tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73026284095935732192024-03-05T13:26:41.933-08:00♥Life is a Song ♥ Love is a Lyric♥Mell Carloshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08468789085159423092noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7302628409593573219.post-44515982538909900932011-05-25T09:56:00.000-07:002011-05-27T02:25:18.453-07:00Hari Gawai History<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
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Gawai Dayak, a festive celebrated in Sarawak on 1st June every year is both a religious and social occasion. Dayak would visit their friends and relatives on this day. Such visit is more known as “ngabang” in Iban language. The far would receive greeting cards.<br />
How it all started can be traced back to a 1957 radio forum organized by Mr Ian Kingsley, a radio programme organiser. This generated a lot of interest among the Dayak community. Up till 1962, British colonial government still refused to give recognition to the Dayak Day.<br />
To the Dayak, Gawai Dayak would be a recognition of the Dayak race, their source of national pride and a way to reciprocate social hospitality extended by the other races during their festivals.<br />
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After numerous requests, it fell on the sympathetic ears of the First Sarawak Chief Minister, Datuk Stephen Kalong Ningkan and his cabinet comprising among others, the present State Chief Minister, Datuk Patinggi Tan Sri Haji Abdul Taib Mahmud. The then Governor, Tun Abang Haji Openg, who when he was a member of the council Negeri, had always supported the move in the Council, gave his assent.<br />
Gawai Dayak was formally gazetted on 25th September 1964 as a public holiday in place of Sarawak Day. It was first celebrated on 1st June 1965 and became a symbol of unity, aspiration and hope for the Dayak community.Today, it is an integral part of Dayak social life. It is a thanksgiving day marking good harvest and a time to plan for the new farming season or activities ahead.<br />
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<b>Perayaan Gawai</b> secara umumnya merujuk kepada beberapa perayaan masyarakat Sarawak, tetapi pada kebiasaannya merujuk kepada pesta menuai <a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Gawai_Dayak" title="Gawai Dayak"><span style="color: #0645ad;">Gawai Dayak</span></a> yang disambut oleh masyarakat Iban, Bidayuh, dan Orang Ulu di Sarawak untuk meraikan tamatnya musim menuai padi. Pesta Gawai juga dikenali sebagai Gawai Dayak. Pesta Gawai pada kebiasaannya disambut pada akhir bulan May atau awal bulan Jun setiap tahun.<br />
Jenis-jenis Hari Gawai yang lain termasuk <a class="mw-redirect" href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Gawai_Burung" title="Gawai Burung"><span style="color: #0645ad;">Gawai Burung</span></a>, <a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Gawai_Batu" title="Gawai Batu"><span style="color: #0645ad;">Gawai Batu</span></a>, <a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Gawai_Kenyalang" title="Gawai Kenyalang"><span style="color: #0645ad;">Gawai Kenyalang</span></a>, <a class="new" href="http://www.blogger.com/w/index.php?title=Gawai_Mangkung_Tiang&action=edit&redlink=1" title="Gawai Mangkung Tiang (tidak wujud)"><span style="color: #ba0000;">Gawai Mangkung Tiang</span></a>, <a class="new" href="http://www.blogger.com/w/index.php?title=Gawai_Manang&action=edit&redlink=1" title="Gawai Manang (tidak wujud)"><span style="color: #ba0000;">Gawai Manang</span></a> dan <a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Gawai_Antu" title="Gawai Antu"><span style="color: #0645ad;">Gawai Antu</span></a>.<br />
<a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Gawai_Batu" title="Gawai Batu"><span style="color: #0645ad;">Gawai Batu</span></a> (permulaan musim menanam padi), <a class="mw-redirect" href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Gawai_Burung" title="Gawai Burung"><span style="color: #0645ad;">Gawai Burung</span></a> (perayaan berkaitan dengan sesuatu tanda atau mimpi yang tidak baik), <a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Gawai_Bersimpan" title="Gawai Bersimpan"><span style="color: #0645ad;">Gawai Bersimpan</span></a> (kesyukuran setelah selesai menuai) dan <a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Gawai_Antu" title="Gawai Antu"><span style="color: #0645ad;">Gawai Antu</span></a> (perayaan untuk roh orang-orang yang sudah meninggal dunia). Antara yang paling penting ialah Gawai Kenyalang dan Gawai Antu. <sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-0"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=7302628409593573219&postID=4451598253890990093#cite_note-0"><span style="color: #0645ad; font-size: x-small;">[1]</span></a></sup> <sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-1"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=7302628409593573219&postID=4451598253890990093#cite_note-1"><span style="color: #0645ad; font-size: x-small;">[2]</span></a></sup><br />
Pesta Gawai di <a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Sarawak" title="Sarawak"><span style="color: #0645ad;">Sarawak</span></a> disambut dengan meriah di bandar-bandar dan di desa dengan persembahan tarian, minuman <a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Tuak" title="Tuak"><span style="color: #0645ad;">tuak</span></a> 'arak beras', dan bersuka-ria. Pesta Gawai di Sarawak telah disambut secara besar-besaran semenjak 1964.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Mum You're Best Women In The World</div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><u>Song For Mama</u></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">You taught me everything<br />
Everything you've given me<br />
I'll always keep it inside<br />
You're the driving force in my life, yeah<br />
<br />
There isn't anything<br />
Or anyone that I could be<br />
And it just wouldn't feel right<br />
If I didn't have you by my side<br />
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You were there for me to love and care for me<br />
When skies were gray<br />
Whenever I was down<br />
You were always there to comfort me<br />
<br />
And no one else can be<br />
What you have been to me you will always be<br />
You will always be the girl<br />
In my life for all times<br />
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Mama, Mama you know I love you<br />
Mama, Mama you're the queen of my heart<br />
Your love is like tears from the stars<br />
Mama I just want you to know lovin' you is like food to my soul<br />
Yes it is, yes it is, oh, yes it is, yes it is, yes it is oh<br />
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You're always there for me<br />
Have always been around for me even when I was bad<br />
You showed me right from my wrong<br />
Yes you did<br />
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And you took up for me<br />
When everyone was downin' me<br />
You always did understand<br />
You gave me strength to go on<br />
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There was so many times<br />
Looking back when I was so afraid<br />
And then you come to me and say to me<br />
I can face anything<br />
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And no one else can do<br />
What you have done for me<br />
You'll always be, you will always be<br />
The girl in my life, ooh oh<br />
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Mama, Mama you know I love you<br />
Mama, Mama you're the queen of my heart<br />
Your love is like tears from the stars<br />
Mama I just want you to know lovin' you is like food to my soul<br />
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Never gonna go a day without you<br />
Fills me up just thinkin' about you<br />
I'll never go a day<br />
Without my mama<br />
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Mama, Mama you know I love you<br />
Mama, Mama you're the queen of my heart<br />
Your love is like tears from the stars<br />
Mama I just want you to know lovin' you is like food to my soul<br />
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Lovin' you is like food to my soul, oh yeah<br />
You are the food to my soul, yes you are<br />
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Mum, i'll always love you...</div></div></div>Mell Carloshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08468789085159423092noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7302628409593573219.post-19064264176478313762011-05-04T03:35:00.000-07:002011-05-04T20:50:44.358-07:00Somewhere Only We Know<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">There's so many thing you have to know...<br />
That I still Heart U</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">I walked across an empty land<br />
I knew the pathway like the back of my hand<br />
I felt the earth beneath my feet<br />
Sat by the river and it made me complete<br />
Oh simple thing where have you gone?<br />
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on<br />
So tell me when you're gonna let me in<br />
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin<br />
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I came across a fallen tree <br />
I felt the branches of it looking at me<br />
Is this the place we used to love?<br />
Is this the place that I've been dreaming of?<br />
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Oh simple thing where have you gone? <br />
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on<br />
So tell me when you're gonna let me in<br />
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin<br />
<br />
And if you have a minute why don't we go <br />
Talk about it somewhere only we know?<br />
This could be the end of everything<br />
So why don't we go<br />
Somewhere only we know?<br />
<br />
Oh simple thing where have you gone? <br />
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on<br />
So tell me when you're gonna let me in<br />
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin<br />
<br />
And if you have a minute why don't we go <br />
Talk about it somewhere only we know?<br />
This could be the end of everything<br />
So why don't we go<br />
So why don't we go<br />
<br />
This could be the end of everything <br />
So why don't we go<br />
Somewhere only we know?<br />
Somewhere only we know<br />
<br />
This could be the end of everything, <br />
So why don't we go,<br />
Somewhere only we know,<br />
Somewhere only we know,<br />
<div style="text-align: center;"> Somewhere only we know. <br />
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<i><b><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">One day,u'll feel the same... </span></b></i></div></div></div></div>Mell Carloshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08468789085159423092noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7302628409593573219.post-83915156745863089492011-05-01T14:42:00.000-07:002011-05-04T20:52:27.160-07:00Trey Songz<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXBn2ndablaFB54ThQS6ae9m6WQ9DBFA34CP3RRXndIKptcoE_ZFrFjyVgLcoHX2rkAIUmlCvZl09wq1coMLwFAA9KFTwvwlFaIh_Bm2Qo-uIYZQGvsa3BBRa_x7g33eKbS6lNI3x3pz5G/s1600/Trey_Songz_Already_Taken-front-large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXBn2ndablaFB54ThQS6ae9m6WQ9DBFA34CP3RRXndIKptcoE_ZFrFjyVgLcoHX2rkAIUmlCvZl09wq1coMLwFAA9KFTwvwlFaIh_Bm2Qo-uIYZQGvsa3BBRa_x7g33eKbS6lNI3x3pz5G/s200/Trey_Songz_Already_Taken-front-large.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><u>Already Taken</u><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Every night up in the club getting money with the thugs thought I'd never fall in love (what what)<br />
Then there was you (what what)<br />
And I don't wanna be a player no more<br />
Every night in the club trickin with a different girl thought I'd never fall in love (what what)<br />
Then I met you (what what)<br />
Girl you changed my mind<br />
One look<br />
and just one touch<br />
And I knew she was the girl for me<br />
Like no other I had seen<br />
They say I am trippin<br />
But I know what I want<br />
This girl here is different<br />
She got something that they don't<br />
Yeah<br />
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<i>[Chorus]</i><br />
She might be my lover<br />
She makes me want no other<br />
She don't care if I go to the strip club<br />
She wanna go too<br />
I never met a girl like you that makes me want to settle down<br />
They throwin me that booty<br />
I'm already taken<br />
Theres a lot of girls up in this club<br />
But baby I'm taken<br />
When that good ole groupie love<br />
I'm already taken<br />
And it's hard as a man but I know I can<br />
baby I'm taken<br />
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<i>[Verse 2]</i><br />
She's the apple of my eye<br />
Keep that body on time<br />
I know I'm a player<br />
But she might be Mrs. Right<br />
Plus, that girl told me<br />
if I ever do wrong<br />
I can have all the money<br />
all the keys<br />
from that day on she still with me<br />
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<i>[Chorus]</i><br />
She might be my lover<br />
She makes me want no other<br />
She don't care if I go to the strip club<br />
She wanna go too<br />
I never met a girl like you that makes me want to settle down<br />
They throwin me that booty<br />
I'm already taken<br />
Theres a lot of girls up in this club<br />
But baby I'm taken<br />
When that good ole groupie love<br />
I'm already taken<br />
And it's hard as a man but I know I can<br />
baby I'm taken<br />
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<i>[Verse 3]</i><br />
Every night up in the club getting money with the thugs thought I'd never fall in love<br />
Then there was you<br />
And I don't want to be a player no more<br />
Every night in the club trickin with a different girl thought I'd never fall in love<br />
Then I met you<br />
Girl you changed my mind<br />
They throwin me that booty<br />
I'm already taken<br />
So hard to look the other way<br />
But baby I'm taken<br />
I don't want to be player<br />
I'm already taken<br />
No more<br />
No more<br />
Baby I'm taken<br />
None of these chicks cant fuck with me baby<br />
None of these chicks cant fuck with me baby<br />
Aint none of these chicks cant fuck with my baby<br />
Fuck with my baby up<br />
Fuck with my baby up<br />
None of these chicks cant fuck with me baby<br />
None of these chicks cant fuck with me baby<br />
None of these chicks cant fuck with me baby<br />
Fuck with my baby<br />
Fuck with my baby<br />
Im already taken<br />
I don't want to be a player<br />
Baby I'm taken<br />
I just want to love my baby<br />
I'm already taken<br />
No more </div><div style="text-align: center;"> Im already taken girl (yeah) <i>[x4]</i><br />
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P.S, <br />
Im already taken,<br />
I don't want to be a player .. Lol am i right?<br />
Nope actually.. i just like that words... hahah<br />
But i hope my <b>FUTURE BOY</b> gonna sing this song!!!aww..so sweet<br />
ahaha juz JOKE or Maybe NOT!! it can be,but only in my dream!<br />
my <b>GOD</b> what did i said? <br />
Gosh Im gonna be crazy!! LOL ahahhaha!! </div></div></div>Mell Carloshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08468789085159423092noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7302628409593573219.post-70923283656798221542011-04-29T21:28:00.000-07:002011-05-04T20:53:19.382-07:00Angry Bird<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">Semuanya bermula dengan biasa saja.. Pada 29/04/2011,<br />
Memandangkan i dan Denis je kat tempat keja pada hari berkenaan,<br />
jadi i dengan Denis brcadang untuk menonton Angry Bird pnya Video..<br />
hahah mmg kelakar giler ah....<br />
Tengok punya tngok.. Tersasur plak d Video Happy Tree Friend, mmg kejam giler video tu..but cute..aww..<br />
Lepas tu,Denis ckp nak pegi toilet..<br />
Tinggal la i sorang kat kedai...<br />
Lebih kurang 5 minit camtu..<br />
Dari dalam i nampak kelibat Denis.Dia berdiri d luar kaunter dengan muka yang menahan senyumnye itu..<br />
Tiba-tiba..<br />
Weeeeee... Terbang satu objek berwarna Merah..<br />
Memang trkejut ar..lepas tu automatic gelak!!<br />
HAHAHAHAHAHAH!!<br />
Angry Bird Punya Patung LOL!!<br />
Denis ckp.. "kat sebelah ade jual Angry bird"<br />
then i ckp.. "Betul? eh ambil la kita pnjam nk ambl gambar".<br />
Sepantas kilat Denis pergi sebelah,,....<br />
Maka bermula la.. babak ambil gmbr dengan Angry Bird.. Awwww<br />
ehehheheheh...<br />
"Jom buat Video" i ckp kt denis..<br />
then denis "eh JOM JOm JOm"<br />
ehehehhehehe<br />
Dalam proses buat video tu..<br />
Kiat dgn Lawrence pon dtg..<br />
Diaorang pun ade la tolong untuk jayakn Video tersebut..<br />
hahah nak tgk hasilnye..?<br />
Ehehehheheheh..<br />
Tgk Pic dulu la eh...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">I don't know why</div><div style="text-align: center;">You want to follow me tonight</div><div style="text-align: center;">When the rest of the world</div><div style="text-align: center;">With whom I've crossed and I've quarreled</div><div style="text-align: center;">Lets me down so</div><div style="text-align: center;">For a thousand reasons that I know</div><div style="text-align: center;">To share forever the unrest</div><div style="text-align: center;">With all the demons I possess</div><div style="text-align: center;">Beneath the silver moon</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Maybe you were right</div><div style="text-align: center;">But baby I was lonely</div><div style="text-align: center;">I don't want to fight</div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm tired of being sorry</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Eighth and Ocean Drive</div><div style="text-align: center;">With all the vampires and their brides</div><div style="text-align: center;">We're all bloodless and blind</div><div style="text-align: center;">And longing for a life</div><div style="text-align: center;">Beyond the silver moon</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Maybe you were right</div><div style="text-align: center;">But baby I was lonely</div><div style="text-align: center;">I don't want to fight</div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm tired of being sorry</div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm standing in the street</div><div style="text-align: center;">Crying out for you</div><div style="text-align: center;">No one sees me</div><div style="text-align: center;">But the silver moon</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">So far away - so outer space</div><div style="text-align: center;">I've trashed myself - I've lost my way</div><div style="text-align: center;">I've got to get to you got to get to you</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Maybe you were right</div><div style="text-align: center;">But baby I was lonely</div><div style="text-align: center;">I don't want to fight</div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm tired of being sorry</div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm standing in the street</div><div style="text-align: center;">Crying out for you</div><div style="text-align: center;">No one sees me</div><div style="text-align: center;">But the silver moon</div><div style="text-align: center;">(lalalala <i>[till end]</i>)</div><div style="text-align: center;">Maybe you were right</div><div style="text-align: center;">But baby I was lonely</div><div style="text-align: center;">I don't want to fight</div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm tired of being sorry</div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm standing in the street</div><div style="text-align: center;">Crying out for you</div><div style="text-align: center;">No one sees me</div><div style="text-align: center;">But the silver moon. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></div>Mell Carloshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08468789085159423092noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7302628409593573219.post-56510993627418419782011-04-27T05:42:00.000-07:002011-04-27T05:42:38.792-07:00Bruno Mars<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/3FZtN7T5PXM?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Enjoy It!<br />
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Today I don't feel like doing anything<br />
I just wanna lay in my bed<br />
Don't feel like picking up my phone, so leave a message at the tone<br />
'Cause today I swear I'm not doing anything<br />
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I'm gonna kick my feet up then stare at the fan<br />
Turn the TV on, throw my hand in my pants<br />
Nobody's gon' tell me I can't<br />
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I'll be lounging on the couch just chilling in my Snuggie<br />
Click to MTV so they can teach me how to dougie<br />
'Cause in my castle I'm the freaking man<br />
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Oh yes, I said it, I said it<br />
I said it 'cause I can<br />
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Today I don't feel like doing anything<br />
I just wanna lay in my bed<br />
Don't feel like picking up my phone, so leave a message at the tone<br />
'Cause today I swear I'm not doing anything<br />
Nothing at all, nothing at all<br />
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Tomorrow I'll wake up, do some P90X<br />
Find a really nice girl, have some really nice sex<br />
And she's gonna scream out<br />
This is great<br />
(Oh my god, this is great)<br />
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Yeah, I might mess around<br />
And get my college degree<br />
I bet my old man will be so proud of me<br />
But sorry pops, you'll just have to wait<br />
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Oh yes, I said it, I said it<br />
I said it 'cause I can<br />
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Today I don't feel like doing anything<br />
I just wanna lay in my bed<br />
Don't feel like picking up my phone, so leave a message at the tone<br />
'Cause today I swear I'm not doing anything<br />
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No, I ain't gonna comb my hair<br />
'Cause I ain't going anywhere<br />
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no<br />
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I'll just strut in my birthday suit<br />
And let everything hang loose<br />
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah<br />
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah<br />
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Oh, today I don't feel like doing anything<br />
I just wanna lay in my bed<br />
Don't feel like picking up my phone, so leave a message at the tone<br />
'Cause today I swear I'm not doing anything<br />
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Nothing at all<br />
Nothing at all<br />
Nothing at all</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: right;">Bruno Mars is Talented Singer!<br />
</div></div>Mell Carloshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08468789085159423092noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7302628409593573219.post-79524486081271069612011-04-27T04:10:00.000-07:002011-04-27T04:15:29.681-07:00Tuesday<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<h1 style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12px; margin: 0pt;">One day at a time this is enough. Do not look back and grieve over the past for it is gone; and do not be troubled about the future, for it has not yet come. Live in the present, and make it so beautiful it will be worth remembering.</h1>Mell Carloshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08468789085159423092noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7302628409593573219.post-36227847850426847992011-04-23T05:08:00.000-07:002011-04-25T04:20:22.493-07:00A Million Words Would Not Bring You Back<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"> <b> </b><b> </b><br />
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</div><div style="color: #c27ba0;"> <i><span style="font-size: small;"> <b style="color: black;">F</b></span><b style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;">orget The Times You Walked By,</span></b></i></div><div style="color: black;"><b><i><span style="font-size: small;"> Forget The Times You've Made Me Cry,</span></i></b></div><div style="color: black; font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i><span style="font-size: small;"> </span><span style="font-size: small;">Forget The Time You Held My Hand, </span></i></b></div><div style="color: black; font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i><span style="font-size: small;"> Forget The Sweet Things If I Can, </span></i></b></div><div style="color: black; font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i><span style="font-size: small;"> I Can No Longer Pretend, </span></i></b></div><div style="color: black; font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i><span style="font-size: small;"> I Have To Remember Now </span></i></b></div><div style="color: black; font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i><span style="font-size: small;"> That You're Just A Friend</span></i></b></div></div>Mell Carloshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08468789085159423092noreply@blogger.com0