Sunday, October 01, 2006
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10:52 PM
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There's no combination of words
I could put on the back of a postcard
No song that I could sing
But I can try for your heart
our dreams, and they are made out of real things
like a shoebox of photographs
with sepia-toned loving
Love is the answer
at least for most of the questions in my heart
Why are we here? And where do we go?
And how come it's so hard?
It's not always easy and
sometimes life can be deceiving
I'll tell you one thing, it's always better when we're together
Yeah It's always better when we're together
Mmmm, we're somewhere in between together
Well, it's always better when we're together
Yeah, it's always better when we're together
I believe in memories
they look so, so pretty when I sleep
And now when, when I wake up,
you look so pretty sleeping next to me
But there is not enough time,
There is no, no song I could sing
and there is no combination of words I could say
but I will still tell you one thing
I could put on the back of a postcard
No song that I could sing
But I can try for your heart
our dreams, and they are made out of real things
like a shoebox of photographs
with sepia-toned loving
Love is the answer
at least for most of the questions in my heart
Why are we here? And where do we go?
And how come it's so hard?
It's not always easy and
sometimes life can be deceiving
I'll tell you one thing, it's always better when we're together
Yeah It's always better when we're together
Mmmm, we're somewhere in between together
Well, it's always better when we're together
Yeah, it's always better when we're together
I believe in memories
they look so, so pretty when I sleep
And now when, when I wake up,
you look so pretty sleeping next to me
But there is not enough time,
There is no, no song I could sing
and there is no combination of words I could say
but I will still tell you one thing
We're Better together
4:25 PM
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Saturday, September 30, 2006
i had such a ball.
thank you for all the candy, cards, texts, calls, chocolate, stuffed bears, cakes, hugs, emails, and other random pretty things (such as lasagne and crocodiles and accessories).
thank you for bringing me through yet another year.
i love you all.
1:52 PM
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Wednesday, September 27, 2006
11:44 PM
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Tuesday, September 26, 2006
| Personality Disorder Test Results
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8:57 PM
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Friday, September 22, 2006
its days like this with puffy eyes and a bloody jarring headache when happiness equals things like:
1. girl outings!
2. shopping, rehearsal, and sleepover at jackie's!!!!! we've been planning it for sooo long and finally! videos, giggling, videos, more giggling, ahah. tonight's going to be a blast.
3. shuen and jackie are the best people to shop with, they wont stop squealing at everything!
4. and oh caryn ive got so much to tell you i cant wait! (:
5. im gg to be re-affirmed this christmas. this means lessons, more singing, and shopping! >.<
6. ida's so huggable!
7. fridays are happy days! thank god for friday!
for the serenity to accept the things i cannot change.
12:54 PM
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Wednesday, September 20, 2006
Remembering everything about my world and when you came.
Wondering if the change you'd bring means nothing else would be the same.
Did you know what you were doing,
Did you know,
Did you know how you would move me?
Well, I don't really think so.
But the night came down and swept us away.
And the stars they seemed to paint the most elaborate scene today.
2:50 PM
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Monday, September 18, 2006
vulnerability increases the production of endorphins.
when vulnerable, we're so drugged by the chemicals released by the anticipation of pain therefore seriously impairing our ability to both make and act on decisions.
so is vulnerability antithetical to human survival?
perhaps the perceived nature and outcome of vulnerabilty is no more then a matter of conditioning, and the only variable is fear.
the fear of a wounded once-insurmountable defence mechanism, or the courage to be exhuastively exposed and fragmented apart.
of a lifetime's silence, a minute's grief.
3:03 PM
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