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| wow. looks like my xanga has been extremely neglected the past....six months? lols. i guess myspace and facebook is the new addiction. eh?
so lets see. summer 2006. definitely one i know i will never forget.
dance practice eating rice and hotdogs at 1 in the morning. cleaning up throw up...ew i know. having punching fights waking up to your scary face running in the rain spending so much money that it hurts my face to even think about it staying up until 5 in the morning repeating movie lines that never get old.
talking about this summer will never get old. i loved every moment of it. from spending time with the old friends, to laughing and making inside jokes with all the new ones. i've become closer to a lot of new people, learned things i would have never known about others, and made friends who i'll see over the next years on the street and we'll look at eachother and smile, because we both know that we miss everything about the summer of 2006.
everything about this summer...it'll be one to remember.
for pictures from my party, go to mine and my entourage's photobucket:
username: juneli16
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| why try to find better when i already admire what i have?
it's the act of taking risks that you strengthen your well-being, and it's the power of holding on that you learn to love. it is only you, and your capacity to love that gives meaning to the indifferents and to those who never really learn to forgive. i've deeply admired individuals who have surpassed struggles to find joy from the most simple things in life. i believe, we often meet the wrong people first, before meeting the right people, that way when we do come across what's "right", we learn to appreciate the gift of being grateful and what's good to us.
...i guess the most rewarding relationships are the ones that last, or perhaps are born from true friendship. realizing how one day, you might be able to look at that certain person and see deeply within them, more than you did the night before...
as if a light switch flickered.
then, somehow, possibly...the person who was just a friend...is the only person you can imagine yourself with..
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| so maybe it just wasn't my day. it seemed like everything started falling apart towards the end. people getting mad at me. me feeling like crap. i don't know. maybe i can't please everyone. i think its time for a good cry. today was a long day.. | | |
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"strength builds from being broken ... and to be broken, is to let yourself grow."
life as of now, the ending of 2005 and the beginning of 2006. let's just say, i've experienced my fair share of rollercoasters this year. and if i may leave, i'll leave happy knowing that i've taken every breath to the fullest. i've learned the most i've can, and i've changed along with it. this year, i would say i have matured. minus my practical immature personality at times, that's just me. and i am happy. because i have had what i needed, and i know what i must. so cheers to you. i love life. life is, wonderful.
"and so i am ready to try again. a little bruised, a little humbled, and hopefully a little smarter. i belive we write our own stories and each time we think we know the ending, we don't. perhaps luck exists somewhere between the world of planning, the world of chance, and the peace that comes from knowing that you just can't know it all. life's funny that way. once you let go of the wheel, you might end up right where you belong."
Goodbye 2005....Hello 2006

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|  i want that to be us
her mind needed to be cleared. so many unwanted thoughts carved into the only place she stored memoirs. Her solitude surroundings was for her alone to recollect. if only the engraving had disappeared. slowing fading.. but still present in it's mark. the mark left in heart and mind. as much as she tried to move the matter out of hand, time took its course and placed it right where it used to be. but how may it mend with unspoken promises? unsure reasonings? matters left unamended...

i left without telling you.. that i thought you were my one. | | |
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