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Thursday, July 15, 2004

I was just reading through my guestbook, and i find it great to remember the times i wrote down my thoughts, and how we shared our thoughts through that guestbook. and of course, i remembered what it was like to be with friends like you, in school or out of school. :) It may not have been a lot, but we have been through much, especially Drew and I. hay.... you all now have graduated, while i, on the other hand, will stay for another term, instead of the sought after october grad (i will graduating by january 2005, and i hope that this coming second term would be the last term i stay in DLSU, though i am pretty sure that i don't want to graduate yet, but it is different without you guys.) And we all have to move on.

Memories just came rushing back, and it is nice to feel those emotions again.:) It is somewhat different now, but i know you guys are still there for me.:)

And since i haven't been blogging for almost over a year now, except for a few times this year and the picture blog, it is kinda weird to be blogging again. a lot of you have stopped blogging. but anyway, i just probably had a dry spell or it is just that i have been enjoying more of the world (as if, but i think i am, experiencing new things, new emotions, with old and new friends). I do go out, and everytime i go out, there would always be this thought in my mind that i want to write about but end up forgetting about it or pushing it aside as i am trying to live the moment. :) anyway, i think, today is an exception. i hope this won't be the last. :)

i have been reading Purpose-Driven Life for the second time, and it is said that we are born to this world, with the family we are in, where we are and when we were born -- these were all chosen by God for a reason. ... and i like watching Mcleod's Daughters on tv, and the lead character dies leaving behind a half-sister and her daughter... i mean, the sister left their farm when their parents divorced and came back during their father's death,determined to just leave the farm to the other sister, but then upon knowing that the farm was in debt, this other sister stayed behind to help out and ended up liking it there, especially now that she is with her older sister... but then as i've said, the older sister dies in a freak car accident.... with regard to that, i think we do have a purpose in each other's life. i mean, in that series, both sisters had each other in the end because both can help each other in ways they didn't get to before, and now that they are boht without parents, they are now there for each other, especially now that there were harder things to face in their lives, but now they could help each other, and do things together.... and sometimes i think, am i born in this family because God challenges me to be better from what i already am? I just don't know, but probably it is one of God's way to help me change for the better ( i don't think it would be for the worst, because we make mistakes, but it is to learn from those that we become better people, and we do make the decisions)....

anyway, i maybe getting rusty with my writing. But still, i hope that you understood what i was saying. :)

anyway, gotta sleep.:)

hope to hear from you guys soon! :) miss you all! :o

And here is a favorite song of mine right now, titled MY HEART IS LIKE A RIVER, from the Hallmark series Mcleod's Daughters, Click here to visit their site.:

My Heart Is Like A River

My heart is like a river
My heart is like these hills
They never change
I never change
and I never will

You called and I came running
You cried and now I'm here
So hold this faith
accept our faith
These are little fears

We have enough to guide us
We have enough to last
We're not alone
we never were
you and I aren't lost

Oh hold me very tightly
Hold me fast and strong
I am your love
Won't stray from you
You and I belong

My heart is like a river
My heart is like these hills
They never change
I never change
and I never will



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