| 23 hours and 26 mins till the clock strikes a new year.. 2-0-1-2! wow.. i've had this xanga for quiet some time. and i still have the first emailed i ever created.. and i love it still. I'm back... maybe. 
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| I Love Period
When i give my heart away, there is no turning back.
Thats the great part, you'll never have to worry.
I know how to be unconditional, patient and understanding.
Actually, it is the only way i know how to be.
Plain and simply, i love.
How many times can someone open their heart in a lifetime?
Limitless amount of times. Its actually never closed only disguised.
Maybe each time its harder or maybe its easier but its always different and just as strong.
Wheres the between point of compromise and surrender?
How do you find the balance of, giving of your self and being who you are?
Mixing in the you with others?
Keeping your individuality and growing with someone, simultaneously?
These things I have yet to learn and have been some of the struggles throughout my life. And life keeps giving me opportunities to practice my way and i keep learning.
Still i feel far from effectively applying the things ive learned.
Once that happens... the world will be completely different. :O)
I'm stubborn and hard-headed i suppose. The same lessons keep beating me on the head and i think i can do the same things and get different results. When will i end this stupidity? Very obviously not this moment. Maybe in a few hours or perhaps tomorrow.
On another note. Have you ever seen a baby camel being born?
Well, im sorry but i almost puked.
Then he was so cute and I really want a little lamb.
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| i'm off to ARUBA at 6am and this is how excited i am --> 
something is wrong. with. me.
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| Great. thanks for the fun. Cya in a few jears.
i guess.
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| time and time again. a vacuum sweeps me up, i morph into something that isnt quiet me. and there it is. a distorted version of myself, now seeing from the outside in. ----------------------------------------------- like in the moobie mirrors.. there is always someone trapped in the mirror.. your brain. |
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