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♡ pyrrhic victory.
Sunday, April 11, 2010, 12:43 PM
I just want her to know that every now and then it's good to pause in our pursuit of happiness and just be happy. I just want her to know that even if hailstorm might came into action in just any moment now, I'll always be there alongside her, holding her in my embrace, tight and never letting go. Because for just this once, I'm not letting myself to feel the regret of losing, perhaps the last person I could love, and actually love me as dear back.
I'm back. YES. God, imagine all those days without having to update this poor blog. Owhm. Blov-vers... OKey,  so the camp was a skin-torturing one. I grew, darker and tanner, in terms of physical, on the contrary, grew more responsible/independent/confident than before, in terms of psychologically. If you're expecting an in-view of the 6day5night camp, well, that might have to delay a little later cause I'm in no mood and time to update in clear in-views details about the camp.(FYI: don't expect any photos cause apparently I've not been taking any photos during the camp)


Well, so I expect a brighter side from all of you once school reopens! Okey dokey, daa. 
As all-ways, LOVES.

WE WERE GIVEN:
TWO HANDS to hold.
TWO LEGS to walk.
TWO EYES to see.
TWO EARS to listen.

But why only ONE HEART to love?
Because the other was given to someone else.
For  T W O  to find.

P.S.I HEART THIS.