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FIRST
HEYYY.[[: welcome! i think that's all for the welcoming[[: just pay off some RESPECT, mmkay? have a nice day[[:


LITTLE MISS

KAISA. thirteen. o8:18:94. queen of pigtails. goddess of hopeless romance ♥ princess of confusion. damsel in distress. a writer in the making. hidden rockstar. and a little bit of everything.


CLICKIES
eena
kev
romina
janine
camille
nika
lara
katrin
kim
sharlene
isabel
jhoi


TALK



LALALA

someone's watching over me - hillary duff
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BEFORE
May 2007
June 2007
July 2007
August 2007
September 2007


classes are back tomorrow
Tuesday, August 28, 2007 5:23 PM ♥

4-day vacation is over. what the HECK. oh well[[:

ohh, remember brother christian jordan? he made our class fell in love with him. what an effective POTION. hahah[[: kidding. well, with all those looks and attitude, it's no wonder. anyway, he sent a column for our class newspaper, care of D.O.H. here's his column.


Thank You
Having eyes to see what we have been given
Philippians 4:8


The gentle touch of a friend. The surprise birthday party. A wonderful meal. A quiet walk. A stimulating conversation. 3 packs of Cheese Ring. A simple letter. A mellow sunset. A little stuff toy. A moment of solitude. A childhood memory. A gripping book. A memorable ring. An inspiration. A rainbow connection. Appropriate timing in doing good. A sense of Gods presence. A simulating project. Receiving unexpected gift. A copy of D.OH newspaper. Worship. Play. Prayer. Silence. Work. Love. Peace. Friendship. Family.
As I allow my mind to wander over the many facets of my life, I cannot but help be amazed. Here and there are the marks of love, the sign of goodness, and the indications of grace. Here and there are the gifts of compassion, the fruit of service, the signs of hope, the gift of new friendship I found in you, the blessings undeserved. Every time I experience real goodness or gentleness I know it is a gift.
But we need eyes to see and a heart to appreciate what has been given to us. We can rush past. We can so bent on wanting more through comparing ourselves with others that we fail to enjoy the good that has already been placed in our hands.
Thankfulness cannot be an occasional addendum. It is a way of life in which the present is celebrated, the giver is thanked, and we live with a sense of amazement that so much has been placed in such undeserving hands.

To all of youthank you so much


well, it's not really the type of an article that will make your tear fall but it would give your heart a little pinch. it feels different kasi eh. the feeling of being a part of a person's life even just in a week. bein g the first class he facilitated in a recollection. it makes you feel unique even if some of your classmates are exaggerating and whatsoever. oh well[[: anyway, thank you, brother christian!

back with the real deal, tomorrow classes are back. good thing class is till out yesterday[[: bacuase if it weren't, we'll be MOPPING the room. i belong with the tuesday group and CRAP, i'm the leader. oh well, maybe the leader will be changed tomorrow since we have homeroom during wednesday. and also the gymnast moves thingy on our P.E. class. big whup. i hate those thinggies. aside from the fact that i can bear those bone-cracking moves, i hate doing something not really you; i mean doing something beyond your abilities or whatsoever and the painful thing is that, your doing it for the sake of your GRADES. well, yeah. doing something you're not used to will make you grow but.. oh well. never mind. i'm so RANDOMMM && CLUELESS today.

okay then, till here. i'll be deleting some of my oh-so-non-sense posts.
HUGGS.

SOMEDAY, I'LL BE THE GIRL ALL ROCKSTARRS WILL SING ABOUT.