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Saturday, March 18, 2006

affected by the 10 things i hate abt u?
i most certainly am.
so u see.
i remember posting up a nice piece of poetry (tt amanda found) a few entries ago.
seriously, it speaks to me.
esp the part tt i hate it when ure not ard and the fact tt u didnt call.
my fav line.
kinda reminds me of someone.
nvm.
sometimes how i wish tt it could be so easy.
tt i could get some one soo fit for me.
who noes me inside out.
and tries to make me happy.
the pains of being a hopeless romantic.
listening to the tune by don mclean.
watching the stars.
making wishes.
what a beautiful sight.
i will jus melt in the tune and the sounds of ur voice.
and tts the beauty of love.
hopelessly romantic.
nothing else.


10:44 pm





Thursday, March 16, 2006



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Sunday, March 12, 2006

i am a very blessed person
reallie.. veri blessed.
remember me before YOU came into my life.
lost, clueless, hopeless.
indeed, he was right.
i do need a guide.
and i found that in you.
How could any one forget,
the stabbing, the knocking, the punching , the cursing.
abuse to my own skin.
abuse to other's hearts.
yes. i should have known better.
but without these things happening in my life,
i wouldn't have found YOU.
at my lowest, YOU never left me.
but did i bother?
NO
YOU sent the Spirit through the people around me.
but i ignored YOU.
i noe YOU were hurt.
but i never cared.
YOU never gave up on me.
YOU loved me no matter what.
this love.
this unconditional love.
so powerful that it brought me to YOU.
it changed my life.
how i felt, how i thougtht.
i became someone special.
i became your child.
so now,
i cry out to YOU
here i am , Lord.
this is I, LORD.
who will give my unconditional love.
and the greatest form of it is tt i give u my Faith.
not just trust, but FAITH.
i jus wanna thank you LORD.
for being there for me.
for giving me strength
and bless me with the love of all those around me.
thank you for tt breath of life.
for that sun shine.
for my family
for my friends.
i have no foes or strangers.
onli ppl i have yet to reconcile with or havent met.
change- always wonderful.
my rebirth in easter will come and go
but my faith will always stay.
BLESS US LORD.
"Lord, I'm not worthy to receive YOU.
but if u say the word and i shall be healed"


11:09 pm





Tuesday, March 07, 2006

Satine is dying.....
not jus the physical
the emotional as well
she's dying of boredom.
not jus boredom.
she's sick.
sick of self love.
and sick of loving u.
and sick of everything else in this world.
and of coz not ignoring
sick - swollen gland on her left cheek
as if her face is not BIG enuff.
wat else.
it seems weird. she had more than she could handle.
now she had none.
be it boys, frens, money.
this stinks.
no one came to visit.
no one.
yes. ppl did send a few msgs.
but tt was all.
i wanted some snacks.
no one brought them.
ok amanda. thanks for ur poem.
and the design...
haha...
lyon.... bleah to u too


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Thursday, March 02, 2006

my new man. chris daughtry!



9:36 pm