template renewal; if ever such term exists.
at least when bestie returns from her short trip, she cn feast on a new layout n update. weee.
am so happy fr cuzie koko who will start flying dis coming november.
no more pizza hut lunches at centerpoint :( as unlike her current day job, her flight schedules might not be a fixed one and i will miss my riding khaki, my seafood-eating khaki, my lets-talk-philosophy khaki, my room designer khaki. bleargh. im so sad -- see how often i contradict myself. happy and yet sad that she landed a new job as a flight attendant. oh yes, im also turning green with envy because now she only pays 30 bucks fr a one trip ticket and be able to travel, even to Calcutta. haha. well, cn never afford that luxury unless of coz i worked my butt off, to think of it most teachers only enjoy themselves after they retire (many, many money).. so depressing.
lately i think ive been a lousy listener or to be precise a lousy friend. at d other end of the line, shes crying her heart out and all i could do was keep quiet. was in utter misery when after a few more calls, im still unable to hear her usual cheery, melodious laughter. not wanting to push the matter, i let it rest.hopefully shes calmer and relaxed now.
not so long ago i was nursing my own heart. and d people im surrounded fill are filled with so much love in their heart, unselfishly sharing them with me although i doubt they know. somehow it lifted my spirits and healed part of the wound caused by love. its amazing how profound and great love is if ones willing to search for it; through the other half, the friends or the family. and if one has d courage to face love and death, ultimately one has overcome his or her fears.
to that dear friend of mine - wash your tears away, treat this as a test of strength and when you gather that strength, no longer will u cower.. gaining power over that fragile little thing call d heart. :) love u loads.
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If I were to tell someone about my life today, I could do it in a way that would make them think me a brave, happy, independent woman. Rubbish: I am not even allowed to mention the only word that is more important than the eleven minutes-love.
All my life, I thought of love as some kind of voluntary enslavement. Well, that's a lie: freedom only exists when love is present. The person who gives him or herself wholly, the person who feels freest, is the person who loves most wholeheartedly. And the person who loves wholeheartedly feels free. - Eleven minutes, Paulo Coelho
at least when bestie returns from her short trip, she cn feast on a new layout n update. weee.
am so happy fr cuzie koko who will start flying dis coming november.
no more pizza hut lunches at centerpoint :( as unlike her current day job, her flight schedules might not be a fixed one and i will miss my riding khaki, my seafood-eating khaki, my lets-talk-philosophy khaki, my room designer khaki. bleargh. im so sad -- see how often i contradict myself. happy and yet sad that she landed a new job as a flight attendant. oh yes, im also turning green with envy because now she only pays 30 bucks fr a one trip ticket and be able to travel, even to Calcutta. haha. well, cn never afford that luxury unless of coz i worked my butt off, to think of it most teachers only enjoy themselves after they retire (many, many money).. so depressing.
lately i think ive been a lousy listener or to be precise a lousy friend. at d other end of the line, shes crying her heart out and all i could do was keep quiet. was in utter misery when after a few more calls, im still unable to hear her usual cheery, melodious laughter. not wanting to push the matter, i let it rest.hopefully shes calmer and relaxed now.
not so long ago i was nursing my own heart. and d people im surrounded fill are filled with so much love in their heart, unselfishly sharing them with me although i doubt they know. somehow it lifted my spirits and healed part of the wound caused by love. its amazing how profound and great love is if ones willing to search for it; through the other half, the friends or the family. and if one has d courage to face love and death, ultimately one has overcome his or her fears.
to that dear friend of mine - wash your tears away, treat this as a test of strength and when you gather that strength, no longer will u cower.. gaining power over that fragile little thing call d heart. :) love u loads.
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If I were to tell someone about my life today, I could do it in a way that would make them think me a brave, happy, independent woman. Rubbish: I am not even allowed to mention the only word that is more important than the eleven minutes-love.
All my life, I thought of love as some kind of voluntary enslavement. Well, that's a lie: freedom only exists when love is present. The person who gives him or herself wholly, the person who feels freest, is the person who loves most wholeheartedly. And the person who loves wholeheartedly feels free. - Eleven minutes, Paulo Coelho
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