tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36373653118046179982011-11-28T07:53:50.411+08:00Angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00631311280314394718noreply@blogger.comBlogger271100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3637365311804617998.post-72754842323172379752010-03-31T17:00:00.001+08:002010-03-31T17:01:37.011+08:00

I finally get a break from my work, away from those people you will never miss. Anyway, let me go back to my story of my summer vacation. I spent my summer in our hometown "The Philippines". Philippines is a very nice place to come and visit, although a lot of bad publicity,it is in fact a beautiful place to see. some of the rumors that are spreading worldwide is that it is dangerous to visit

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It's Christmas once again a time for joy and a time to give happiness to the people that are closer to us. We celebrate Christmas ones every year, but Christmas has always been in our hearts everyday every time we give love to someone. Love is a very special gift, It is so special because it cannot be bought and to be loved is something that we cherish and appreciate more than that of the

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Every morning a girl looks out in her window to see the blue sky and the birds flying in the sky with the clouds above it. She is a lovely girl, her parents love her so much since she is their only child. One day, while she was looking out of her window, she saw this young man, a very good looking man, "How charming" she told herself then sigh. From then on she always make it a point to look

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How can some people be so insensitive that they do not care that you are hurting. You tried your best not to think anything negative towards that person and be strong enough to handle anything, but we are only human that no matter how hard we tried not to think about it we still get hurt. We are hurting because of other peoples doings and as much as we don't want to, still we can't help it and

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Why do we love? we loved so we can also be loved. but what is really the exact meaning of the word love? It is hard to define the meaning of it. Some would say that love is a self giving without asking anything in return, some say, love has no boundaries, loving is a self sacrifice for someone you love.  Every time we give love to a person, we also get hurt. We get hurt not because we love that

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I don't understand why I keep on loving you, though you keep on hurting me I'm still  here loving you. I sometimes wonder if you really love me or just pretending. Every time you hurt me I kept on telling to myself that it is enough, but instead of hating you I tend to forgive you and love you even more. My mind tells me not to love you but my heart is telling me that I can't let you go.

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Everytime I miss you, time seems so slow.          All I did is to think of you. Sometimes I feel that the world has stopped everytime I'm missing you coz nothing goes on in my mind except the happy moments that we shared together and hoping that you also remembered it the same way that I do. I sometimes look at the stars at night but all I can see is an empty sky, no stars shining and it's

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 NotoriousCherryBomb John and Rebecca are lovely couples, everybody looked up to them because people always see them happy and you will never hear them quarreling, what a perfect couple they thought. Rebecca is so sweet with John she always wanted to be with John everywhere he goes whenever it is possible. Rebecca love John so much, too much that she sometimes forget that she also have her

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Trust .... Trust is what we give to someone that we know that we can really be trusted.  There are certain moments in our life that trust is called for.  Trust is hard to be earned. We must know how to trust so other people will also trust us in return. But, we should  also learn how and when we should give our trust and to whom. Remember that there are people who are being nice to

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Life is a gift from God. It is so precious that shouldn't be wasted. We should value life and be thankful that we are still breathing and can still wake up each day to enjoy the beautiful things that surrounds us. We only borrowed our life from God and we should know how to take good care of it. If we do not value the life that was given to us, then, we do not deserve what God had given

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How Do I Love Thee - by Elizabeth Barrette Browning  How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breath and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace. I love thee to the level of everyday's Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for right; I love thee purely, as they turn from

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Chelsey and Rose are best of friends, they do everything together and never left each others side. They were so happy and treat each other like sisters. They had a lot of good times together, like shopping, watching movies, they laugh and cry with each other whenever they have some problems. You will always see them together at the school. Then, graduation came and both are very happy, they

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                                                                 Laurapora Lies lies and lies, We sometimes wonder why people lie, is it because it is needed or it's just a habit of ours that it is an easy thing for us to do. Maybe some would say that it is a white lie to protect others from hurting. We sometimes lie because we love that person so much that we do not want that person to get

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We all have our own special someone, we all dreamed about having one. They often made our day complete and happy. How nice it is to see them everyday, talking and staring at them endlessly. When we are with them we wish the day would never end. Whenever they are not around we always think about them and wonder what they are doing at that very moment. We also wonder if they are thinking

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They said moving on is a hard thing to do and I agree with them. It is really not easy when you lose someone you love. But losing them doesn't really mean that it's already the end of the world for us. We must know how to deal with it and face the fact that they are already gone in our lives. We must not let ourselves suffer so much and be miserable. Always remember that there is light at the

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There was a little girl who fell in love with a guy, a little bit older than she is. He is her sisters bestfriend. The guy always visit their place to past the time with their other friends. One day the guy came with a girl introducing her as his girlfriend. The girl as young as she is can already feel the pain of losing the one she love, She didn't let anyone saw her tears that she went to

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It always amazed me to see the stars shining so bright at night. Stars as beautiful as it is makes me smile. Gazing through the night while the stars are shining also makes me wonder how it feels to be up there in the sky. I sometimes wish I can reach for the star so I can see people close to my heart, how they are and what they are doing. Oh how happy it would be, to be with the stars

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How wonderful it is to travel into another world, A place where there are no sufferings, no sadness and loneliness.It must be so beautiful to see people smiling and laughing without worries.We can only wish that there is such a world where people are all united,.Why do we lived in a world where people are fighting, killing one another, power hungry and not understanding the law of nature.The wish

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I love roses, be it red, pink or white in color. I am happy every time I received roses from someone who is so dear to me. It makes me feel special. But roses have thorns that can also make your fingers bleed, like when your heart bleeds everytime you are being hurt by the ones you love. Roses are so beautiful to look at and sometimes can calm you down. It can also make someone happy.

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You promised you will never leave me. I believe everything, every word that you said. Now that you're gone I do not know where to go, what to do. I hold on too much with your promises but it turned out none of it are true . I thought you love me and care for me... but everything that you showed me were all lies. I cannot believe that you can do this to me. How could you, after all the things

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You took my heart away the first time i saw you and never left my mind Every time I see your face, your smile and your voice makes me melt from within. I begun dreaming of you and has never stop thinking of you. Seeing you with someone else is tearing me apart. My world seems to stop every time we talked. For you I do not exists when your mind is occupied with someone else, though it's hurting my

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Why do i feel sad?I feel sad when you are not around, when i don't hear from u, when you don't call me and I feel sad when i don't see you.I feel sad when I'm missing you or when you're with someone else, every time we have a fight, when you don't understand me and every time you lied to me.These things hurt me so much, I can't hardly breath..The pain I feel inside is like killing me.I wish you

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We often feels sad and happy...happiness makes us alive while loneliness and sadness make us think that we are dead and do not exists. We cannot really take out loneliness into our lives no matter what we do and no matter how happy we are there would be times that we will feel sad and lonely. Sometimes we are happy when we get what we wanted but can we really get it that easily? if we wish for it

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We cannot really tell what our future would be.... But sometimes we wish that we can see what our future is so we can be prepared, we can only hope for the best...We make our own future, we are the one who has the power on what kind of life we would like to take. Sometimes we take the wrong path of the road and find it hard to get up... If we are lucky enough we can get back on our feet again and

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Hurt is the kind of feeling that is so hard to take... why do we hurt? is there a way to avoid it? there are a lot of things why we are hurt... sometimes we are being hurt by our own doings, sometimes by other people and sometimes or probably most of the time we are being hurt by the ones we love the most... They say the more you love the more you get hurt... and you should be prepared for it..

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We can only get one chance to live.... Life is a very precious thing that we have to cherrish.. We must give life an important meaning.Life is a gift from God and we should give thanks to what he has done and appreciate things that life has to offer..Life has many obstacles and you will think that life isn't fair..Maybe it's true that life isn't fair.. but you have no choice.. you have to survive

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Being in love is the best thing that could ever happen to a person. When people are in love they sometimes forget things, for some they cannot totally see if what they are doing is right or wrong. Well, i guess that is love and like they always say " love is blind". Whether it is true or not it all depends to the person who is in love. Being in love is mostly self giving .. some would not agree

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