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Friday, July 28, 2006


I sat down to do my homework,
but all my thoughts just distracted me.
I like to reminisce about the past to hide my present.
It puts a smile on my face.
One of the cutest guys wanted to get to know me.
We talked about everything and fell in love
with each other, without even realizing it.
At school, we would make faces at each other
and call each other names, giving us a thrill.
All it took was one night, when I was upset.
A few words & tears to make me realize,
I was in love... with you.
I knew for sure the way I felt and it felt real.
I was taken to a higher point in my life,
knowing somebody actually felt the same for me.
I remember those two mornings when school
let out early for vacation.
We left school and nobody knew where we were,
it was just us together.
We got to know each other well, those two days.
During school there were some downfalls
and it made me feel sad.
The good past can't cover up the pain,
only because I was hurt so much,
by the guy who said... he loved me much.
If so, why did he make me feel low, instead of high?
Things have changed, but I love him so much,
after all he... is my perfect smile.

7:27 AM

Anger

It's much easier to understand anger than to change it and reduce the behaviour that results from it.You are angry because you are.There are no ten steps to make your anger go away. Anger and agression can both destroy and create. Do not burden yourself with anger or try to walk the ungodly path of perfection.You will never make it.Your best lessons in life will not come from your great successes;they will come from making your mistakes and moving forward.

It's Me


well there's nothing much about me that i can say... two things people know bout me a good listener and observer...but they don really know who i really am... maybe i juz don wan them to know or i'm juz afraid to open up my heart to people... its hard for me to trust people...my nickname is nana.. nana is just my alterego... i think i have split personality ...i could be your worst nightmare or maybe the light of your life...you be the judge...all i can say is only GOD knows who i really am... obviously...

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