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Love like you've never loved before; don't hold back. Always love a cappuccino with toast and some newspapers. Enjoy the quiet mornings. Oh and hang on tight to those heartstrings - they are all that matters! Most importantly: LOVE GOD, love people.

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Tuesday, November 29, 2005, 5:29 AM


perhaps she was like a rich lady awaiting her husband's return and longing for her lover's companionship. she went around flaunting her shimmering stones and her branded garments to her girlfriends, but deep in her heart she knew all she wanted was to show them to the men she loved dearly. with no one there to admire her appearance and make her heart flutter with their honeyed words, she felt..empty. perhaps more than empty, she felt lonely. strolling on the streets by herself and the shimmering stones were not very pleasant for her, because she would always see a couple of lovebirds together, holding hands or locking fingers, hugging a waist or kissing slurpily.but all she could do was to wait. and wait. hope was what she could do too.

Sometimes I think a lot. I think to the extent that I think the things I think are basically everything that i see. well ok that's not the case. I mean i think all the time(duh), whether it's important or not. you see i think about the decisions I make, the things I do, the actions I carry out and the things I say.

Sometimes I realised that I could have said something kinder, but I didn't. I would then go on to think about the situation if I were to say something kinder. Perhaps the situation would be different.

Sometimes I think about the decisions I make. Am I making the right choice or am I doing something that makes me not love God. Sometimes I've made a choice, but found out that I regretted making that choice. Then again I would think how would it be like if I made the other choice.

Sometimes I think about the things I do. Perhaps I could have done this, I could have done that, but I never get to the conclusion of how wrong or right I actually am. I can't really judge whether the present situation is best for me and whether am I supposed to do the things I do.

Well I really don't know what I saying but the point is I'm feeling a tinge of regret. Man.











I really loved the book I just finished reading. By Jo Brand. Oh my the book is an effing one since once you open it the word FCUK spills out. LOL.. man I really liked it(apart from the swearing and stuff. Trust me, it was hard) cause it's very funny. I loved the way the author portrayed the characters. IT'S BLOODY FANTASTIC!!




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