My son Shaqueel was born on the 16th, that’s my lucky number. At Arsenal I play with number 10, because my daughter was born on the tenth. I had to choose between nine, fourteen and sixteen. Klaas is a friend of mine and I knew he liked to wear the number 9. — Robin van Persie (on his shirt number)
jmak:
Thanks, Steve.
Posting designs like this one makes me paranoid, because I can’t shake the feeling that it’s not original. I enjoyed the process regardless, but please let me know if somebody else beat me to the idea!
Thoughts?
faidza azzamtu fatawaqal allah, walaaqoula walaaquuwata illabillah. Jika kau telah ber azzam (keinginan yang kuat) maka jangan hiraukan penghalang dengan selalu tawakal kepada Allah..insyaalloh anda sukses. maha benar janjiNya.
- sangat membantu :)

I watched the proverbial sunrise
Coming up over the Pacific and
You might think I’m losing my mind,
But I will shy away from the specifics…
‘cause I don’t want you to know where I am
‘cause then you’ll see my heart
In the saddest state it’s ever been.
This is no place to try and live my life.
Stop right there. That’s exactly where I lost it.
See that line. Well I never should have crossed it.
Stop right there. Well I never should have said
That it’s the very moment that
I wish that I could take back.
I’m sorry for the person I became.
I’m sorry that it took so long for me to change.
I’m ready to be sure I never become that way again
‘cause who I am hates who I’ve been.
Who I am hates who I’ve been.
I talk to absolutely no one.
Couldn’t keep to myself enough.
And the things bottled inside have finally begun
To create so much pressure that I’ll soon blow up.
I heard the reverberating footsteps
Synching up to the beating of my heart,
And I was positive that unless I got myself together,
I would watch me fall apart.
And I can’t let that happen again
‘cause then you’ll see my heart
In the saddest state it’s ever been.
This is no place to try and live my life.
Who I am hates who I’ve been
And who I am will take the second chance you gave me.
Who I am hates who I’ve been
‘cause who I’ve been only ever made me…
So sorry for the person I became.
So sorry that it took so long for me to change.
I’m ready to be sure I never become that way again
‘cause who I am hates who I’ve been.
Who I am hates who I’ve been.
Come close now, whisper a secret
A story about a girl.
No, you don’t need to know what her name is,
but I wrote about her before.
I wish that I were cigarettes.
Tucked down deep in her pockets.
She’d light me up, let me swing from her lips
Like a circus show.
This ain’t a show, no
It’s a song for a girl.
She’s making my head spin,
Making me slur my words.
This is a song about a girl.
This is a song about love,
Love, la la la love.
I won’t forget her name.
I’ll always love her the same, my love
Love, la la la la la la love.
This is all for you.
Strike the match, burn me down
‘Til I’m nothing.
Like a vision, she swims through the sheets on the mattress.
She sets me on fire through the afterglow
Like a firework show.
This ain’t a show, no
It’s a song for a girl.
She’s making my head spin,
Making me slur my words.
This is a song about a girl.
This is a song about love,
Love, la la la love.
I won’t forget her name.
I’ll always love her the same, my love
Love, la la la la la la love.
This is all for you.
If you want promises,
Baby, I got ‘em.
Bought a plastic ring if you want it.
‘Cause we’re growin’ up, girl
But damn, still young.
If you jump, we can fall.
If you jump, we can fall in love
Love, la la la love.
I won’t forget her name,
Always love her the same, my love.
Love, la la la la la la love.
This is all for you.
Oh, my love, this is all for love.
La la la la la la love.
This is all for you.