tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39558352975178228532024-03-21T09:34:17.022-07:00glamourgal'swho's gonna run the world?GIRLS!!!glamourgalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17219211213182818554noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955835297517822853.post-20607571089947787932011-11-15T06:30:00.000-08:002011-11-15T06:43:13.775-08:00craving for new look!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8KOYuoi0_ouG8vn_R-fjirQc-9LsN8umwUIHV48v1J82AwnbODDbF-zIP2zfx3Uz9zVEZd-cggJ5xF0S4e1LrI6bTsBnTqQc3VHmk24IdqZAU8g4AgDnYXC62wBq5EpkwnmjD0Wm3yRHG/s1600/tumblr_l283a7caxw1qaw3l9o1_400.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675232918177271762" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8KOYuoi0_ouG8vn_R-fjirQc-9LsN8umwUIHV48v1J82AwnbODDbF-zIP2zfx3Uz9zVEZd-cggJ5xF0S4e1LrI6bTsBnTqQc3VHmk24IdqZAU8g4AgDnYXC62wBq5EpkwnmjD0Wm3yRHG/s320/tumblr_l283a7caxw1qaw3l9o1_400.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#000099;">try out this new fishtail braid.its simple and charming</span></div><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#000099;"></span></div><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#000099;">1.divide your hair into two equal parts.</span></div><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#000099;">2.start a fishtail braid by pulling 1/2 inch of your hair from right side and join it to the left parting taken earlier.</span></div><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#000099;">3.repeat this by taking a left one and join to the right parting.</span></div><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#000099;">4.continue puicking up small sections of hair until you reach the end of your hair.</span></div><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#000099;">5.secure it with elastic band.</span></div><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#000099;"></span></div><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#000099;">p.s remember to redirect your hair on whichever side you want to lay it.</span></div>glamourgalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17219211213182818554noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955835297517822853.post-70525402237459130892011-11-15T06:22:00.000-08:002011-11-15T06:28:12.891-08:00<div align="center"><span style="color:#6600cc;">hello girls,enough of </span><span style="color:#6600cc;">me writing of about love and sharing my love poems[absolutely original copies].now its time for a change,no more drooling,no more being in love..its party time..this time its gonna be totally a girlsshouldcheckout blog!!</span></div><span style="color:#339999;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#339999;">who is gonna run the world??we girls!!</span>glamourgalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17219211213182818554noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955835297517822853.post-39983972276126346312011-11-15T05:51:00.000-08:002011-11-15T06:13:46.228-08:00Food of the gods<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg61kB5tzNLH-yWWzIsnS3Y-jDqrj1isrUPjGGfzGGlOSJXBUA33xG2kY7ut6TfmOiC10V6HHIJ_CgYVzC7Afm2OMQcPaOqQJjT-5S1Q9N1AGPUJVNE_T-ToTtqgEt6sXybJpBy5TWyICTI/s1600/chocolate.png"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 272px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675222701786583282" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg61kB5tzNLH-yWWzIsnS3Y-jDqrj1isrUPjGGfzGGlOSJXBUA33xG2kY7ut6TfmOiC10V6HHIJ_CgYVzC7Afm2OMQcPaOqQJjT-5S1Q9N1AGPUJVNE_T-ToTtqgEt6sXybJpBy5TWyICTI/s320/chocolate.png" /></a> Hail to chocolates girls!!<br />My acquitances used to scold me for eating loads of chocolate,despite knowing the goodness<br />of it.Why do girls go mad over chocolates?<br />Is it a symbol of love?Hahaha it was never regarded as a symbol of love back then but now..all boyfriends are ought to buy their girlfriends chocolate.Am i wrong?If yes do correct me.<br />Chocolates are a must to me!They are just beautiful and magical.<br />Try this girls.Buy your favourite bar of chocolate and open the wrapper.Smell it,lick it,take a small bite.Close your eyes and let them melt in your mouth.The savoury taste of it will automatically trigger your nerves and hormones,let it be any nerves or hormones.<br />Chocolates can be the best stimulant for sexual arousal and you better eat one before making love.<br />Arios babez..have fun eating chocolates.glamourgalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17219211213182818554noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955835297517822853.post-66247541207706194052010-01-29T21:48:00.000-08:002010-01-29T21:58:18.723-08:00my love<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj83ctXyfI00uPmYTujyjovxR5wWIoNwT58lxloah1HGOTYSo1Wcg-EsnrO-kiUKDLvr-cKn-n5j40Lsl-9jAKV0WdI_gC0M8J_c9mxk9YDdmGBJPat7oGXA54olDAydXlR-v1N5C32mny3/s1600-h/pink.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 175px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj83ctXyfI00uPmYTujyjovxR5wWIoNwT58lxloah1HGOTYSo1Wcg-EsnrO-kiUKDLvr-cKn-n5j40Lsl-9jAKV0WdI_gC0M8J_c9mxk9YDdmGBJPat7oGXA54olDAydXlR-v1N5C32mny3/s320/pink.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432408160345376562" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:100%;">the very moment u said 'I LOVE YOU'<br />i din't hav any feelings for u,<br />but as days pass by,<br />as i realised ur true love,<br />i began loving u frm deep inside,<br />feel like wan 2 talk 2 u al day long,<br />feel like want 2 hold ur hands n neva wanna let go,<br />its al becoz my love is true 2 u!!!!!<br /></span></span></span>glamourgalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17219211213182818554noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955835297517822853.post-74850886283569583912010-01-29T21:05:00.000-08:002010-01-29T21:14:15.297-08:00glamourgal<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijYjqNeFKmQpWqJH9vdaYjhmhG85FUpoA2M2zKzcjgOiMfe83xCdcGtqMeWxKWicFT2zMKuBj1Z2APHJvUhyF5HBB993-Y1jgD2rSivgMxPdMKHY5ElXRvLraR0cPg68uIsfHDqCfpr4lY/s1600-h/Picture+guna.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivBWt0Mi0ZmrP-cVwEy1URTKGejT7KE_1VbrXbuxLrZAHm2IclbN2dt8mGURGVOQVkGm96w9cqUKySXpPcJVkrXUSbTPRoQjEvgU_hxews2np5odpq3v6DAoWCR_1IPLlq25OqVG-emD8l/s320/Image005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432396691261380562" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8fJ2kaYttAyFCuXciAr5CvEGsbEPUuDyXXxGX_oWrxry-c0blo0tTYGzgJqDrEdZcuZt8GQO1wccznvuuCu-L2jwW4sdGNtpkOHlPcDuQcItuAW7ApQAE976hBppjyZ2sGzQpTtBO9uOx/s1600-h/Image003.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8fJ2kaYttAyFCuXciAr5CvEGsbEPUuDyXXxGX_oWrxry-c0blo0tTYGzgJqDrEdZcuZt8GQO1wccznvuuCu-L2jwW4sdGNtpkOHlPcDuQcItuAW7ApQAE976hBppjyZ2sGzQpTtBO9uOx/s320/Image003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432396685026425426" border="0" /></a>glamourgalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17219211213182818554noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955835297517822853.post-65487891088100589922009-07-21T00:54:00.000-07:002009-07-21T01:36:08.290-07:00me n my frens<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-7DpnBpWNOt6fWOyo8VZROFmzy-aMf7WisJYj-vvKu2nfA1m_uOYpkDsdYZ0B0vB9ihXC-8zuEFnY1Fq0lFTtJhgOta5nHFzZd15RnqNle1agt8mc1Hwdcs2Ji-_lktr3fnuHB-3_6wSX/s1600-h/guna"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360828852390232274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-7DpnBpWNOt6fWOyo8VZROFmzy-aMf7WisJYj-vvKu2nfA1m_uOYpkDsdYZ0B0vB9ihXC-8zuEFnY1Fq0lFTtJhgOta5nHFzZd15RnqNle1agt8mc1Hwdcs2Ji-_lktr3fnuHB-3_6wSX/s320/guna's+portrait+140.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI25bpBBYs6dThE6eT-JKlT7wkF8TzAjz1BJjssRIWxxouUgaixekNpKty2nHhZmVEU6yKnzYqk4SwD4pO6ILOJIVaJ-p5yykDeEcS6aU1W_hJ2re1suKCc6WiNbOCcGM0umiBjUUmf_sy/s1600-h/guna"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360828850613466418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI25bpBBYs6dThE6eT-JKlT7wkF8TzAjz1BJjssRIWxxouUgaixekNpKty2nHhZmVEU6yKnzYqk4SwD4pO6ILOJIVaJ-p5yykDeEcS6aU1W_hJ2re1suKCc6WiNbOCcGM0umiBjUUmf_sy/s320/guna's+portrait+139.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaCZC8lobwreOCsrhscoalgvlDOlH0l6_2-AmqxWjMex4oOB3iSovDukIlX5dSPe72sc-ty2wQNZqIcj6cQvv4kcLfZp8XEkbsr7xG-gh1U6PzbP8YapEs_THEujkZsdieia5qXNEBGhoD/s1600-h/guna"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360828836365276002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaCZC8lobwreOCsrhscoalgvlDOlH0l6_2-AmqxWjMex4oOB3iSovDukIlX5dSPe72sc-ty2wQNZqIcj6cQvv4kcLfZp8XEkbsr7xG-gh1U6PzbP8YapEs_THEujkZsdieia5qXNEBGhoD/s320/guna's+portrait+135.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR-wEag7Gjr0tCIVQPCIcXlvez-wAG-NojR8K3A45d_rQLGrNXPbZlJkD5yhpYcpGFjN52hwgNRNXhGwYWC042foliABejSO74LRlK7jIm4Ukh8LnmNMX7patpBCBt8u-ujmJ4XBm7UdBG/s1600-h/guna"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360828842448364978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR-wEag7Gjr0tCIVQPCIcXlvez-wAG-NojR8K3A45d_rQLGrNXPbZlJkD5yhpYcpGFjN52hwgNRNXhGwYWC042foliABejSO74LRlK7jIm4Ukh8LnmNMX7patpBCBt8u-ujmJ4XBm7UdBG/s320/guna's+portrait+136.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /> omg..poserzzzz<br /><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKVb_B1X95IA6elb9aA5_akjJggSOiWBcawwC3o5y9oaPmlFmRvyB20Lbu5_H2Pharpxogabs5DuzGBKnxQovCK1-B843ioEBD7LBNoT_pzi-CxKGNXHUuJvQIpuEuUF9O9spvk99Vp17d/s1600-h/guna"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360828832144977906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKVb_B1X95IA6elb9aA5_akjJggSOiWBcawwC3o5y9oaPmlFmRvyB20Lbu5_H2Pharpxogabs5DuzGBKnxQovCK1-B843ioEBD7LBNoT_pzi-CxKGNXHUuJvQIpuEuUF9O9spvk99Vp17d/s320/guna's+portrait+134.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>naomy,kowsalya,pavit n esther....hehe posing fr photo!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnUG1nWjuwqrnzNrjn_HKrbuWDcU7TAWNHbmNP8rCvj7C_k2pKDF8FBVH1j54LuILbhYpQIrs6DFqqeSNGeJHv0HvBOaCyJbyglwOfzYuV4_iMt9c-vZZquHmLB3VJaoSpGq3iBCwmzMv8/s1600-h/guna"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360822340866392690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnUG1nWjuwqrnzNrjn_HKrbuWDcU7TAWNHbmNP8rCvj7C_k2pKDF8FBVH1j54LuILbhYpQIrs6DFqqeSNGeJHv0HvBOaCyJbyglwOfzYuV4_iMt9c-vZZquHmLB3VJaoSpGq3iBCwmzMv8/s320/guna's+portrait+133.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIilB1kKo6iMd7mhtFCCz9sXV1oc_JPYZ6scAC7dgiqG0jDJxDDRKsVGUR3RSk1-O_IqWvKVRvcr6w9N14t5fpy1Ln_n9duSUs6fGI7BAL5hGR6ctjLzMM60njaxAKu3QEo22JuwEhRv_j/s1600-h/guna"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360820711130187122" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIilB1kKo6iMd7mhtFCCz9sXV1oc_JPYZ6scAC7dgiqG0jDJxDDRKsVGUR3RSk1-O_IqWvKVRvcr6w9N14t5fpy1Ln_n9duSUs6fGI7BAL5hGR6ctjLzMM60njaxAKu3QEo22JuwEhRv_j/s320/guna's+portrait+131.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>pavit n esther</div></div></div></div></div></div></div>glamourgalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17219211213182818554noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955835297517822853.post-7568978049485705522009-07-10T22:18:00.000-07:002009-07-10T22:27:04.472-07:00moments in my life<div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;">when the moment i saw u,</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;">i felt beautiful,</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;">when the moment i spoke to u,<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlbSxJ9oZzqP4fgLZzjcE5UQIniI_v3uARexrPTg_W9IhImD1wii5SDFAX6wQuOofXuQjBK9nWADTCoa4Je-uhVv4V5VIZwvEVbmscUJku2Yq0aV6UYhpB1EiNiDajFHNduzw674lfwyG0/s1600-h/CALXVVU8.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357069692168213634" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 119px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 123px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlbSxJ9oZzqP4fgLZzjcE5UQIniI_v3uARexrPTg_W9IhImD1wii5SDFAX6wQuOofXuQjBK9nWADTCoa4Je-uhVv4V5VIZwvEVbmscUJku2Yq0aV6UYhpB1EiNiDajFHNduzw674lfwyG0/s320/CALXVVU8.jpg" border="0" /></a></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;">i have lost my words,</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;">when the moment ur hand touched mine,</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;">i became numb,</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;">when the moment i loved u,</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;">i was reborn again,</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;">when the moment u kissed my lips,</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;">my lips felt so glossy,</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;">when i'm in ur hugs,</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;">i now noe the reason y i was born.....</span></div>glamourgalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17219211213182818554noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955835297517822853.post-18770687342013798072009-06-24T23:32:00.000-07:002009-06-24T23:37:27.850-07:00yours<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUorah-MMdSr6vhBXkQauTee60ef3wVPjB3is3UvrlZJFwvh-4L_fkLnkx58QQcEc4ekxcRzOCHlsciXVTeYWMwpRrxp7m7MPj7fZ3MGVieO5r10tyyz_VDtTFSlOxem964Hl6Az0rqMoc/s1600-h/love-wallpaper.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351150519330774242" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUorah-MMdSr6vhBXkQauTee60ef3wVPjB3is3UvrlZJFwvh-4L_fkLnkx58QQcEc4ekxcRzOCHlsciXVTeYWMwpRrxp7m7MPj7fZ3MGVieO5r10tyyz_VDtTFSlOxem964Hl6Az0rqMoc/s320/love-wallpaper.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;">where are u??</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;">come and get me,</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;">to feel our love together....</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;">take me in your hands,</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;">i want 2 be in your hugs for the whole day,</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;">make me laugh with ur jokes,</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;">make me sob with ur sorrows,</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;">make me puzzle with ur confusion,</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;">make me sleep with ur lullaby,</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;">make me dance with ur beat,</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;">make me urs. . . . </span></div><br /><div></div>glamourgalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17219211213182818554noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955835297517822853.post-75327957620060383292009-06-24T23:16:00.000-07:002009-06-24T23:28:48.520-07:00embrace<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxx19v1QuQ0xAHnabssnIeHv3FYOEpn8JH9xBfNj9NqhIBN4HPZ7vh9wrX3ugFErGitoBgQbgIGh5YCmKOqVtIL19Jej0isFf2_Uv1NNHksf6OHyiUFRgykU0_VHqXgFVGeogK3iUwvVgh/s1600-h/hugs_and_kisses_reflecting_teddy_bear.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351148313409107778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxx19v1QuQ0xAHnabssnIeHv3FYOEpn8JH9xBfNj9NqhIBN4HPZ7vh9wrX3ugFErGitoBgQbgIGh5YCmKOqVtIL19Jej0isFf2_Uv1NNHksf6OHyiUFRgykU0_VHqXgFVGeogK3iUwvVgh/s320/hugs_and_kisses_reflecting_teddy_bear.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#339999;">i saw my love in him,</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#339999;">the moment my eyes were locked with his,</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#339999;">was enlighted with hundred chandeliers,</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#339999;">the gloom of the city was embellished with</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#339999;">sparkles n glitters,</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#339999;">he embraced me with his cuddles,</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#339999;">he cherished me with his love,</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#339999;">i admired his grace of loving me,</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#339999;">he embraced me. . . . .</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#339999;">he embraced me. . . . . .</span></div>glamourgalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17219211213182818554noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955835297517822853.post-54650790059597450762009-06-18T22:22:00.000-07:002009-06-18T22:44:54.121-07:00frenship<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizudMFD_iaHKIC4GiK2BIOBhfrZtga8a9unn5nNEtRpJIUGYSQCxd_TqNrlxhGkH3aWj__Hkt1uf2SleLQhOWgbyB8QF6X27K-YBACDO0oaKFSicRA5YQFvoQBJNJLMHoQm1rhqNC9ukPp/s1600-h/friendship.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348910548908078162" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizudMFD_iaHKIC4GiK2BIOBhfrZtga8a9unn5nNEtRpJIUGYSQCxd_TqNrlxhGkH3aWj__Hkt1uf2SleLQhOWgbyB8QF6X27K-YBACDO0oaKFSicRA5YQFvoQBJNJLMHoQm1rhqNC9ukPp/s320/friendship.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff9900;">years has passed by,</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff9900;">i had left my primary n stepped into secondary,</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff9900;">i had left my soulmates,sisters n so called bez frens,</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff9900;">wid ony memories of dem embed within me,</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff9900;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff9900;">im in a new skool wid new people,</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff9900;">it was like im abandoned in a deserted island,</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff9900;">i had lost touch wid my buddies,</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff9900;">nites of oceans of memories of them,</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff9900;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff9900;">hurrey....i had contact wid my of my buddy,</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff9900;">v talked for hours...blaming the time 2 hav run, </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff9900;">im happie coz my frens burfday party is soon 2 b held,</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff9900;">im gonna meet al my buddies,</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff9900;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff9900;">oh..the party was awesome bt sumthin's missin,</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff9900;">my frens are no longer how they were,</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff9900;">tey had their own buddies n boyfrens now,</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff9900;">i had lost tem..bt still memories of dem r fresh in mind...........</span></div>glamourgalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17219211213182818554noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955835297517822853.post-47829451505432959422009-06-04T23:25:00.000-07:002009-06-04T23:42:31.458-07:00my life lies on u<strong><em><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;">my life lies on u,</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;">wen the time comes,</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;">u noe where v belong,</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;">its the air of love,</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;">callin upon us to reach us,</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;">the darkness of myself is trappin me,</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;">kiss me for my fears to be gone,</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;">kiss me for my tears to dry,</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;">talk 2 me the whole nite,</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;">for me to feel free,</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;">take me to the end of the world,for us to soar like free birds,</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;">my life lies on u......</span></em></strong>glamourgalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17219211213182818554noreply@blogger.com0