<body><script type="text/javascript"> function setAttributeOnload(object, attribute, val) { if(window.addEventListener) { window.addEventListener('load', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }, false); } else { window.attachEvent('onload', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }); } } </script> <div id="navbar-iframe-container"></div> <script type="text/javascript" src="https://apis.google.com/js/platform.js"></script> <script type="text/javascript"> gapi.load("gapi.iframes:gapi.iframes.style.bubble", function() { if (gapi.iframes && gapi.iframes.getContext) { gapi.iframes.getContext().openChild({ url: 'https://www.blogger.com/navbar/37652225?origin\x3dhttp://diiariihatiimu.blogspot.com', where: document.getElementById("navbar-iframe-container"), id: "navbar-iframe" }); } }); </script>
.Friday, November 16, 2007 ' 8:16 AM Y
I felt like im being stabbed in the heart.
It's really painful.
Tears are welling up in my eyes.
And i cant hide..


AHHH! I HATE THE FEELING!!
really.

Why am i not happy??
I'm suppose to be.
right?
because u're here now in my arms..

Why must i feel hurt?
it's really painful..
can u stop it?
Isnt all these suppose to be
sweet and nice?


i'm speechless





Never let go of love...



The Rules
1.Do NOT rip anythink off.
2.If you are not happy, click here.
3.Tag before you leave.
4.Be friendly.


PAINTER

Photobucket
Liyana((:
18
11 FEB 1990
NAFA
West Side


AMOUR
family and friends
Art
Strawbs
chocs
Him



her CANVAS


Free shoutbox @ ShoutMix





her SCANDALS

her MOODS



SPECIAL THANKS TO..
LEAVE THE CREDITS ALONE PLEASE THANK YOU(:
desiqner:
sixTEEN-'s blog
imaqe host: X
GIMPshop
Pictures: X
Brushes: X X X