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♥ Thursday, March 26, 2009

LA LA LA!!!
im so so so bored nw..
having tuition later~
sians~ tuition = boring~

by the way!
im in search of new friends!!
lol...
too bored at home le~

to you:
please stop taking things for granted~
or u might end up with nothing~

=)

When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives mean the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares. ~Henri Nouwen

i gave up on you. and you. and you.~

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