tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24990601234294082302024-03-13T18:49:14.159-07:00hope and happyness through paperwallsonly the shallow know themselvesKat.No.Worrieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07394514945412547782noreply@blogger.comBlogger52125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499060123429408230.post-10986787056703548572015-01-07T22:56:00.000-08:002015-01-07T22:56:22.339-08:00new year dreamI still have dreams about you, happy dreams they are, dreams wherein we just saw each other then reconcilled and then kissed and we lived happily ever after. But on the day before the New Year, ive had basically the same dream but you cried when you saw me, yes, there was one teardrop that fell from your right eye. And you neeeeveeer cry!!! Thats the thing that strucked me. Since then i havent stopped thinking about you.<br />
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My friends tell me to let you make the first move and i just have to wait. Maybe you're not ready yet or you have a girlfriend or maybe you just really moved on (unlike me, obviously). What will happen, will happen. But sometimes i think i owe you that first move, since i was the one who broke up with you. Im sorry if ive given up that easily that night when i told you to call it quits, gosh you dont know how badly i regret it until now.<br />
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I have loved you since that day when i called you my bestfriend. We were 12 then, wow 10 years have passed until now i have the same feelings for you, if not, only stronger. We saw each other when we were both invisible.<br />
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If this is not love, i dont know what is!! I always say to you then that i love you so much, actually, i love you too much. I hated myself for letting you go and i hated you for letting me go. Now all i have are memories and evertytime i remember them, i feel like my heart is tearing in bits and pieces. I want to scream, i want to go to your whereabouts and find you, but i just cant, i cant because im a girl....and im afraid to hear you say that you dont feel the same way :( but if given a chance, i would. I would because i believe in our story i still have faith in you my love.<br />
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I wrote this because i know no one reads this blog, its basically for my sanity. Maybe there is a 5% chance that you might read this and if that happens, maybe thats God working His magic.Kat.No.Worrieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07394514945412547782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499060123429408230.post-75344776904615836642014-06-01T08:05:00.001-07:002014-06-01T08:05:04.793-07:00After 4 years!!<span style="font-family: inherit;">Well hello there! It's been a while, a loooooong while since I last blogged, roughly 4 years! I am now 21 years old and a sem away from graduating college. Yes, life is good! I won't say that it's been perfect but it's goooooood :)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Actually I've been thinking about blogging again for the longest time, but I can't seem to fit it in my life again. But hey look at me now, thinking and typing. Oh how I missed this!<br />One of the reason why I got back is cos I am currently reviewing for my CPA Board Exam and I just need to have an activity to direct some of my energy but still keepin my mind working during my study breaks.( my dorm room was not really as fun as I anticipated). Second, twitter's micro blogging and instagram's photoblogging can't seem to satisfy me enough. I just want to write and share my thoughts, though I know that there's a possibility that no one will read this, haha! And lastly, I am so inspired by so many good bloggers and writers out there thinking to myself, "Kat, you can do that too!"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Unlike my old posts, I would try to make the tone a little lighter this time. Whenever I read the old ones, I'm like "Who is that girl??" haha!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I am so excited to make this blog bigger and better! I have things lined up in my head, it makes me dance :)</span><br />
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Kat.No.Worrieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07394514945412547782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499060123429408230.post-88993741874962630292010-07-15T01:01:00.000-07:002010-07-15T01:01:55.964-07:00i missed blogging<div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Hello everyone! i'm back. i havent had a post since April, well, i was busy, perhaps lazy but i missed that therapeutic feeling when im blogging, so, here I am again.</div><div align="justify">I never do a thing if I know I'm not so into it, so I needed to get that inspiration again before i returned here.</div><div align="justify"><br />
</div><div align="justify">Pardon if this post will be full of "I"s.</div><div align="justify"><br />
</div><div align="justify">So, it's 4 months till my big debut celebration, I am so thrilled with the venue,dress,guess lists, song choices, special numbers, photo shoots. I couldn't find a word enough to tell you how excited I am!! I want my party to be very simple yet regal and memorable for me and my guests. Above all, what really makes me happy is the part where I get to pick every single detail (since I am the youngest in my family, I never had that voice on decisions) so I am enjoying every minute of planning. </div><div align="justify">In those four months that I wasn't active here, a few things have happened and realized. </div><div align="justify">I lost a special friend that was the last person I could ever imagine leaving me. He's the most genuine and so soft-hearted person I've known. We may be apart for this time and it's breaking my heart every time I remember, but he knows that I have reserved a corner in my heart just for him, only for him. He said he'll love me even after forever, so I'll wait for forever to end, till our time comes.</div><div align="justify"><br />
</div><div align="justify">In the mean time, I'll focus on my studies and becoming a woman of substance that I've always dreamed of being, like my mom. Speaking of my mom, there are a lot of things that have happened since she left 9 months ago, I clean the house, do the laundry once in a while, basically kept the household together. I am now sure I really love cooking, and though I gave up my dream of becoming a professional chef to taking up Accountancy, I didn't regret it. I found out that I can cook even just here at our house. And the feeling I get when people say that my food is good and that my friends are proud of me is so rewarding. </div><div align="justify"><br />
</div><div align="justify">In my one year of blogging, I think this is one of the few posts that was very personal since I use songs or poetry to express my feelings. I am not sure if I'll change the theme of my blog or if I'll rename it or what. All I know is that I am now ready to make this better!</div><div align="justify"><br />
</div><div align="justify">Welcome back to me!!:))</div><div align="justify"><br />
</div><div align="justify">-Kathleen </div>Kat.No.Worrieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07394514945412547782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499060123429408230.post-64442869932178203442010-04-30T02:12:00.001-07:002010-04-30T02:12:58.618-07:00things are so bad, i couldn't put them in words...Kat.No.Worrieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07394514945412547782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499060123429408230.post-67700672843884519862010-04-16T05:31:00.000-07:002010-04-16T05:31:12.875-07:00my slippers<div style="text-align: left;"></div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><div style="text-align: left;">when i was a little girl,</div><div style="text-align: left;">i hang out with my friends on my slippers</div><div style="text-align: left;">it helped me through with teh running across the streets</div><div style="text-align: left;">and climbing over our neighbor's fences</div><div style="text-align: left;">we played every game we know, and laugh at each other's jokes</div><div style="text-align: left;">when mr. sun is about to go down, </div><div style="text-align: left;">i say "goodbye and see you next time" to my playing buddies</div><div style="text-align: left;">my mom must be at our doorsteps waiting for me</div><div style="text-align: left;">i went home with the dirty feet but with a happy heart</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">when i soon got to middle school</div><div style="text-align: left;">my slippers were called flipflops</div><div style="text-align: left;">and i dont play on streets anymore</div><div style="text-align: left;">my toe nails are colored and my hair is dyed</div><div style="text-align: left;">i use my fliflops to sneak in to my boyfriend's house</div><div style="text-align: left;">or go to malls with my bff's around the town</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">now, im turning eighteen,</div><div style="text-align: left;">i dont know where my slippers will bring me</div><div style="text-align: left;">but i hope, it'll be to beautiful places</div><div style="text-align: left;">or vacations i've alway wanted</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">every season, i understand i have to change </div><div style="text-align: left;">my slippers and my perspectives</div><div style="text-align: left;">i was not taught how to dream, </div><div style="text-align: left;">but i started it since i was a girl</div><div style="text-align: left;">dreaming for success and a woderful man</div><div style="text-align: left;">from slippers to stilettos!</div>Kat.No.Worrieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07394514945412547782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499060123429408230.post-23334647267136991842010-04-13T04:24:00.000-07:002010-04-13T04:24:44.261-07:00ancient unimportant historynow i know that<br />
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<blockquote><span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">moving on is different from letting go</span></blockquote>Kat.No.Worrieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07394514945412547782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499060123429408230.post-47285722386964335622010-04-08T05:06:00.000-07:002010-04-08T05:07:07.400-07:00distance and time<blockquote><span style="color: #93c47d;">You are always on my mind</span><br />
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<span style="color: #93c47d;">all I do is count the days</span><br />
<span style="color: #93c47d;">where are you now?</span><br />
<span style="color: #93c47d;">I know I never let you down</span><br />
<span style="color: #93c47d;">I will never go away</span><br />
<span style="color: #93c47d;">I really wish that you'd stay but what can we do</span><br />
<span style="color: #93c47d;">all the days that you've been gone I dreamed about you</span><br />
<span style="color: #93c47d;">and I anticipate the day that you will come home, home, home</span><br />
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<span style="color: #93c47d;">No matter how far you are</span><br />
<span style="color: #93c47d;">no matter how long it takes him</span><br />
<span style="color: #93c47d;">through distance and time</span><br />
<span style="color: #93c47d;">I'll be waiting</span><br />
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<span style="color: #93c47d;">and if you have to walk a million miles</span><br />
<span style="color: #93c47d;">I'll wait a million days to see you smile</span><br />
<span style="color: #93c47d;">distance and time, I'll be waiting</span><br />
<span style="color: #93c47d;">will you take a train, to meet me where I am</span><br />
<span style="color: #93c47d;">are you on your way?</span><br />
<span style="color: #93c47d;">I will never do anything to hurt you</span><br />
<span style="color: #93c47d;">I'll never live without you</span><br />
<span style="color: #93c47d;">You are always on my mind</span><br />
<span style="color: #93c47d;">all I do is count the days</span><br />
<span style="color: #93c47d;">where are you now?</span></blockquote><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dTJzdUDWjxw&feature=related">watch the video here:)</a>Kat.No.Worrieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07394514945412547782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499060123429408230.post-8888691734205798772010-04-02T20:59:00.000-07:002010-04-02T21:01:49.114-07:00Goodmorning!For the past few days, I'm learning to say goodmoring to myself and to God everytime I wake up. After a good night's sleep, starting the day with an open heart and free spirit can boost your energy for the coming day. Well, we don't know what that day has to offer us so better start it beautifully. <br />
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Well, it's holy week, the least I can do is to pray every morning and night, that can never amount to how Jesus have suffered. While I was in the church yesterday, I realized that His suffering was a no-joke, He suffered big time to save me, to save us. Even through all of that, Jesus neveer complained, so who am I to complain. The hardships and pain I have gone through and will go through my lifetime is just a tiny bit compared to His. <br />
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I have read a bunch of good inspirational books, and I am trying to share them to the people who I think are lost or want to know God more like I do.<br />
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<blockquote>Love moves in mysterious ways,<br />
It's always so surprising <br />
When love appears over the horizon<br />
I love you for the rest of my days,<br />
It's always a mystery<br />
How you ever came to me,<br />
Which only proves,<br />
Love moves in mysterious ways.<br />
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I thought of changing it to..<br />
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<blockquote>God moves in mysterious ways,<br />
It's always so surprising<br />
How God appears over the horizon.<br />
I love God for the rest of my days,<br />
It's always a mystery<br />
How God ever came to me,<br />
Which only proves,<br />
God moves in mysterious ways.<br />
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<strong>GOD IS LOVE! :)</strong><br />
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Goodmorning!!Kat.No.Worrieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07394514945412547782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499060123429408230.post-22436673261141834282010-03-31T02:52:00.000-07:002010-03-31T02:52:10.502-07:00time understands loveOnce upon a time there was an island where all the feelings lived; Happiness, Sadness, Knowledge and all the others...including Love. One day it was announced to all the feelings that the island was going to sink to the bottom of the sea. So all the feelings prepares their boats to leave. Love was the only one that stayed. She wanted to preserve the island until the last possible moment. When the island was almost totally under, Love decided it was time to leave.. She began looking for someone to ask for help. Just then Richness was passing by in a grand boat. Love asked "Richness, can I come with you in your boat?" Richness answered "I'm sorry, but there is a lot of silver and gold on my boat and there would be no room for you.". Then love decided to ask Vanity, for help who was passing with a beautiful vessel. Love cried out, " Vanity, help me please." I can't help you, you are all wet and will damage my beautiful boat". Next, Love saw Sadness passing by. Love said, "Sadness, please let me go with you." Sadness answered, "Love, I'm sorry but I need to be alone now." then, Love saw Happiness, Love cried out, but he was soo overjoyed that he cannot hear Love callin to him. Love began to cry. Then, she heard a voice say, "Come Love, I will tkae you with me". It was an elder. Love felt so happy she even forgot to ask who that elder was. When they arrived, Love realized how much she owed the elder, but it's too late, the elder was gone. Love then found knowledge and asked, "Who was it that helped me?" "It was Time", "But why did Time helped me when no one else wouldn't?" Love asked. Knowledge smiles and with a deep wisdoma nd sincerity, answered, "Because only Time is capable of understanding how great Love is."<br />
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This is a re-post, i just saw it while I was browsing for a privilege speech in our class.<br />
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Whether falling in love or moving on form it, all we need is the perfect time. But also, take note that Time is just an aid, we need to work on it ourselves also.Kat.No.Worrieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07394514945412547782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499060123429408230.post-20535257249824787562010-03-22T20:32:00.000-07:002010-03-22T20:33:04.623-07:00id risk to fall, just to know how it feels to fly<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPD9wXU1LVCbYf9fFvteL6DDm-M8Pec2Pw6c3m0TAlFkT6ObrMvtoJctlmPNZ6Bh6vz4YsSLhARxPEyTrYWb4R6SDcS3NSwtNgdJ1oOxkmeSQ2AYc36liEYnDd8xfT2du9rICiwMmPhx4/s1600-h/14282830.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPD9wXU1LVCbYf9fFvteL6DDm-M8Pec2Pw6c3m0TAlFkT6ObrMvtoJctlmPNZ6Bh6vz4YsSLhARxPEyTrYWb4R6SDcS3NSwtNgdJ1oOxkmeSQ2AYc36liEYnDd8xfT2du9rICiwMmPhx4/s320/14282830.jpg" vt="true" /></a></div><br />
Risk, it’s kinda small and easy thing to deal with until I had hardships myself.<br />
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I’m afraid, you can’t blame me.<br />
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Now I know that really, life is a waiting game. A love that started bad will end badly. You just have to wait until you can restart fresh and new to not be able to commit the same old mistakes again. \<br />
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Time and Love goes hand in hand.Kat.No.Worrieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07394514945412547782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499060123429408230.post-25555625463187511172010-03-22T19:52:00.000-07:002010-03-22T19:52:36.062-07:00girls react, women deal with it<div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I know it has been a while since my last post, it’s just that my life is turning upside down these past few weeks.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Now I understand that, the more you go deeper in your faith, the more problems you’ll have. Sometimes, I think that it is too much for me to handle but come to think of it, these burdens maybe more than I would like to bear but less than I can take, I know im strong, I can get through this. I just don’t know when.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">MOTIVES, we can never tell a person’s motives until and unless we’re in that person’s shoes or at least read minds. No one really knows what is going on a person’s mind when he\she does things. We can neither say its good nor bad. And, it is excruciating to know that the people who don’t know you can easily judge you, I never knew how hard it was until I experienced it myself. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I have no problem in getting over little fights with my sisters, but then, it is very painful to me that they actually think that I have no concern at all for our family. Im 17, I know things, I’m not a little girl anymore who just eat and sleep at our house. Atleast, I should have a say on what’s going on our household, especially, our mom is not around for quite some time. The only thing I wanna say, and I haven’t said this one, I wish they can realize that I also think for the betterment of everybody. And I am tired of showing them my brave face when actually, I’m breaking inside every time that we fight. Besides, they don’t know how hard it is to just be still and witness the changes in their lives, their decisions as well as the pressure of not redoing their mistakes. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I know, things will definitely not be the same again, but I miss the old times, I miss it when we were all just studying and dependent to our parents. Now, everybody’s movin out of the house and starting a new life, I feel for my parents, it’s as if, they’re leaving the three of us already. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">So I guess I’ll have to plan my debut by myself. It’s sad but challenging. It’s very ironic that I want to be independent but also dependent at some point. I can’t even figure it out myself.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">This summer, I want to earn my own money (I hope I can find a way how to) so that I can prove to my family and the people, that I can get things done with my own efforts with no one backing me up. Also, I want to bond with my old friends and have a time of our lives. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I MISS MY FRIENDS, I MISS MY MOM, I MISS IT WHEN I DON’T CARE ABOUT THINGS.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">greets more people</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">tries making time efficient </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">does the things not usual</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">putting priorities first</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">sets aside worries</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">breaks new grounds</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">wants to make more change </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">and</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">BECOMING A BETTER PERSON EVERYDAY </div>Kat.No.Worrieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07394514945412547782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499060123429408230.post-33977438620374559802010-02-08T04:57:00.000-08:002010-02-08T04:57:40.866-08:00catching bliss is not that easy<div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The wind can blow hard and cover our face. At the time, we won’t be able to see clearly, irrationalized judgments, unparallel perceptions.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">It’s really amazing how my last week have turned out. I was studying harder than ever for our exams, suddenly deleting my facebook account for no reaason, unexpected calls from a past person in my past relationship in my past life, a very high longing for my mother and a bunch of feuds with my sisters. But well, im ok now.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">At those tough times, I tend to see no light in that darkness, but i was left very proud of myself, my faith kicked in! remember, last post I was talking about me praying for enough faith?. Well, now I should say, yes there is no such thing as enough faith but also, the littlest faith can put you through your darkest days. Why worry when you can pray?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Last Thursday, I actually didn’t know how to push through, but look, its already Monday, and I got over it. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Also, the homily last night put my faith one step farther, I learned, God’s help sometimes doesn’t interfere unless we’re loosing hope and we feel we have nothing. But the moment we think we’ve done our part, surrendering everything to Him is an undeniably good option to think about.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">God Bless us all!:)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">.kathleen.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div>Kat.No.Worrieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07394514945412547782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499060123429408230.post-49762882736615525782010-01-30T04:33:00.000-08:002010-01-30T04:33:30.065-08:00better best<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5Conythcyj9ShP1FrDGuKa-BCNxhwfamKHkhwPgKYjAUCDiF7K5kKh6eHkmNFFqvwffN-IepE803tSqp1mPhfVLWhuQE6ZqwoZ_XHiNVxOESxeYwcTsR-E1zaIapTqThqryzUGVUk5jY/s1600-h/how-much-enough.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" kt="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5Conythcyj9ShP1FrDGuKa-BCNxhwfamKHkhwPgKYjAUCDiF7K5kKh6eHkmNFFqvwffN-IepE803tSqp1mPhfVLWhuQE6ZqwoZ_XHiNVxOESxeYwcTsR-E1zaIapTqThqryzUGVUk5jY/s320/how-much-enough.jpg" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #fce5cd;">People really cannot settle for less, we can never have enough </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #fce5cd;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #fce5cd;">We cannot have enough things to accomplish, money to spend, love to give, empathy to care, faith to become saints and many more. I think it is not that we want everything, but it’s man’s nature. We wish we have more.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #fce5cd;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #fce5cd;">This week, in my business organization class, the mentor wanted us to have a speech about leadership. I think I did great, but I wish could have done it better. Well, it’s done I cannot go back through time. But the point is, I know in myself , I’m better than that so next time, ill give my better best!</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #fce5cd;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #fce5cd;">Sometimes, when I feel I’m at the peak of my faith, I pray. “Lord, I hope I’ve stored enough faith that can help me through the coming storms you planned for me”. But in time I proved that wrong, we cannot have enough faith, because God doesn’t give easy undertakings, He gives us the toughest ones, tougher than the last ones, more than we can imagine. The faith I’ve stored will somehow fall short. Giving me this ever-wanting feeling to acquire more faith every day I wake up in the morning, </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #fce5cd;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #fce5cd;">I find it strange when I ask people “Are you happy?” Then they’ll say ”Yes, super happy”…after few months, asking them the same question..they’ll say “I’m happier than ever!”..so I therefore conclude, we can never have enough happiness, the happier we are now, the more we expect to be happier in the future.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #fce5cd;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #fce5cd;">We cannot do enough good, the moment we slip or just one fatal mistake, everything you’ve earned, they’re all erased and you’re back to zero again.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #fce5cd;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #fce5cd;">We cannot have enough love, the heart can stop beating and give up.or, the love a person has is not enough to make another love him/her back. Sometimes, love's just ain't enough.It’s a sad realization.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #fce5cd;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #fce5cd;">Also, I should say, we can never have enough experiences and knowledge. If experience is the best teacher, that teacher will not give the same exam questions over and over again right?..life is like an never ending textbook full of drills and problem exercises, we can never have enough of them to say we’re already good and that we know everything.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #fce5cd;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #fce5cd;">Things are just not enough.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #fce5cd;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #fce5cd;"></span></div>Kat.No.Worrieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07394514945412547782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499060123429408230.post-26554669773050055742010-01-09T03:43:00.000-08:002010-01-09T04:19:02.527-08:00we all are like a child<div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">When we’re little, we all are afraid of the dark because of the monsters our parents used to get us to sleep. When we grow older, there are worse monsters: loneliness, heartaches, regrets and a whole bunch of problems that big people needs to face. Those are bigger monsters that still can make us afraid of the dark even we think we’re all good and stronger. <br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Sleeping is the easiest thing to do, you just have to close your eyes. But for some, it is the hardest thing to even grasp. The dark is scary that makes even re-opening the eyes is frightening knowing you’re all alone in the room, that somebody’s carefully watching you just waiting for his right timing to attack and hurt you,<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">But there are people, around us who are willing to not to go anywhere and leave us, people who wants to give their best shot on us, people who loves us though we can’t give them more than just our attention. All we need to do is to realize, we are not alone.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">It is time to break grounds, set new parameters and be open to change. It is never awkward to be alone in the dark, we all have down and scary moments. It is ok to be afraid just like a child, it is ok only if you’ll get back to your normal self and realize that after the dark, there comes a light. It is not always night time, soon, dusk will come and the monsters that we made ourselves will be gone,<br />
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</div>Kat.No.Worrieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07394514945412547782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499060123429408230.post-66315332101213418852010-01-08T23:10:00.000-08:002010-01-08T23:10:02.493-08:00the end where we begin<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTdDPxHTbKzxpUXfoGDwWHHK1uzKMkn4O7RnvjLTr4d_8NKd9K4-d1nk63xrXVXuAk3BQ5Q3O5QWhjzXJxewjzrawNKF5igqrCs1G5kl1k_WAaSDyrM8NTtZmFesTEZ4IJ6DhucFNzSu4/s1600-h/fireworks_of_love_postcard-p239224667147803296qibm_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ps="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTdDPxHTbKzxpUXfoGDwWHHK1uzKMkn4O7RnvjLTr4d_8NKd9K4-d1nk63xrXVXuAk3BQ5Q3O5QWhjzXJxewjzrawNKF5igqrCs1G5kl1k_WAaSDyrM8NTtZmFesTEZ4IJ6DhucFNzSu4/s320/fireworks_of_love_postcard-p239224667147803296qibm_400.jpg" /></a><br />
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<span style="color: #ead1dc;">Time brings us joys and sorrows, love and heartaches, victories and disappointments. As 2010 approaches, I am so excited of what this year has to offer me. Yes, I have learned a lot from the past year but knowing how to apply it at the same time not ruining the present situation is a big dilemma for me. I wish I could make the right decisions this time.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #ead1dc;">INCONSISTENCY is my number one problem bout random things in my life right now, I’m used to plan a thing and think it over and over again in my mind then somehow I can make it happen and pull it off . After a while I lose interest and just stop doing it. I don’t if it’s what we call laziness. Maybe, I just really couldn’t stick on a thing and maintain that high commitment to get to the end or I’m just really good at planning but not on the “getting things done “ stage. This year, I wanna see clear and real results, I wanna see things change and improve before my eyes, and I cross my fingers for this and ofcourse work!</span><br />
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<span style="color: #ead1dc;">HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!</span>Kat.No.Worrieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07394514945412547782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499060123429408230.post-38037572024635376072009-12-16T04:17:00.000-08:002009-12-16T04:17:00.146-08:00down underI should have stopped,<br />
I should have listened<br />
I should have taken my time<br />
I wish I didn't go down the line<br />
Down to the last stream<br />
It went out in a whim<br />
I tried to hold on to it<br />
But I think, I've danced the last beat<br />
Doomed like a barren land<br />
I couldn't do anything, so I ran<br />
Through mountains, across pavements<br />
Just to smell that precious scent again<br />
I walked in my toes<br />
Prick me hard, prick me harder<br />
I'm numb and not feeling any better<br />
I wish to sleep so I'll not feel it<br />
I'm emptyKat.No.Worrieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07394514945412547782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499060123429408230.post-63572612279601603432009-12-09T05:16:00.000-08:002009-12-09T05:16:58.409-08:00I wonder?...<div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">This Cold winter Breeze<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Never seize to stop this night<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I feel like I really am in fright<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">This feeling I can't seem to understand<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Maybe because I just miss you tonight.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I feel some weird things on my chest<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">as I write this poem on my desk<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">My arms, my legs continue to weaken<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">as my mind asks "when will I see you again?"<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Oh My Sweetest,<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">After Knocking me off my feet,<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">My heart had an unhealable disease,<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">When I'm with you, is the only time it beats.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I wonder if the time would freeze,<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">can we fly together?, please?<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Im sorry, I can't stop but to wonder<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">It's just so hard for my mind not to ponder.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">alas, I end my poem with this thought I pondered<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">You are everything,<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">if you can't have nothing more,<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">then I'll be nothing more.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">but your lover.<br />
</div>Kat.No.Worrieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07394514945412547782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499060123429408230.post-33591746624930962152009-11-16T00:48:00.000-08:002009-11-16T00:54:34.743-08:00love caged<div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong><span style="background-color: #d9d2e9;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="background-color: black;">I had my fair share of my cryings and goodbyes,</span></span></span></span></strong></span><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong><span style="background-color: #d9d2e9;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="background-color: black;">The world saw how I got beyond the lines,</span></span></span></span></strong></span><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong><span style="background-color: #d9d2e9;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="background-color: black;">So I put my heart on a box and put it out of sight.</span></span></span></span></strong></span><br />
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</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong><span style="background-color: #d9d2e9;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="background-color: black;">Just when I thought I was alone but fine, </span></span></span></span></strong></span><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong><span style="background-color: #d9d2e9;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="background-color: black;">You caught me off guard, I never needed any sign.</span></span></span></span></strong></span><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong><span style="background-color: #d9d2e9;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="background-color: black;">But still I am afraid to give myself to love one more time.</span></span></span></span></strong></span><br />
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</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong><span style="background-color: #d9d2e9;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="background-color: black;">You said I was your sweetest dream you ever had,</span></span></span></span></strong></span><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong><span style="background-color: #d9d2e9;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="background-color: black;">I say, I want you back so bad.</span></span></span></span></strong></span><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong><span style="background-color: #d9d2e9;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="background-color: black;">I am not saying my goodbye nor forever,</span></span></span></span></strong></span><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong><span style="background-color: #d9d2e9;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="background-color: black;">So can we wait a while longer?</span></span></span></span></strong></span><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong><span style="background-color: #d9d2e9;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="background-color: black;">Cause things can never be the same again,</span></span></span></span></strong></span><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong><span style="background-color: #d9d2e9;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="background-color: black;">But hey, I really can't complain.</span></span></span></span></strong></span><br />
</div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong><span style="background-color: #d9d2e9;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="background-color: black;">If I can just travel through time,</span></span></span></span></strong></span><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong><span style="background-color: #d9d2e9;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="background-color: black;">I'll go back and just let us be.</span></span></span></span></strong></span><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong><span style="background-color: #d9d2e9;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="background-color: black;">It's all because of me, I'm sorry.</span></span></span></span></strong></span><br />
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</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong><span style="background-color: #d9d2e9;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="background-color: black;">There is no need for us to rush,</span></span></span></span></strong></span><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong><span style="background-color: #d9d2e9;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="background-color: black;">Time can heal her broken heart</span></span></span></span></strong></span><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong><span style="background-color: #d9d2e9;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="background-color: black;">And whatever the he-says, she-says</span></span></span></span></strong></span><br />
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</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong><span style="background-color: #d9d2e9;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="background-color: black;">Someday, there will be a time for us</span></span></span></span></strong></span><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong><span style="background-color: #d9d2e9;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="background-color: black;">When no question will be asked</span></span></span></span></strong></span><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong><span style="background-color: #d9d2e9;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="background-color: black;">And no conceiling of happiness in our masks.</span></span></span></span></strong></span><br />
</div>Kat.No.Worrieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07394514945412547782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499060123429408230.post-83656623797032469142009-11-11T01:15:00.000-08:002009-11-11T01:21:34.787-08:00happy birthday to me:)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLnwmjU1oiql8U86Z0VgvsOJzADEQPRgRYZu1m2Lg6eB6zHuAuPyq0O7OrTMayQ13CckboEyC2lFIeZwJgwt2pQ6trFO_GhgPaRpH1HZNMlNr13tkJ1YP3ERzDw2Nx4qJRsjEoLsabvxQ/s1600-h/seventeen!.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLnwmjU1oiql8U86Z0VgvsOJzADEQPRgRYZu1m2Lg6eB6zHuAuPyq0O7OrTMayQ13CckboEyC2lFIeZwJgwt2pQ6trFO_GhgPaRpH1HZNMlNr13tkJ1YP3ERzDw2Nx4qJRsjEoLsabvxQ/s320/seventeen!.jpg" /></a><br />
</div><div align="center"> </div>Kat.No.Worrieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07394514945412547782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499060123429408230.post-6593840760014749012009-11-05T04:31:00.000-08:002009-11-05T04:43:45.148-08:00by leaps and bounds<div align="justify">I'd like to make myself believe<br />
</div><div align="justify">That planet Earth turns slowly<br />
</div><div align="justify">It's hard to say that I'd rather stay<br />
</div><div align="justify">Awake when I'm asleep<br />
</div><div align="justify">'Cause everything is never as it seems<br />
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</div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">fireflies by owl city</span><br />
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</div><div align="justify">As I walk through the highlands of life, everything is tentative, things differ by leaps and bounds. I want to change the world but i'd rather sleep. I want to move mountains, but my hands are puny. I want to build permanent sandcastles, but everytime the water fills the shore, all I was left with was just the remains of my hopes and dreams. Everything is never what as it seems.<br />
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</div><div align="justify">Have you heard the term "tempering of eggs" in cooking?<br />
</div><div align="justify">well, I don't have much knowledge about culinary techniques but I enjoy cooking and I've heard this term...<br />
</div><div align="justify">Since eggs is very easy to cook. Hastening to mix it with a mixture of higher temprature will cause it to scramble, and as cooks, we don't want that to happen. So, we add a small amount of a hot liquid into relatively cooler eggs in order to warm them up first after warming them up, you could pour the whole amount already.<br />
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</div><div align="justify">Enough with the technicality stuff, I just thought, maybe doing things in a hurry is never good. Everything has a purpose and they have the right time to be made and achieved, this saying has already been quite used up, but it's true. We could also do things a little at a time, and doing this can let us think of brighter ideas as we go along.Temper the eggs, wait for the right time!<br />
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</div><div align="justify"> The last week, I realized, a lot of things must be taken seriously but we must go back to the very basic, and think of what realy matters the most for our own selves.<br />
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</div><div align="justify">For the past nights, I had difficulties on sleeping, I had a conclusion...I am really a constant thinker, not sure if an over thinker but thinking has become a hobby for me. I can't help it, a thought will lead to another thought then another till I took notice that I am already not trying to sleep, instead just thinking. As of now, I am not seeing negative reactions about my constant thinking so I'll continue it ( as if I can stop it that easily?). And besides, thinking is an exercise right?<br />
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</div><div align="justify">A thought that's really bugging me up is.."Is life really just black and white? or is it black and white with spendid colors?" . I am looking forward on answering that question in my head soon. You can help me if you want.^^<br />
</div>Kat.No.Worrieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07394514945412547782noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499060123429408230.post-53611004783580577552009-10-27T00:24:00.000-07:002009-10-27T01:09:16.143-07:00I swam for a while. till I drowned.When I woke up this morning, some things are now different. My mom isn't yelling at me telling me to do things or go up from bed atleast, my dad is sleeping wth us in our room leaving the master's bedroom empty, I got a passing grade from my Accounting subject, I have a new schedule for this coming semester. Yeah, I can tell, a whole new bunch of stuff is going on.<br />
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I have been swimming deeper down under my self-made ocean for a little while letting myself vulnerable until I drowned, I was horrified when I knew, I was leaving in the past. Past people and past events, I have let them conquer my life. I know it's a lame and absurd thing that I must end..I was drowned and merely awackened.<br />
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Till last night, I was my daddy's little princess and my mommy's baby, well I am not saying that their princess and baby is gone, but let's say, I'm different now. Experienced. Changed.<br />
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I already know how to dream, dream for the future,myself's betterment. The past doesn't stand a chance on holding me back anymore, goodbye my yesteryear. And now I can say, I'm very ecstatic to worry about today's problem that can affect my tomorrow!Kat.No.Worrieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07394514945412547782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499060123429408230.post-49212063547090688262009-10-24T19:16:00.000-07:002009-10-24T19:19:19.977-07:00i go back and fourth<div align="left">I hate the world today<br />
You're so good to me<br />
I know but I can't change<br />
Tried to tell you<br />
But you look at me like maybe<br />
I'm an angel underneath<br />
Innocent and sweet<br />
Yesterday I cried<br />
Must have been relieved to see<br />
The softer side<br />
I can understand how you'd be so confused<br />
I don't envy you<br />
I'm a little bit of everything<br />
All rolled into one<br />
</div><div align="left">Just when you think, you got me figured out<br />
The season's already changing<br />
I think it's cool, you do what you do<br />
And don't try to save me<br />
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I'm a<span style="font-size: large;"> <strike>bitch</strike></span>, I'm a <strike><span style="font-size: large;">tease</span></strike><br />
</div><div align="left">I'm a <strike><span style="font-size: large;">goddess</span> </strike>on my knees<br />
</div><div align="left">When you hurt, when you suffer<br />
</div><div align="left">I'm your <strike><span style="font-size: large;">angel </span></strike>undercover<br />
</div><div align="left">I've been <strike><span style="font-size: large;">numb</span></strike>, I'm <strike><span style="font-size: large;">revived</span></strike><br />
</div><div align="left">Can't say I'm not alive<br />
</div><div align="left">You know I wouldn't want it any other way<br />
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</div><div align="left"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"> by Meredith Brooks.</span><br />
</div><div align="left"><span style="font-size: large;">"I don't know exactly who I am, and I am stilll finding it, what I know is who I am not"</span><span style="font-size: small;"> .As I watch 90210 last night, I was thrilled by Jessica Stroup's character.</span><br />
</div><div align="left"><span style="font-size: small;">Yes, I go back and fouth, but who cares, I am only 16! </span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I am a good girl,<br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I don't smoke, drink nor party all night long<br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> Simply living my life with solitariness,<br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And would like to keep it that way until I'm already successful<br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">its what I enjoy at this point of my life<br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I believe that there is a time for everything<br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I am a good girl who believes that celebrating a debut<br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">is what every girl should want<br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I love shopping with my mommy,<br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The shopping thing--can live without it<br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">But I would die without my mom<br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> Always yielding at the brighter side of negative things<br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">is my first response<br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Simple mishaps can't easily burst my bubble<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I want to discover new horizons<br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">that would fit my puny and little arms<br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I want to know what I want and remain firm on it.<br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">basically, yes,<br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I am still finding my wings to fly<br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Surely, tough times will come<br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">but I have no worries,<br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">because I am armored with experiences and love<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">maybe, I am still in the making of becoming<br />
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