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babe, para d ka kno mag nose bleed. kwa ka frying pan, put some water with a little amount of salt tpos place mo on top of the heater. ga nose bleed ka da 2ngod sa cold, it's becoz of the humidity..

kasweet pod aning email ni gelo today oi. gawk. i cannot fcuking stop crying. i miss him it's unbelievable.

 

sadness, ako tapad sleep now is his yellow collared shirt. :( 4 more weeks pa. and we hardly make it on time sa IM. huhu.

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today, after laundry, we all went to ross which is adjacent to michael's and then checked k and g. i love some of the anne klein 2 watches(the cheaper line of ak) and baby phat stuff from k and g but did not get any cuz i only brought a hundred dollars, tas everything in k and g's like for huge people and for winter. ross is love, huge sizes din, no clothes, soooo warehouse kasi, but, i love the bags there. i might go back to get bags if i still had moolah. but, i got xoxo and nine west for my sisters, tas dockers wallets for their guys.

 

then we had dinner at teriyaki near walgreen's.. super pretty tsaka mabait yung chinese gal who took our orders. i had spicy chicken. at saka yung regular coke nila pala refillable and parang large coke sa pinas. haha. dinner= 8 dollars. oa.

 

i got some aveeno babies cream and palmers baby bottom cream for kenji love from walgreen's

:)

 

i think i might stay away from tacoma mall for the next 4 weeks. i feel silly being soooo materialistic et al.

 

God's really great, i realised dut He designed our bodies to cope with any situations/ circumstances/ weather around us. i can now wear my ballet flats! my feet seemed to have callous because of wearing sneakers the whole week. cannot live like dut.

 

and i am amused with the american architecture, we have been passing thru middle class family homes daily. nagagalingan talaga ako with how they make their houses. and the community.

 

i cannot take good pictures cuz i haven't figured out how to take the "shake" out of my camera.

 

thank You Lord for being faithful and seing me thru the whole time. lalo na last week when all my quizzes where sipyat. hahaha.

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She could write the scene three times over, from three points of view; her excitement was in the prospect of freedom, of being delivered from the cumbrous struggle between good and bad, heroes and villains. None of these three was bad, nor were they particularly good. She need not judge. There did not have to be a moral. She need only show separate minds, as alive as her own, struggling with the idea that other minds were equally alive. It wasn't only wickedness and scheming that made people unhappy, it was confusion and misunderstanding; above all, it was the failure to grasp the simple truth that other people are as real as you. And only in a story could you enter these different minds and show how they had an equal value. That was the only moral a story need have. - ewan mcgregor..

 

i want to go to a bookstore!