tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27978207063922953092011-04-21T16:27:59.887-07:00Things are better to keep alone sometimes. I'm just another ordinary girl who are still learning two important matters ; life and love. I can't run from pain, pain comes to me. Happiness just come next.Dalya Safiahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13347783601722634287noreply@blogger.comBlogger61100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2797820706392295309.post-77007204294813934252009-04-13T09:32:00.000-07:002009-04-13T09:38:51.642-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Based on Charles " Chick " Benetto true account of his life.<br />I read it.It changes ur point of view n hv that anxiety to be close wit ur mother even if u nvr had eager feelings before. It's the power of mother's love. Enjoy.<br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2797820706392295309-7700720429481393425?l=lostinyourblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dalya Safiahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13347783601722634287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2797820706392295309.post-24950383450890470922009-01-23T21:40:00.000-08:002009-01-23T21:50:35.403-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">At this age of my life, I would like a man who can share everything with me; life, love and boyfriend. The man is my father; Papa. </span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">He passed away wednesday night, the longest night in my life. I won't forget that moment. </span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Part of my life is gone and faded away. Only music is with me. Not jez music but soul. Soul that not everyone can have. It's going to be with me the whole time in my life. </span><br /></div><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"><br /><br />There's one of my father's wish I want to fullfill . </span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">I love you, Papa..</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2797820706392295309-2495038345089047092?l=lostinyourblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dalya Safiahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13347783601722634287noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2797820706392295309.post-2338032520126731132008-12-24T08:23:00.000-08:002008-12-24T08:34:35.596-08:00<span style="font-family: lucida grande;">That man would be my father; Abdul Rani Bin Othman. </span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">U can talk anything about any music to him, he can talk with u all day long. If I'm beside him while he's busy talking about music, honestly I would be invisible. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">A friend of mine, Nazreen had experienced it, ask him. People around my father respect fr that. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">If we are on vacation to Kelantan or any place by car, he would put on his music. For example, Janis Joplin, Santana, Rod Stewart, some other old blues licks and classic rock. I'm the only one who doesn't sleep in the car, so his ears has been my ears for 17 years in the car. haha. I'm grateful </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">He has complication with a heart problem, it's hard fr the family but our fam need to be strong. </span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Only Allah s.w.t knws how do we deal with our daily life till now, n we never stops praying fr forgiveness and happiness to Allah s.w.t.</span> Amin<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2797820706392295309-233803252012673113?l=lostinyourblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dalya Safiahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13347783601722634287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2797820706392295309.post-44211683117090597032008-12-22T02:13:00.000-08:002008-12-22T04:26:42.809-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">I guess I am right now; <span style="font-size:130%;">a fully lips SUCKA.</span><blockquote></blockquote>I'm demanding for that song.</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2797820706392295309-4421168311709059703?l=lostinyourblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dalya Safiahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13347783601722634287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2797820706392295309.post-66192224718872454102008-12-22T02:06:00.000-08:002008-12-22T02:18:16.805-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e679dWtdKmE/SU9nWJ_Qx4I/AAAAAAAAAAw/yFoFgaTnOKY/s1600-h/dm.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e679dWtdKmE/SU9nWJ_Qx4I/AAAAAAAAAAw/yFoFgaTnOKY/s320/dm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282554518264924034" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" >Daniel <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Merriweather</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Talented soul singer, unique voice</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2797820706392295309-6619222471887245410?l=lostinyourblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dalya Safiahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13347783601722634287noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2797820706392295309.post-48703160674528744222008-12-22T01:48:00.000-08:002008-12-22T01:59:55.085-08:00<span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Talking about love, talking about love</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">This is a song by Led Zeppelin, one of the Rock n' Roll greatest band. Their music is my daily radio. Listen to 'em alot when I'm in a mood of rock n' roll; drum beat, guitar licks, truthful soul.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Now, it's awful to say that I'm not in that mood. I killed my soul many times.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Flowers in my heart is blooming yet blood is dripping out from the flower, it's painful</span>.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2797820706392295309-4870316067452874422?l=lostinyourblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dalya Safiahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13347783601722634287noreply@blogger.com0