I neglected a lot of things in the past few weeks.<br />
One and foremost my best of bestest friend, soulmate, partner in crime, greatest German basketball player since Nowitzki: Dominik, which I only came to talk to in school, during basketball practice and the one or two phone calls a day usually before going to sleep.<br />
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Time...<br />
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I haven't posted anything in here for a while although I have tons of things to tell... like this concert I have been to a week before last Friday, my surprise birthday party last Tuesday night, the presents I got from my mother last Wednesday, the present I got from Dominik and the present I got from Adam+Dominik. The fairy tale like date I had yesterday with my boyfriend. TONS of things to tell you guys about.<br />
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Time...<br />
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I also haven't talked to some of my online friends lately... like Sarah, I don't know how she is doing. Whenever I get the chance to come online she isn't there.<br />
Lucas being another one... I miss them all. Lucas is getting ready for a trip from summer-hot New Zealand to winter-cold Europe very soon and I would like to know more about the things he has planned... maybe he'll come to Germany and we can meet.<br />
So far I only promised him a good hot cup of coffee and a hug. I want to see if he just looks like a teddybear or if he also feels like one :o)<br />
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I promised Ellie aka theatre4evergirl to be on MSN to finally talk to her after writing messages and leaving comments on eachother's cahnnels for the last two months. Hell I don't even know how our adopted kitten HUGO is doing.<br />
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Time...<br />
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And my family... mostly my mom. I had to promise her something this morning at the breakfast table. The only present she wants for christmas is the present of time. Time to spend with me. Time for us to go to the movies... to have dinner in a nice restaurant... to talk.<br />
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Time is important. Make time for... give time to... and spend time with your loved ones.<br />
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Time...<br />
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This blog took me 30 minutes to write. And another 10 minutes to search for the appropriate music I want to post along with.<br />
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Dreams, that's where I have to go to see your beautiful face, anymore<br />
I stare at a picture of you and listen to the radio <br />
Hope, hope there's a conversation where we both admit we had it good but<br />
until then it's alienation, I know, that much is understood<br />
<b>And I realize</b><br />
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If you ask me how I'm doin I would say I'm doin just fine<br />
I would lie and say that you're not on my mind<br />
But I go out and I sit down at a table set for two <br />
and finally I'm forced to face the truth<br />
No matter what I say,<b> I'm not over you</b><br />
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Not over you<br />
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Damn, damn damn you do it well<br />
And I thought you were innocent<br />
<b>You took this heart and put it through hell<br />But still you're magnificent</b><br />I'm a boomerang doesn't matter how you throw me<br />
Turn around and I'm back in the game<br />
Even better than the old me<br />
But I'm not even close without you<br />
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If you ask me how I'm doin I would say I'm doin just fine<br />
I would lie and say that you're not on my mind<br />
But I go out and I sit down at a table set for two <br />
and finally <b>I'm forced to face the truth</b>.<br />
No matter what I say, <b>I'm not over you</b><br />
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And if I had the chance to renew<br />
You know there isn't a thing I wouldn't do<br />
I could get back on the right track<br />
But only if you'd be convinced<br />
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So until then<br />
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If you ask me how I'm doin I would say I'm doin just fine<br />
I would lie and say that you're not on my mind<br />
But I go out and I sit down at a table set for two <br />
and finally I'm forced to face the truth<br />
No matter what I say, I'm not over you<br />
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Not over you<br />
Not over you<br />
Not over youUnknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3178098055141089636.post-23210449225022927962012-08-28T08:15:00.001+02:002021-02-11T23:15:23.864+01:00Friends half around the world<br />
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My heart is filled with euphoria and happiness because I can feel my friend's love for his boyfriend. I don't know Andrew yet but I'm sure Steve will introduce us some day. Thank you for making him so happy, Andrew :o)<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3178098055141089636.post-84262057472492564182012-08-22T20:14:00.003+02:002021-02-11T23:15:23.874+01:00AWESOME waterfall<iframe allowfullscreen="allowfullscreen" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/QSUDWRtBxFA" width="560"></iframe>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3178098055141089636.post-86639058373486317772012-07-05T10:16:00.001+02:002021-02-11T23:15:23.886+01:00AdorablenessI haven't blogged in a long time. Mainly it's because I don't have much to get off of my chest. Any problems I have I either discuss with my boyfriend or if it is about my boyfriend I talk to my friends.<br />
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I'm glad to see that the first little resentments towards Greggy are vanishing. At first my friends were angry at me and at him. Because we are spending so much time with each other. They said he was hogging me.<br />
And it is true, I do spend less time on twitter and I haven't blogged in a while and I spend a lot of time with him.<br />
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But isn't it the purpose of life to do what makes you happy? He makes me happy. Way happier than being on twitter and feeding my ego by telling the world about the things I have done and fishing for attention and compliments. I don't need that anymore.<br />
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It's because he is giving me what I need. Happiness. Laughter. Fun.<br />
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and the feeling you get when you see a puppy or a baby or something really sad or something very emotional. He gives me the feeling of being overwhelmed by whatever it is I am feeling for him. Sometimes he is so adorable, I just want to eat him up. Seriously. He should be happy there are 1000km between the two of us. He would be in danger of getting his cheeks bitten.<br />
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I love him. And yesterday I wanted to express that love through the moon. Because it was a clear night I could see the full moon. I was talking to him on skype at that moment and I asked him if he could look outside and if he could see the moon too.<br />
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[04.07.2012 23:45:54] Nic: can you look out the window?<br />[04.07.2012 23:45:58] Nic: do you see the moon?<br />[04.07.2012 23:46:02] Greggy: okey love<br />[04.07.2012 23:46:03] Greggy: <3<br />[04.07.2012 23:46:52] Greggy: honey I cant see the moon but I can pretend I do<br />[04.07.2012 23:46:58] Greggy: if u have something to say<br />[04.07.2012 23:47:00] Nic: no no<br />[04.07.2012 23:47:05] Greggy: <3<br />[04.07.2012 23:47:08] Nic: it's ok<br />[04.07.2012 23:47:14] Nic: it's a full moon<br />[04.07.2012 23:47:14]
Greggy: mwah tell me love <3<br />[04.07.2012 23:47:20] Greggy: meaning?<br />[04.07.2012 23:47:24] Nic: nothing<br />[04.07.2012 23:47:33] Nic: I wanted us to look at it at the same time<br />[04.07.2012 23:47:50]
Greggy: I love you<br />[04.07.2012 23:47:51]
Greggy: I'm sorry<br />[04.07.2012 23:47:51]
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[04.07.2012 23:48:45] Greggy: honey..do you see your windows logo on the bottom left?<br />[04.07.2012 23:48:53] Greggy: imagine it's our moon<br />[04.07.2012 23:48:56] Greggy: lets look at it together<br />[04.07.2012 23:48:59] Greggy: now<br />[04.07.2012 23:49:00] Greggy: :D<br />[04.07.2012 23:49:07] Greggy: mwah</blockquote>
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I rest my case. I like twitter and my friends. And I like spending time with them occasionally. But seriously... I mean, SERIOUSLY... Do you understand it now?<br />
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He makes me so happy with the smallest things.<br />
You have to see his smile... oh his smile <3<br />
I can picture him smiling when he took that picture.<br />
It makes it that more special.<br />
I love him<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3178098055141089636.post-34022491771492167142012-04-02T21:54:00.001+02:002021-02-11T23:15:23.907+01:00YOU and I are like honey and bears<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/RKCVYKzLsjs?rel=0" width="560"></iframe><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;">Lyrics</span><br style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;">Hi</span><br style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;">Boy you just caught my eye</span><br style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;">thought I should give it try</span><br style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;">and get your name & your number</span><br style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;">go grab some lunch & eat cucumbers</span><br style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;">WHY, DID I SAY THAT? </span><br style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;">I don't know why. </span><br style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;">But you're smilin' & it's something' i like </span><br style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;">on your face, yeah it suits you</span><br style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;">boy we connect like we have bluetooth</span><br style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;" /><br style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;">i don't know why</span><br style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;">I'm drawn to you </span><br style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;">Could you be the other one so we'd equal two?</span><br style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;">and this is all based on a lucky chance</span><br style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;">that you would rather add then subtract</span><br style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;" /><br style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;">You & I</span><br style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;">could be like sonny & cher</span><br style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;">honey & bears</span><br style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;">You & I </span><br style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;">could be like aladdin & jasmine</span><br style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;">lets make it happen</span><br style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;" /><br style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;">La La's</span><br style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;" /><br style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;">Hey</span><br style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;">How've you been?</span><br style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;">I know that it's been awhile. </span><br style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;">Are you tired cause you've been on my mind</span><br style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;">runnin' thousand & thousands of miles</span><br style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;">Sorry, I know that line's outta style</span><br style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;">but you</span><br style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;">you look so beautiful on this starry night</span><br style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;">loving the way the moonlight catches your eyes & your smile</span><br style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;">i'm captivated</span><br style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;">your beauty is timeless never outdated</span><br style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;" /><br style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;">i don't know why</span><br style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;">I'm drawn to you </span><br style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;">Could you be the other one so we'd equal two?</span><br style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;">and this is all based on a lucky chance</span><br style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;">that you would rather add then subtract</span><br style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;" /><br style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;">babe</span><br style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;">its been 6 months since that special day</span><br style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;">when I asked you on our first date</span><br style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;">i guess it's safe to say</span><br style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;" /><br style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;">Let me say</span><br style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;">you look beautiful on our wedding day</span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3178098055141089636.post-70763380271335703722012-03-28T20:39:00.003+02:002021-02-11T23:15:23.918+01:00Playing dirtyEvery good relationship has it's ups and downs... the more you care for someone, the more intense and passionate a fight will be. However there should be rules... clear rules for fighting with your boyfriend.<br />
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I had a huge misunderstanding over something of high importance to me with Greggy and I was really really mad at him. This one was big and he knew he had screwed up so he kept on apologizing and wanting to talk to me about it when all I wanted was to be left alone and be angry. I needed to calm down and he was clearly not helping with his continuous attempts of getting to talk. Be it twitter DMs, skype, iphone messages or email.<br />
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BTW, I would like to make clear that only this time he screwed up. Usually it is me who does something stupid, But he can't stay mad at me for long... because... let's face it... I'm adorable ;)<br />
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Anyways... I was mad... really mad and I was trying to talk to someone else on skype while he kept on calling and it was getting hard to ignore him and I was so mad that I was afraid if I had taken his call I would have said really bad stuff that I would regret later.<br />
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So... eventually he stopped... for a whole 10 minutes... then he tried a new strategy... HE PLAYED DIRTY.<br />
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Out of the blue he sent me a link... I could see it was a youtube link... and my curiosity got the best of me and I had to click it. And what do I see?<br />
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(btw I renamed his skype to Honeybunny... I love him)<br />
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Honeybunny: I am trying...<br />
Honeybunny: you say its not enough...<br />
Honeybunny: I love you<br />
Honeybunny: <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0put0_a--Ng">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0put0_a--Ng</a><br />
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YES... ADELE... He posted a link to ADELE. "Make You Feel My Love"<br />
what a cheap shot... he knows I am a big sucker for Adele.<br />
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How can I stay mad at him when he does that? So I replied:<br />
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Nic: let me be mad at you<br />
Nic: i need to let the anger out<br />
Honeybunny: why waste a minute of happiness with maddnes...its pointless<br />
Honeybunny: let it out on me<br />
Honeybunny: yell it out<br />
Honeybunny: scream at me<br />
Honeybunny: bite me<br />
Honeybunny: just hug me in the end<br />
Honeybunny: and tell me everything is gonna be alright<br />
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So... since I was still talking to my friend and trying not to think about the fight, I told him to stop writing me.<br />
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Nic: stop writing<br />
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And then,.ladies and gentlemen... here the game got really dirty... it was HUGE....<br />
He left for 7 minutes then sent me a recorded memo on iMessage<br />
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Honeybunny: i imessaged you<br />
Honeybunny: i sent you a memo since I can't write<br />
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OMG HOW ADORABLE IS THAT?<br />
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SERIOUSLY?<br />
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OMG!!!<br />
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It took me a lot of self convincing to not give in and stay angry to make my point...<br />
The next day we talked and after spending some time away from him with my friends Alex and Domi and getting drunk.... oh wait... need to tell you guys about that.<br />
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yeah... the whole afternoon Domi was actually giving me advice on how to make things work with Greggy... and since I was drunk and Alex's mom took my car keys, it was Domi who drove me when Greggy asked me to come home and talk to him.<br />
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When I arrived home, the alcohol I had consumed earlier was doing it's work and I was very tired.<br />
I managed to log in on skype while being in bed and I only talked to him in a very sleepy and soft voice.<br />
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"I love you Greggy. All is fine. I love you. Mwah... goodnight"<br />
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He was adorable. He IS adorable. I hate when we fight. I feel so bad being forced to be a dick to him. Just to make my point that my feelings are hurt. There must be a better way... I'm working on it. That's how relationships (and we as human beings) grow, right?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3178098055141089636.post-35156944752266156842012-02-19T11:31:00.000+01:002021-02-11T23:15:23.929+01:00There is no one like you<iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8iaZnM56Pac?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br><br>
I can do just friendsUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3178098055141089636.post-60266406142302448932012-02-09T23:19:00.001+01:002021-02-11T23:15:23.939+01:00Fourteen<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Fourteen years have passed.<br />
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My tears have dried.<br />
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You are the same, you haven't changed.<br />
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Still my hero, my light, my guide.<br />
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I love you,<br />
your sonUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3178098055141089636.post-10990590567326985632012-02-03T14:52:00.001+01:002021-02-11T23:15:23.948+01:00It's time - Part 2<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;">We became friends... I shared a lot of my thoughts with him about my breakup with Domi and what I was going through. Within a few months he had become someone I started to trust and someone I really liked. </span><br />
<span style="color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;">I was very interested in his culture... even started learning a bit of Slovene.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;">I used to do silly things like going to google translator and type whole tweets in there and have wacky translations which I tweeted to him.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;">Part 2</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;">At that time I was 18 and he was 15... "waaaay too young" I thought to myself and fought any possible thought or feeling from developing into something more than a friendship.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;">"Internet relationship? That's crazy, that will never work. You don't want that, Nic" I said to myself over and over again. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;">In the meantime he didn't stop being adorable and cute and sweet and lovely. We kept on talking every day. He quickly tweeted himself into my friend's hearts. Everybody likes him. </span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;">In September, for his 16th birthday I wanted to do something special for him. I just sent out some direct messages to people who knew him and were friends with him and asked them if they wanted to contribute to his birthday present.</span></span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"> I was extremely surprised by the response and especially the quality of responses I received. It was awesome... I was soo soo soo happy...</span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;">It was HIS birthday present but I was the one who was as happy as a small child who gets candy. It was such an amazing thing to see the love that he received. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;">Finally, a short time after his birthday, our friend James drove all the way from Birmingham to London to give him his present with a very nice birthday card. Grega was there on a 3-day school trip. He was so happy... James said he kept on saying thank you, thank you, thank you, all the time... </span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;">I am so jealous that James got to witness that moment. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">Finally in October... actually on the 2nd... that's right... FOUR MONTHS AGO :), he and I were talking about us, our friendship and our feelings. He said: "Nic... DTR... define the relationship"... I couldn't hold back... I kept on lying to myself and thinking I had my feelings under control. But I couldn't fight it any longer... I said "I guess... we are... boyfriends?!" still a bit unsure...</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">That's all he needed to hear... he made it a big big big thing and didn't even give me the chance to paddle back or to rethink my choice of wording things.... hahahaha... he was amazing... he made us happen... all him... and I am so happy that he blew this up... kept me calling his boyfriend and how much he loved me. </span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">Oh Greggy, how much I love you.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">I thought about us a lot... we had some very serious talks. We are also very silly and planning our future... talking about how we would live together, where we would work, how our children would be like, that he will be called Daddy while they would call me Papa :) </span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">I told him we should adopt cos I will not ruin my figure ;)</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">We even went on the IKEA website and looked at furniture for our future home.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">I KNOW... WE ARE SILLY.... BUT WE ARE IN LOVE :o)</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">yesterday we celebrated our 4 month anniversary... he is very sweet. He makes me happy.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">He makes me happy.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">He makes me happy.</span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3178098055141089636.post-38139707680574160692012-02-02T23:20:00.001+01:002021-02-11T23:15:23.957+01:004 months of happiness<a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-P4Az5NgwJYE/TysMMKrWESI/AAAAAAAAAdg/IF24uYJ5Zrs/s640/blogger-image-1295263745.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-P4Az5NgwJYE/TysMMKrWESI/AAAAAAAAAdg/IF24uYJ5Zrs/s640/blogger-image-1295263745.jpg" /></a>I love my boyfriend. He makes me so happy. Today is our 4th monthyversary :)<br />
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I hope he doesn't mind me posting our private conversation. But I have to show you guys how cute and sweet he is:<br />
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(I sent him a Christmas package and it contained one of those key-chain LED mini flashlights)<br />
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today he wrote<br />
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[23:07:14] Grega: you are a part of my life<br />
[23:07:24] Grega: anywhere i go<br />
[23:07:28] Grega: you are with me<br />
[23:07:30] Grega: thank you for that<br />
[23:07:33] Grega: and the light<br />
[23:07:36] Grega: i always turn it on<br />
[23:07:40] Grega: when i miss you<br />
[23:07:47] Grega: its the way of showing you are with me<br />
[23:07:52] Grega: the light you sent me<br />
[23:07:53] Grega: i have it on my keys<br />
[23:07:56] Grega: always in my pocket<br />
[23:08:02] Grega: and i light it up few times a day<br />
[23:08:24] Grega: people do it for me...cuz they want to see it..and i am so happy..when they do..i say..look...they are giving me nicky :D<br />
[23:08:35] Grega: i light up my mouth..and you kiss me<br />
[23:08:41] Grega: i light up my eyes..and you look at my eyes<br />
[23:08:47] Grega: its my lucky charm now<br />
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GOD... I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!!!!!!!<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3178098055141089636.post-66476199754017554832012-01-31T17:46:00.001+01:002021-02-11T23:15:23.968+01:00It's time - Part 1<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">For a long time I have been hesitating to talk about the new love in my life. For two reasons. The first reason is that I know that Dominik is reading my blog, in fact he has posted on here himself a while back. He was out of my life for a while and around my birthday in December we started talking and giving our friendship a chance. Since then I was just trying not to "rub it in" that I am happy with a new boy in my life, that I have moved on.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The second reason is, that this blog has so many memories of AWESOME times with Domi that I just found it very hard to bring in Greggy into this. It felt like "this is DomiNic's home". I didn't want him to feel like he is being compared to Domi or that he has to do the things Domi has done.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">OMG, now that I am saying this I realize how stupid it sounds. But you know, guys... love isn't rational. Feelings aren't rational... So it's normal to think stupid things, I guess... I was just trying to be careful and not hurt anyone.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Now, after being with him for almost 4 months (on February 2nd it will be our fourmonthyversary), I know that he is assured enough that I only have feelings for him and that he means the world to me and that I am deeply deeply in love with him.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And I also know that enough time has passed (a whole year) to say that things have healed between Domi and me. That reading about Greggy will not hurt him.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The boy that is the center of my love life is an angel that doesn't live in my country. I have met him on twitter. On May 7 2011 he started following me and just sent me a tweet asking to follow him back. Since I have enough straight guys in my offline life I wasn't interested in talking to straight guys on twitter, so my reply and first question was "are you gay?". haha I wasn't thinking really... later he told me that that weirded him out. His reply was "<span style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;">nope ..bisexual .. Why does this have to define ..(I am not English so my English is not perfect)"</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;">After the first few tweets about Glee and how cute Chord Overstreet is, I found out that he was 15. His English was amazing for a 15 year old. I know that cos I am tutoring a 14 year old :) </span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;">Anyways... we started talking more and more to each other. The topics had more depth and we talked about how you shouldn't trust people on the internet.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;">We became friends... I shared a lot of my thoughts with him about my breakup with Domi and what I was going through. Within a few months he had become someone I started to trust and someone I really liked. </span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;">I was very interested in his culture... even started learning a bit of Slovene.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;">I used to do silly things like going to google translator and type whole tweets in there and have wacky translations which I tweeted to him.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;">Part 2 will follow soon</span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3178098055141089636.post-13024263629139767332012-01-09T16:42:00.001+01:002021-02-11T23:15:23.980+01:00Our culture and politics vs. madness<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">The following text is part of a paper that my friend Jake from Wisconsin</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"> wrote. He had to interview someone from a different culture and he chose me. (For those who don't know, I'm 1/4 German and 3/4 American. I have the </span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">citizen-ships</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"> of both countries. I was born in LA California and currently live in Cologne/Germany.</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><br />
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>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Nic was very interested in having someone to speak to about his German heritage; he was convinced that German culture was very different in some ways from the way we live our lives in Wisconsin. He did in fact bring up several different places and ideas that had significance in moral, social, and technical ways.</div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>One of the places we talked about was his school. He recently had graduated from “Gymnasium”, which is the advanced version of high school in German education system. I was surprised to hear him describe how the education system works: “Everyone is sent to different schools after 4th grade”. The teacher recommends one of three levels for the student to go on to based on their academic performance. They are “basic”, “mid-level”, and “advanced”, or “gymnasium”. Basic level students usually go into the work force while gymnasium students usually go to university for further education. When he asked me why I found that strange, I told him that I found it unusual that his culture was able to determine how a person will go through life based on their grades prior to and including grade 4. He agreed with me, and he noted that it is a contemporary argument to move the German educational system toward a less deterministic perspective. On the other hand, he offered his social critique of our educational system, and felt that even though his system was flawed, it was the better choice overall. “After all, even though not everyone goes to university [in Germany], those that do, do not have to go into so great debt- it is mostly paid for by the government”.</div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>This conversation inevitably led to politics, which Nic was very interested in. He recently had watched the republican presidential debate and had been very confused by some of the antics of American politicians. One scene from the debate had stuck in his mind and he wanted to discuss it with me. A gay soldier, he said, had sent in a video question regarding LGBT rights in America. The audience had actually then boo’d the question before allowing the nominees to reply. He was shocked by this, and by (what he perceived as) the political platforms of Michele Bachmann and Rick Santorum that were avidly anti-gay. Living in Cologne, and being gay himself, Nic admitted to never having seen LGBT rights as a social issue. “We are not treated differently. We have [civil unions], and I have never been singled out for being gay.” When I brought up the idea that it would likely be very controversial for an “out” politician to gain prominence in our political system, he laughed at our ignorance. “What does that have to do with their politics? Our minister of foreign affairs (a position similar to secretary of state in the USA) is gay and out, and doing a good job.The mayor of Berlin was just re-elected for the 3rd time (each term is 5 years) and he is also gay and out. That they are gay is not brought up by our pundits. [The pundits] talk about real issues like debt, and what politician has the best plan; who cares if the politician is gay?” This, he felt, was a justifiable reason to feel morally and politically superior to the United States. “I know my politicians are good, and I know, [regardless] of their [political party], that they want to do good by me. We really trust our politicians.” </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>The trust Nic had in his government was something new to me. I found his, and presumably Germany's moral/political stance refreshing. Unimpressed by our own attitudes toward sexuality and the way we treat it in America, his tone reflected a belief that his perspective was not just that of Germany's, but of a universal truth that cried out from inside each of us.<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<br /><br /><i>posted with Jake's permission</i></div>
<br class="Apple-interchange-newline" />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3178098055141089636.post-23720297786077251572011-12-07T00:57:00.001+01:002021-02-11T23:15:23.992+01:00I understand......do you understand it too?
I'm thinking of you again. Please, watch over me and guide me. I need you...
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Hope there's someone
Who'll take care of me
When I die, will I go
Hope there's someone
Who'll set my heart free
Nice to hold when I'm tired
There's a ghost on the horizon
When I go to bed
How can I fall asleep at night
How will I rest my head
Oh I'm scared of the middle place
Between light and nowhere
I don't want to be the one
Left in there, left in there
There's a man on the horizon
Wish that I'd go to bed
If I fall to his feet tonight
Will allow rest my head
So here's hoping I will not drown
Or paralyze in light
And godsend I don't want to go
To the seal's watershed
Hope there's someone
Who'll take care of me
When I die, Will I go
Hope there's someone
Who'll set my heart free
Nice to hold when I'm tiredUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3178098055141089636.post-68819757179153246232011-11-30T11:04:00.001+01:002021-02-11T23:15:24.002+01:00Hei Nicky<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/JouzvWIIf9Q?rel=0" width="560"></iframe><br />
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why don't you call back?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3178098055141089636.post-52977869773897310322011-11-29T19:02:00.004+01:002021-02-11T23:15:24.014+01:00Happy Birthday Nicky<iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/mT_3pewZQvU" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" width="480"></iframe><br /><br />What's the time? Seems its already morning<br />I see the sky, its so beautiful and blue<br />The TV's on <span style="font-weight: bold;">but the only thing showing is a picture of you</span><br /><br />I get up and make myself some coffee<br />I try to read a bit but the story's too thin<br />I thank the Lord above that you're not there to see me<br />In this shape I'm in<br /><br />Spending my time<br />Watching the days go by<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Feeling so small</span><br />I stare at the wall<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Hoping that you think of me too</span><br />I'm spending my time<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I try to call but I don't know what to tell you</span><br />I leave a kiss on your answering machine<br />Oh, help me please<br />Is there someone who can make me<br />Wake up from this dream?<br /><br />Spending my time<br />Watching the days go by<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Feeling so small</span><br />I stare at the wall<br />Hoping that you are <span style="font-weight: bold;">missing me too</span><br /><br />I'm spending my time<br />Watching the sun go down<br />I fall asleep to the sound<br />Of "tears of a clown"<br />A prayer gone blind<br /><br />I'm spending my time<br /><br />My friends keep telling me:<br />Hey, life will go on<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Time will make sure I'll get over you</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">This silly game of love you play you win only to lose</span><br /><br />Spending my time<br />Watching the days go by<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Feeling so small</span><br />I stare at the wall<br />Hoping that you are <span style="font-weight: bold;">missing me too</span><br /><br /><br />Happy Birthday NickyUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0