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Showing posts with label journal. Show all posts
Showing posts with label journal. Show all posts
Before reading: It seems a disclaimer would be very appropriate for this post. This is a recycled one btw from my friendster account, way back June 2007. For the most part, I do appreciate my high school alma mater. But there will of course be the little things that will set the good things back right? :)
"How do you let go of something that shaped you to be who you are? Is it a decision of ingratitude, clearly showing how all of us are just pestered individuals who want it our way?"
In the fifh grade I had my first ever diary. I was so enlivened by the thought of finally writing what I want, having a relative amount of waited freedom. Bit by bit, I knew it was my first step. So my first diary was like, a doodle of love quotes, little poems, four to five stanzas each, and scribbles of my initials written beside my crush’s last name.
I came across a blogger's post last weekend and I wanted to answer right away for a chance of a Belle De Jour planner but after reading her post entirely, I was more inspired to write a blog post than to comment and answer the contest question:
What have you realized in your life that is worth celebrating?
What have you realized in your life that is worth celebrating?
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