As The Wings Of Perfect Flame Glow Out Of Passion.

Tuesday, February 14, 2006

This hit me like a freight train.

You can't finish a book without closing its chapters.
If you want to go on, then you have to leave the past as
you turn the pages. Love is not destroyed by a single failure or won by a single caress.
It is a lifetime venture in which we are always learning, discovering and growing.
The greatest irony of love is letting go when you need to hold on and holding on when you need to let go.
We lose someone we love only when we are destined to find someone else who can love us even more than we can love ourselves. If someone hurts you, betrays you, or breaks your heart; forgive them.
For they have helped you mold a stronger you and yes, nothing feels better when you have peace of mind. Happiness is in the heart of a diamond. Once you find it, let it grow in you.
Always remember that you can't make someone love you forever.
What you can do is be someone who can be loved.
And the rest is up to the person to realize your worth.

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It's just one of those days.

Hi, happy valentines to all people there. It's just one of those days, you know, when boys give their special girl stupid heart shaped balloons or if they are so inclined, they will give them three roses. Well, whatever, whatever way you celebrate valentines, what's important is you give your heart to the one you loooove.

Heheh, i remember last valentines, i haven't got a chance to do some celebrating because we are all in the Mapua rally. Hehehe, that was cool, the color of the day was black. It was so hot and you can smell the bodily fluids of other people. Damn, it was gross. You were rubbing elbows with oily bodies. It's like summerslam. But it's much better than summerslam because the people in the mapua rally has shirt on.

Okay, i will scram. I will buy my mom that heart shaped balloon with cupids that i hate so much.

It's yet to be determined,but the air is thick, and my hope is feeling worn.
I'm missing home, and I'm glad you're not a part of this, there's parts of me that will be
missed. And the phone is always dead to me, so I can't tell you the temperature is dropping and it feels like. It's colder than it ought to be in March and I still got a day or two ahead of me till I'll be heading home, into
your arms again.And the people here are asking after you. It doesn't make it easier.It doesn't make it easier to be away. I'd like to hire a plane. I'd see you in the morning, when the day is fresh. I'm coming home again. Coming home again. When the day is fresh, I'm coming home again. But it's warmer where you're waiting. It feels more like July. There's pillows in their cases, and one of those is mine. And you wrote the words "I love you", and sprayed it with perfume. It's better than the fire is to heat this lonely room.It's warmer where you're waiting. It feels more like July