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Thank You
It is not very often we take the time to show appreciation for the people who mean the most in our lives. Today I want to tell you how very much you mean to me. Sometimes in our fast paced days so many things go unsaid and so many people get taken for granted. I don't want that to happen with us. You are such an important person in my life~ one of the few people who cares so much and expects so little in return. I have always felt like I can count on you for anything and I would never be let down. You go out of your way to make my life happier and the little things you do mean so very much to me. You have such a big heart filled with so much kindness and love I feel so very lucky to know you and so very blessed to have you in my life Today I want to say Thank You~ for all that you do, for all that you are and for how wonderful my life is... because you are part of it. ~Elle Mastro |
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10th Jan 2008 (Thursday) : My first drinking session in my life. Bacardi (Peach) : My first alcoholic drink in my life.  Place: Clarke Quay by the river side.Feeling: Mixture of sadness and guiltyness and self-reproach-ness and gratefulness. All excitment will come to an end. All feelings fade. All things change. Everybody wears a mask. Nothing lasts. Feelings don't. Love doesn't. People come and go in life. This is life. Most of the time, we don't understand why things happen that way. In fact we will never understand why we did things the way we did, or why things changed the way they did. Even if we understand, it's also 'cos we psychoed ourselves to think that way so as to make ourselves feel better. Angel: "Let scar be only visible to the eyes, not the heart or mind... Let it just be a scar, not a permanent wound." Me: "But scars will stay and scars are ugly." Angel: "Scar is a form of memory, and memory is the key to the future,not the past. It's good to look back and refresh once in a while. Seeing it as a wound would only make you dwell on it, which will stop you from moving on, and that is not a memory." I want another drinking session, anyone? |