tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27338057246730563522024-03-13T05:54:49.872-07:00ADDYI'm in and out of all the right things.Addyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13903546178560464068noreply@blogger.comBlogger38125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733805724673056352.post-902204355974135722011-05-07T08:32:00.001-07:002011-05-07T08:32:21.022-07:00&^%$^#^$%&<p>Do people really write everything they feel about on twitter, facebook status update, tumblr, blogger or another social networking? I do. I really do. When we feel sad, disappointed, amused, bored or whatever. We usually write on those sites then we feel really good when everything explodes. Right?</p> <p>I’m now thinking, guessing. When people explode they feel about, I don’t need to ask them like “why, when, how, what” because people really put what they feel into words and it explains everything.</p> <p>Then I was wondering. Why would I let people know about what I feel? I want to explode what I feel but I won’t let people know about it. Where can I spoil what I feel about. Social networking is a bitch. There is no escape to hide everything because this fucking technology made it.</p> <p><em>“I listen to everyone. But I trust no one”.</em></p> Addyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13903546178560464068noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733805724673056352.post-26796696366191682952011-04-24T00:44:00.001-07:002011-04-24T00:44:16.027-07:00People can just shut the fuck up.<p>Despite Torres just found out how to score. Oh people....you know it’s perfect time to stop bitching at him.</p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TbPUNz80VlI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/I40xAb7FEjk/s1600-h/cats%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="cats" border="0" alt="cats" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TbPUXHD5AhI/AAAAAAAAAdU/LbJsoTyEACc/cats_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="148"></a></p> <p>It was 903 minutes since the Spanish international last found the back of the net and it had been 13 games - 734 minutes - in a Blue shirt without a goal.</p> <p>How to say? Nope. I wish I could stop smiling. Smiling and hoping that people can stop talking shit about him, bitching like they know how to play football properly. Did you just realise it wasn’t that easy? Yep, you did guys.</p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TbPUdcqlpWI/AAAAAAAAAdY/NfSz7WDvWDk/s1600-h/boss%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="boss" border="0" alt="boss" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TbPUjJZBnZI/AAAAAAAAAdc/oXyJm2h7p0w/boss_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="150"></a></p> <p>The moment when Don Carlo feels so good and stop throwing the understatement among him and Torres. Because £50 million was worth it.</p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TbPUpGM06PI/AAAAAAAAAdg/xWiLkshPMfA/s1600-h/didier-drogba-300x225%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="didier-drogba-300x225" border="0" alt="didier-drogba-300x225" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TbPUxGix2SI/AAAAAAAAAdk/YV5T69dhk6M/didier-drogba-300x225_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="180"></a></p> <p>Oh, and please. I don’t want him to leave The Mighty Chelsea.. Pretty please Drogz?</p> <p>Sincerely, Addy.</p> Addyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13903546178560464068noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733805724673056352.post-22149687023747382502011-04-22T09:01:00.001-07:002011-04-22T09:01:34.982-07:00<p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TbGmSPhxGRI/AAAAAAAAAdI/eu7SNWTbo5U/s1600-h/Untitled-1%5B5%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="Untitled-1" border="0" alt="Untitled-1" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TbGmW4PnrVI/AAAAAAAAAdM/cYfQ5Ge-Q8U/Untitled-1_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="260" height="77"></a></p> <p>You’re never gonna see inside of me.</p> Addyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13903546178560464068noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733805724673056352.post-73664467860810585912011-04-22T02:28:00.001-07:002011-04-22T02:28:53.169-07:00I thank you.<p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TbFKSpnwzHI/AAAAAAAAAdA/dkB--pmqvvA/s1600-h/tumblr_lajgxbR1TU1qacahxo1_4002.png"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="tumblr_lajgxbR1TU1qacahxo1_400" border="0" alt="tumblr_lajgxbR1TU1qacahxo1_400" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TbFKUyFNgAI/AAAAAAAAAdE/kTJyLPDfxCE/tumblr_lajgxbR1TU1qacahxo1_400_thumb.png?imgmax=800" width="162" height="106"></a></p> <p><font size="5"><strong><u>JARED LETO.</u></strong></font> </p> <p>I thank you for being such an inspirational person.</p> <p>I thank you for having the coolest voice I’ve ever heard.</p> <p>I thank you for making the great music so I can sing along.</p> <p>I don’t care if you’re a jewish or not. I don’t care if you were born from a bitch’s uterus.</p> <p>Well. Another “thank you” will come if you move your ass straight to Jakarta, Indonesia.</p> Addyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13903546178560464068noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733805724673056352.post-80902581911502308412011-04-05T10:23:00.001-07:002011-04-05T10:23:04.905-07:00Things That You Probably Haven’t Known About Me.<p><u>Before people get <font color="#000000" size="4"><strong>screwed</strong></font> about the way I act, speak.</u> </p> <p><strong>FWIW</strong> (<strong>For What It’s Worth</strong>):</p> <p>1. <strong>I really am a sarcastic person. </strong></p> <p>2. <strong>Sarcasm is my 2nd language:</strong> <em>I don’t even try to offense anybody else. But it depends with you. Will you get a point of my words even my sentences? Well.</em></p> <p>3. <strong>If you got a problem with the way I laughed</strong>: <em>This is who I really am. Mine wasn’t created by something. I wasn’t forced to have a smile like this. Even I didn’t want to have the cynical smile like this thou.</em></p> <p><em>4. </em><strong>People are really brave if they sit behind the computer screen</strong>: <em>But sorry, I’m not the type of person who loves to pretend everything. I say what I wanna say, I do what I wanna do. Not going to be a selfish person. But you can just “<strong>do not give a fuck</strong>”.</em></p> <p><em></em> </p> <p><em><strong><font size="4">“Love, peace, a big smile on my face.”</font></strong></em></p> <p><strong><font size="5">A!</font></strong></p> Addyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13903546178560464068noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733805724673056352.post-92117425563088960162011-03-27T11:59:00.001-07:002011-03-27T11:59:23.661-07:00120 lá.<p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TY-IR13uFsI/AAAAAAAAAck/4UGDcqpwDSU/s1600-h/IMG_3885%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_3885" border="0" alt="IMG_3885" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TY-IaCDQVrI/AAAAAAAAAco/SaSpF_JHrCo/IMG_3885_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="185" height="171"></a></p> <p><em><font color="#666666" size="4" face="FangSong"><strong>“Hola Pibi. Sólo será mío y yo nunca voy a matar. ¿Quieres?”</strong></font></em></p> <p><em><font color="#666666" size="4" face="FangSong"><strong>“Salut Pibi. Il suffit de faire la mienne et je ne te tuer. Est-ce que tu veux?”</strong></font></em></p> <p><font size="3" face="Calibri">I guess I should stop saying the sentence above with language that you don’t understand. Mwhehehe :3</font></p> <p><font color="#a5a5a5" size="4" face="FangSong">“Have you ever <u>counted</u>, how many days <u>have we spent</u>?”</font></p> <p><font color="#a5a5a5" size="4" face="FangSong">“Have you ever <u>remembered</u>, how many shits <u>have we fixed</u>?”</font></p> <p><font color="#a5a5a5" size="4" face="FangSong">“Have you ever <u>disappointed</u> with the way I <u>acted</u>?”</font></p> <p><font color="#000000" size="3" face="Calibri">Thought, it was all just the beginning, eh?</font></p> <blockquote> <p><font color="#000000" size="3" face="Calibri">I feel bad. Really bad. Just because you were the first one who made me cry when we had a fight and I had no idea how to fix. I feel like a douchebag when I had to say something but no words could come up. </font></p> <p><font size="3" face="Calibri">Midnight-talk will always be my favourite. Random question and also every answer that could make me laugh or even I’m so blessed having you as my boyfriend. </font></p> <p><font size="3" face="Calibri">You’re such a multi-function. Don’t even try to compare you with tools. But you can fucking make every scene with your point-of-view. It’s just great. You can always fill up the empty space inside of me. So thanks :-)</font></p> <p><font size="3" face="Calibri"></font> </p></blockquote> <p><font face="FangSong"><strong>DO NOT CHANGE. NEVER...</strong></font></p> <blockquote> <p><font size="3" face="Calibri">Are you guessing what the sentence at the first paragraph stands for?</font></p> <p><font size="3" face="Calibri">I’ll give you what does it mean. If you swear you’ll do it.</font></p> <p><font size="3" face="Calibri">Deal? Yes it must be.</font></p> <p><font size="4" face="FangSong"><strong><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TY-I2YyBPwI/AAAAAAAAAcs/8jVrGb55Qi8/s1600-h/IMG_3905%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_3905" border="0" alt="IMG_3905" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TY-JBDdopfI/AAAAAAAAAcw/H2fD3YOXKKk/IMG_3905_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="200" height="177"></a></strong></font></p> <p><font size="4" face="FangSong"><strong>“Hi Pibi. Just be mine and I'll never kill you. Will ya?”</strong></font></p> <p><font size="3" face="Calibri"></font> </p> <p><font size="3" face="Calibri">By the way. Happy 28. 120 days we’ve been together. <u><strong>Stay awesome</strong></u>, and<strong><u> loveable</u></strong>.</font></p> <p><font size="3" face="Calibri"><strong><em>Yours, Addy..<font color="#ff0000">♥</font></em></strong></font></p></blockquote> Addyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13903546178560464068noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733805724673056352.post-40762118133015784962011-03-23T02:04:00.001-07:002011-03-23T02:04:11.172-07:00All Time Low just released their new cover album “Dirty Work”.<p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TYm3VyLmVcI/AAAAAAAAAZM/xm52xVuVD-s/s1600-h/Dirtywork9.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" title="Dirtywork" border="0" alt="Dirtywork" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TYm3foe9E-I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Uk_HKgS37CU/Dirtywork_thumb7.jpg?imgmax=800" width="250" height="304"></a></p> <p>Well done. It doesn’t even matter where I got this one but seriously the only question that’s spinning in my mind. “can you guys just release Dirty Work faster and stop us guessing what will it be..Seriously Gaskarth?”.</p> <p>I’m not a teenage girl who loves to judge an album by it’s cover. If I did it. I’d let you to kill me or cut my ears seriously. By seeing this album artwork.. it desperately makes me guessing. </p> <p><font color="#ff0000">1. Speaking of the song called “Time Bomb” which it’s released already. It’s way more catchy instead punk that they used to play some songs.</font></p> <p><font color="#ff0000">2. Since I knew that the first single named “I Feel Like Dancin”. It made me a little sick. It’s really fucking relevant with the album artwork. So you guys knew already how to party?</font></p> <p>Here's a tip to the fans, wait to HEAR it. Understand me? Fucking HEAR it. That's what you do with music, you listen to it, not hate it because the album's cover isn't what your bratty little ass dreamed it to be. </p> Addyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13903546178560464068noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733805724673056352.post-438898447028058782011-03-12T22:46:00.001-08:002011-03-12T22:46:08.233-08:00For those of you who asking “why I’m stuck with this guy”.<p><br>I love him not because he is a heavy-sleeper or whatever you call it. Or his smile that would make every girl around him falls to the ground. Sometimes, I feel too bad with the way he shows people his “smile”. Not because I felt too deep because of it. <font size="3"><strong><em>“Wait, I did fall because of it….”.</em></strong></font></p> <p>Speaking of this guy. Sometimes, I feel so lucky. Just because I’m the only one who wakes up every morning beside of him. Not everyday thou. But these past 3 months that I’ve been through with him can really imagine what a beautiful scene it is :-)</p> <p>The most favourite part. When he falls asleep with shirtless. When he looks so tired and the only thing I want is <strong><em><font size="3">“stare at his face until he wakes up….”.</font></em></strong> I’ve been doing it…so far.</p> <p>I love the way he acted when I was mad at him and he could careless about. No texts, and he didn’t even try to call. He was just… <font size="3"><em><strong>“let-me-go”.</strong></em></font> Because he knew that <font size="3"><em><strong>“I-will-come-back-to-him”.</strong></em></font></p> <p>Because, <em>the destiny said</em> <em><font size="4"><strong>“I’m belonging to him, no matter what”</strong></font></em> already.</p> Addyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13903546178560464068noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733805724673056352.post-72667076529253658872011-03-11T10:37:00.001-08:002011-03-11T10:37:26.596-08:00Another words.<blockquote> <p><em><font color="#ff0000">Something just happened because you acted like a bitch and don’t know how to say “thanks for taking care of me all the time..”.</font></em></p></blockquote> <blockquote> <p><em><font color="#ff0000">Words that came out from your mouth were not proper. Then people started to judge you even they don’t know who you are…</font></em></p></blockquote> <blockquote> <p><em><font color="#ff0000">Your mood’s swing sometimes can ruin everything. Beware. You’re the only one who can handle everything inside yours.</font></em></p></blockquote> <p><em></em> </p> <p><em>I could really say sorry for million, even billion times. I could really do whatever you want me to do. I realise that<strong> somebody like you could really give attention for someone you love</strong>. Me either. No one knows me like you do, even every little thing that can’t be seen with everyone’s eyes. </em></p> <p><em>Everything is dedicated to you, <font color="#ff0000"><strong>F.A</strong></font>:)</em></p> Addyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13903546178560464068noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733805724673056352.post-50969080102293199582011-03-03T04:35:00.001-08:002011-03-03T04:35:55.643-08:00<p>There’s no point of being in college. When every single person tries to make a chink between each other. That’s what I got from these past months. It sucks, when every single person in the class thinks that they are really the only one. I was like, “who the hell are you?”. Well, I can’t change everything that I hate inside the people like a boss. But sometimes, the way they act seems like overrated. Distinguish. I’m not that perfect or rude. You know, right?</p> <p>In this case, I just want to be treated as well. As I treat everyone. I’m a lover, not a fighter. See a difference? I’m not complaining what I’ve been going through. Meanwhile, being a teenager is the hardest part in life. When your desire to be the perfect one, your alter-ego turns into shit around that makes people can really give a shit about it.</p> <p>Act properly. No one wants to hate you actually.</p> <p>-A!</p> Addyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13903546178560464068noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733805724673056352.post-11728098032419233312011-02-28T08:51:00.001-08:002011-02-28T08:51:04.758-08:003RD.<p><font face="Calibri"><font size="3"><em>“I know.</em> I’m <strong>complaining too much</strong> about everything in my life”. </font></font></p> <p><font face="Calibri"><font size="3"><em>“I know.</em> I’m such <strong>an unstable girl</strong> who loves to talk about shits around”. </font></font></p> <p><font face="Calibri"><font size="3"><em>“I know.</em> I’m such a girl <strong>who loves to ruin everything</strong> in your life”. </font></font></p> <p><font face="Calibri"><font size="3"><em>“I know.</em>I’ve been <strong>spinning as a trouble</strong> in your life”.</font></font></p> <p><strong><font size="4">SORRY</font></strong></p> <p>“….for everything that made you feel such a fool”.</p> <p>“….for things that left unsaid”.</p> <p>“….for pulling you into my life”.</p> <p><strong><font size="4">THANKS</font></strong></p> <p>“….for being such a good boyfriend all the time”.</p> <p>“….for making me the only one you love”.</p> <p>“….for doing anything, anywhere, anytime”.</p> <p> </p> <p><font size="4" face="Calibri">Me <font color="#ff0000"><strong>loves</strong></font> you… and that’s all I can say..</font></p> <p><font size="4" face="Calibri"><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TWvSImuXOXI/AAAAAAAAAZA/MO8SwFjSLDc/s1600-h/asdf%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="asdf" border="0" alt="asdf" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TWvSccilv_I/AAAAAAAAAZE/EUVCCiAEBj0/asdf_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="249" height="277"></a></font></p> <p><font size="4" face="Calibri"><strong>Happy 3rd months Anniversary</strong>, <em>pibiiiiiii</em> :-)</font></p> <p><font size="4" face="Calibri">Loveyou<font color="#ff0000">♥</font></font></p> Addyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13903546178560464068noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733805724673056352.post-37727962550013708732011-02-27T23:38:00.001-08:002011-02-27T23:38:51.628-08:00ARTTM… They’re my big passion.<p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TWtPdf886XI/AAAAAAAAAYw/BKnXuJ9tArs/s1600-h/ARTTM%20%2818%29%5B5%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="ARTTM (18)" border="0" alt="ARTTM (18)" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TWtPxqNzN6I/AAAAAAAAAY0/Mlgpa_h47dI/ARTTM%20%2818%29_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="295" height="208"></a></p> <p>Well buddies. I’ve been knowing them since I was in Junior Highschool. I’ve been waiting for them to come to my country. It’s been ages…. I hate waiting for so long. But they’re going to my country in May 14th when I’m supposed to take a class in university. Lame I know. I’m frustrated. I’m depressed. I know it sounds so drama queen whatever you call it. But I fucking want to watch their show, meet them personally, stalk them and stay in the same hotel like I used to do. Someone, please do me a favor what should I do?</p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TWtQhz7o0sI/AAAAAAAAAY4/MRE5T5KIivg/s1600-h/Eric%20Halvorsen%20%2829%29%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="Eric Halvorsen (29)" border="0" alt="Eric Halvorsen (29)" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TWtQ8WvBBCI/AAAAAAAAAY8/ImIfmrbRiaw/Eric%20Halvorsen%20%2829%29_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="260" height="180"></a></p> <p>Dear Halvo,<em> are we going to meet each other?</em></p> Addyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13903546178560464068noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733805724673056352.post-81155748223157528882011-02-23T08:27:00.001-08:002011-02-23T08:27:01.227-08:00<p>“<em>Maybe every single person <strong>should have known</strong> what would happen by telling something that I don’t like. I’d rather be knowing nothing than something that I don’t like</em>”.</p> <p> </p> <p><em>“Because we won't fade away. We'll find peace while other change and I know you're somewhere close behind me. And I truly believe in you… Because we were made for each other….”.</em></p> Addyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13903546178560464068noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733805724673056352.post-3340243478952842542011-02-23T08:11:00.001-08:002011-02-23T08:11:04.653-08:00Everything left behind.<p>Everybody is supposed to know what happened with their self. I’m not one of them. I haven’t been telling everything about me. It causes “I can’t” even “I won’t”. Because I have no idea, because no words come up, because there’s a reason why I won’t and why I can’t. You can blame it, blame all of the madness to me. Because it is what it is and I can’t change everything at all. </p> <p>Yes. You can say anything, everything. Because I’m just another one. Feeling so random all day long. Stop is needed. I was unsocial person a long time ago. No, it wasn’t. I wish I could tell you… I could tell you everything. I can’t go on like this forever. </p> Addyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13903546178560464068noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733805724673056352.post-83795561252295253882011-02-22T09:24:00.001-08:002011-02-22T09:24:14.855-08:00B-i-t-c-h.<p><font size="4" face="Calibri">You know what “<font color="#000000">Bitch</font>” stands for? When you started talking about the past with a big smile on your face. Oh and I really hate my mood’s swing. Oh and I’m sorry, no words came up yesterday.</font> </p> <p>HA. JARED LETO. YOU’RE STILL AWESOME.</p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TWPwp-t_N8I/AAAAAAAAAYk/tzDZrENAfTQ/s1600-h/Go-ahead...make-my-day-copy-425x318%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="Go-ahead...make-my-day-copy-425x318" border="0" alt="Go-ahead...make-my-day-copy-425x318" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TWPxMwTcZTI/AAAAAAAAAYo/ijH2oujxCCc/Go-ahead...make-my-day-copy-425x318_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="277" height="331"></a></p> Addyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13903546178560464068noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733805724673056352.post-57236966631266559762011-02-19T01:25:00.001-08:002011-02-19T01:25:17.476-08:00Sarcastic.<p>Well. This <font color="#ff0000"><strong>made</strong></font> my day. </p> <p><a href="http://www.twitter.com/adeliaiswr" target="_blank"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="Untitled-1" border="0" alt="Untitled-1" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TV-MRtLwoeI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/1Hs-zbIpvlU/Untitled-1%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="260" height="189"></a></p> <p> </p> <p><a href="http://www.twitter.com/EvanKirkendall"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="Untitled-2" border="0" alt="Untitled-2" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TV-Mbzx-xgI/AAAAAAAAAYU/eWE0S6Ik5Ig/Untitled-2%5B7%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="260" height="178"></a></p> Addyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13903546178560464068noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733805724673056352.post-56233196232083017502011-02-18T22:00:00.001-08:002011-02-18T22:00:07.164-08:00My family=diamonds.<p>There’s no such perfection thing than being around your family wherever, and whenever. Sometimes, you’re fucked up with the decisions “YOU HAVE TO LIVE OUTTA TOWN, LEAVE THE REST OF YOUR FAMILY”or whatever you call it. You better believe it. </p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TV8_0favoGI/AAAAAAAAAXE/ed9cBYMmwnE/s1600-h/IMG_3214%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_3214" border="0" alt="IMG_3214" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TV8_51UY5eI/AAAAAAAAAXI/jP2ZzR_adf0/IMG_3214_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="154" height="244"></a></p> <p>Have you imagined what I miss the most? My dad. My everything. This guy hasn’t disappointed me. No, he will never. He’s always taking care of me in every situation. He will never relate his things with mine and that’s what I love the most. Count me in, dad.</p> <p> </p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TV9AK4RYb3I/AAAAAAAAAXM/Ym_e-J9JInU/s1600-h/IMG_3217%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_3217" border="0" alt="IMG_3217" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TV9AU41MQ9I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/Urmyk32ZNcg/IMG_3217_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="192"></a></p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TV9cTyh8bDI/AAAAAAAAAX0/6p_zl_BIMAM/s1600-h/DSCF59783.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" title="DSCF5978" border="0" alt="DSCF5978" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TV9cYejvmDI/AAAAAAAAAX4/HEJruA5XroI/DSCF5978_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="210"></a></p> <p> </p> <p>And these kids. Even you guys are such dickheads. You guys annoy me, vandalize my stuffs, ruin my favourite things ALL THE TIME, ALL THE WAY. I can’t take my eyes off of you, kids. Do it while you have the chances. </p> Addyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13903546178560464068noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733805724673056352.post-73260136685293891752011-02-16T00:41:00.001-08:002011-02-16T00:41:07.200-08:00It’s true. It’s you. It’s always you…..<p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TVuMnNfJlII/AAAAAAAAAW8/2VysQwiSMD0/s1600-h/IMG_3108%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_3108" border="0" alt="IMG_3108" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TVuNnNY0StI/AAAAAAAAAXA/XfrF7qS1RVE/IMG_3108_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="164" height="244"></a>I’m in love. I’m madly in love with you, unconditionally. I’ve never been feeling so in love like this. Since you came, everything has changed. Literally. I’m not going to lie, but this is what you’re meant to be when someone changed your life drastically. </p> Addyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13903546178560464068noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733805724673056352.post-60149867639218809032011-01-11T03:32:00.001-08:002011-01-11T03:32:54.110-08:00Everybody knows.<p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TSw_tYCx9MI/AAAAAAAAAWg/0pp9EXfYeKk/s1600-h/IMG_2969%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_2969" border="0" alt="IMG_2969" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TSw_vCDvUDI/AAAAAAAAAWk/3JPZDRZqvRQ/IMG_2969_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="166"></a></p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TSw_xmpaSiI/AAAAAAAAAWo/dMVKrLqUHDw/s1600-h/IMG_2970%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_2970" border="0" alt="IMG_2970" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TSw_zdTGXuI/AAAAAAAAAWs/19swX0ki0ns/IMG_2970_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="166"></a></p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TSw_3Z8KW0I/AAAAAAAAAWw/HlZcjZzGBnw/s1600-h/sisayang%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="sisayang" border="0" alt="sisayang" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TSw_48UiZYI/AAAAAAAAAW0/d0LrjQtiRCg/sisayang_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="153"></a></p> <p>Love you. Forever &always. Words can’t even describe.</p> Addyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13903546178560464068noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733805724673056352.post-18924225854432714532010-11-23T04:32:00.001-08:002010-11-23T04:32:47.217-08:00I really fucking hate my mood’s swing.<p> </p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TOu0U2OdA7I/AAAAAAAAAWU/oY2JXXbG8BQ/s1600-h/tumblr_lcbjny8LLQ1qzwih1o1_500%5B9%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="tumblr_lcbjny8LLQ1qzwih1o1_500" border="0" alt="tumblr_lcbjny8LLQ1qzwih1o1_500" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TOu0agqghaI/AAAAAAAAAWY/YVx_SVmElUo/tumblr_lcbjny8LLQ1qzwih1o1_500_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="341" height="231"></a></p> <p><em>“Have you ever fucking wondered if you was sailing on the boat in the middle of ocean? Your body keep waved. The wind went to your mind. Ignoring something worthless in your life”.</em></p> <p>Drastically, I’ve never been feeling like that. My mood’s swing, mine sucks. It’s so easy to laugh and cry. It’s so fucking easy to happy then becomes sad. You know, right?</p> <p>Being a teenager isn’t that so easy. I can fucking see those girls and boys become so unstable for some reasons. Sometimes they don’t get it what makes they feel like that. Stay classy bro.</p> <p>As long as you keep it in your deepest heart. As long as it feels so awkward. Don’t you hate it when you truly know what you want to say but the words won’t come out? Fuck yes.</p> Addyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13903546178560464068noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733805724673056352.post-23834522358105531292010-11-21T11:39:00.001-08:002010-11-21T11:39:48.356-08:00ALL TIME LOW-ALL THE TIME<p> </p> <a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TOl1DtCgPOI/AAAAAAAAAWM/GcsvlzFJy_k/s1600-h/IMG_1382%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_1382" border="0" alt="IMG_1382" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TOl1bht6ZAI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/xwhmFPj-luk/IMG_1382_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="340" height="299"></a> Addyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13903546178560464068noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733805724673056352.post-6300285062772533802010-11-19T06:33:00.001-08:002010-11-19T06:33:01.803-08:00‘sup dwag??<p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TOaJotuCxdI/AAAAAAAAAVs/TDrsGqkU3ls/s1600-h/blue%5B2%5D.gif"><img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" title="blue" alt="blue" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TOaKl6LI3eI/AAAAAAAAAVw/XoSw4G-3HVY/blue_thumb.gif?imgmax=800" width="240" height="180"></a></p> <p> </p> <p>It’s been long time I haven’t written something weird and now I’m back, I’m fucking back. You thought I was dead? No. I’m still A-L-I-V-E. I just finished mid-term and got 5 days off. I didn’t go back to my hometown like my friends did because I’m having new atmosphere here. For those of you keep wondering haha.</p> <p>Like I said, this downtown has so many awesome places and beautiful scenes. It apparently helps my photo album collection. Besides I fucking need new lens for my camera. I left all of them in Jakarta. I don’t even think to ask my mom to send all of them via Fed Ex because I’m pretty sure it’d be dangerous. You might vandalism mine. Who knows?</p> <p>I desperately need some recommendations what should I do until Sunday because all of my buddies were going back to their home and they left me alone here. No. You don’t have to pay close attention to me. I can handle everything. Don’t you think I’m too arrogant? Judge me if you want.</p> Addyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13903546178560464068noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733805724673056352.post-75278620581919858662010-11-12T04:48:00.001-08:002010-11-12T04:48:33.062-08:00Catch us if you can.<p>I had a decent night last night. I’m writing this story with dizzy on my head. It was started with a prologue, it was like.. “Does anyone want to sneak out tonight?”. And every single person was like “Fuck yeah, let’s do this tonight”.</p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TN00rTpcgsI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/N_uWtOLSW_k/s1600-h/IMG_0786%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_0786" border="0" alt="IMG_0786" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TN001jEwPHI/AAAAAAAAAUU/zkK7YS385GM/IMG_0786_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="164" height="244"></a></p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TN01LQM8UeI/AAAAAAAAAUY/okyfy6vXe2Q/s1600-h/IMG_0795%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_0795" border="0" alt="IMG_0795" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TN01SIBYNxI/AAAAAAAAAUc/bfQBHNB-hzA/IMG_0795_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="289" height="199"></a></p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TN01iQUXrxI/AAAAAAAAAUg/H8vU1GlW9Io/s1600-h/IMG_0790%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_0790" border="0" alt="IMG_0790" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TN01qbLg-NI/AAAAAAAAAUk/lapBGXv_HyI/IMG_0790_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="164" height="244"></a></p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TN012GqMNWI/AAAAAAAAAUo/wlLM4JtglGo/s1600-h/IMG_0801%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_0801" border="0" alt="IMG_0801" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TN018VcMNUI/AAAAAAAAAUs/WM1083SxgrE/IMG_0801_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="313" height="215"></a></p> <p>Well done. We broke the rules. We parked our vehicles offhanded then we saw the cops had to wait for us. I had no idea how to say. We made this one, finally we did it. Fortunately, one of my friends could solve it and after the cops left us we drove our vehicles and laughed out loud. Who cares, we rule the wild night.</p> <p> </p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TN02JPqkuTI/AAAAAAAAAUw/bi-4higwhkk/s1600-h/IMG_0729%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_0729" border="0" alt="IMG_0729" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TN02bNV684I/AAAAAAAAAU0/xpbwHn8-v3A/IMG_0729_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="275" height="189"></a></p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TN02pZMMZxI/AAAAAAAAAU4/UgtNMmoidIA/s1600-h/IMG_0738%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_0738" border="0" alt="IMG_0738" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TN024KbTinI/AAAAAAAAAU8/tebcOvhHekI/IMG_0738_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="273" height="188"></a></p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TN03DzVREOI/AAAAAAAAAVA/3YR2un1x3Js/s1600-h/IMG_0775%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_0775" border="0" alt="IMG_0775" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TN03KSYI8UI/AAAAAAAAAVE/9ht9Yc2lV7w/IMG_0775_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="193" height="292"></a></p> <p>We went to one of my friend’s home at 1.30am and we had to sleep for 1-2hours and we went to our boarding houses at 4am. </p> <p> </p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TN03ZLPeq2I/AAAAAAAAAVI/-xNqz4CcYzs/s1600-h/IMG_0779%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_0779" border="0" alt="IMG_0779" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TN03j6sA64I/AAAAAAAAAVM/ol0LgB1DF1E/IMG_0779_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="267" height="184"></a></p> <p>I seemed so frustrated. No. I’m just fucking dizzy. Bye!</p> Addyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13903546178560464068noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733805724673056352.post-74494810212068474422010-11-10T16:24:00.001-08:002010-11-10T16:24:52.557-08:00Lost in Island.<p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TNs1GC8J_MI/AAAAAAAAATo/nSob44jagBQ/s1600-h/IMG_0613%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 43px auto 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_0613" border="0" alt="IMG_0613" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TNs1RToDWiI/AAAAAAAAATs/JDkjef_WMPg/IMG_0613_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="174"></a></p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TNs1qbth-pI/AAAAAAAAATw/sEqehY5U3uo/s1600-h/IMG_0644%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 5px auto 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_0644" border="0" alt="IMG_0644" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TNs1xCIgUzI/AAAAAAAAAT0/SOiWizGK1EU/IMG_0644_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="164"></a></p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TNs2Ds5EAGI/AAAAAAAAAT4/KBwn0PI3qCk/s1600-h/IMG_0645%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 5px auto 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_0645" border="0" alt="IMG_0645" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TNs2KSeud8I/AAAAAAAAAT8/7cpa9HB8q1s/IMG_0645_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="164"></a></p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TNs2iWq50OI/AAAAAAAAAUA/nudytLEfheo/s1600-h/IMG_0647%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 5px auto 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_0647" border="0" alt="IMG_0647" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TNs2n4N2Z4I/AAAAAAAAAUE/gp2v_45EWgI/IMG_0647_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="202"></a></p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TNs3GiAudkI/AAAAAAAAAUI/ems58nHBH-w/s1600-h/IMG_0617%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 5px auto 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_0617" border="0" alt="IMG_0617" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TNs3gQwbAmI/AAAAAAAAAUM/jGKlpx2e4xQ/IMG_0617_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="215" height="326"></a></p> Addyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13903546178560464068noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733805724673056352.post-74959260968322765092010-10-31T01:15:00.001-07:002010-10-31T01:15:48.880-07:00Old Town gave me something to remember.<p>Sup, buddies? I want to show off something that I and my buddies did on Friday evening. We rode our motorcycles to the place called “Old Town”. Where old buildings are placed. So yeah…</p> <p> </p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TM0jCyFIeVI/AAAAAAAAATE/px4YjgTCxpg/s1600-h/IMG_0329%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_0329" border="0" alt="IMG_0329" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TM0jHHNRTLI/AAAAAAAAATI/pAr-mfX3wJw/IMG_0329_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="160" height="240"></a><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TM0jVVk82JI/AAAAAAAAATM/4j7lH8K4WlA/s1600-h/IMG_0399%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_0399" border="0" alt="IMG_0399" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TM0jZhwAgbI/AAAAAAAAATQ/8t9bAI7AHHs/IMG_0399_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="160" height="240"></a></p> <p> <a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TM0j1NuaWMI/AAAAAAAAATU/6JG96WJn0fk/s1600-h/IMG_0366%5B6%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: left; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_0366" border="0" alt="IMG_0366" align="left" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TM0lmX9HE6I/AAAAAAAAATY/BY7lx3LZX3c/IMG_0366_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="318" height="214"></a></p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p>I haven’t seen old buildings like those before. My hometown is filled by new modern buildings and “Old Town”…. I have to say this “you gave me something to remember. Nice to meet you”.</p> <p> </p> <p>-Addy!</p> Addyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13903546178560464068noreply@blogger.com