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this journal will be 90% lock to keep some people away.
comment to be added (:
i dont add blank journals unless i know who you are.
and anon comments will be screen.
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[Oct. 16th, 2008|08:50 am] |
Happy Belated 19th Birthday Low Jia Min
i had actually wanted to write this post yesterday but due to me falling close to extremly sick , i forgot about it. here i am journaling this for her because she's a one in a millon friend. like diamond our friendship arent fragil & she's damn precious to me. i dont usually write or talk alot about her or rather my friend in my journal if you notice , i dont know why either but i just dont have the habit of writting them out & constantly saying i love them , or maybe i once had this habit but no longer now.
min's prolly the one gift that god have send me to constantly remind me that there's love in this world & im love by everyone else around me. she know me best , my eating habits & my favourite food which prolly poo wouldnt know either. she's always there when i needed someone & forever being very worried for me. she's one that notice my strangest character & point it out to me & thats when i realize i should change & stop going MIA(s)
we'll always remember how we first met & eventually became best friends. the one night where we had BBQ over at bryan's , where everyone was downstair busy pigging out , we both were enjoying the dark moments in the bryan's room , both leg hang in the mist of the air , talking about anything & everything. one topic that i could remember was us discussing about whether bryan had some sort of spirit kept in his crib which freak us out (: HA. good ol' time.
thankyou for being sucha wonderful friend , for making me realize for once ive never trust the wrong person. thankyou for not abusing the trust i have for you , making me realize trusting someone arent that difficult.
thankyou for your constant reminder(s) , else i would have screwed up my life pretty badly.
thankyou for tolerating my MIA(s).
even thou at times i turn into green eye monster because of your surrounding friends , but i know you're one friend who wont forget about me (:
love you min <3
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[Oct. 16th, 2008|12:54 am] |
R once point out this poster with the phrase ' loving your enemies ' im trying to , im really trying very hard.
there can never be a second eileen fu ying ying , so please dont try to hard to be one.
& stop hiding like a mouse
in case you didnt know
Copy Cop"y\, v. t. [imp. & p. p. Copied; p. pr. & vb. n. Copying.] [Cf. F. copir, fr. LL. copiare. See Copy, n.]
1. To make a copy or copies of; to write; print, engrave, or paint after an original; to duplicate; to reproduce; to transcribe; as, to copy a manuscript, inscription, design, painting, etc.;
-- often with out, sometimes with off. I like the work well; ere it be demanded (As like enough it will), I'd have it copied. --Shak. Let this be copied out, And keep it safe for our remembrance. --Shak.
2. To imitate; to attempt to resemble, as in manners or course of life.
We copy instinctively the voices of our companions, their accents, and their modes of pronunciation. --Stewart.
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