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So, I started out 2008 with a bang... I was reading Wicked, and didn't even notice it was midnight. No wild parties, no drunken songs were sung. Though alcohol could have made it a better night, no I spent that night working, and then going home to snuggle in my bed and read. Exciting? I know, I live a wild life. I told myself I'd start keeping a journal for 2008... well 3 days later, here I am starting one. Just a few days off. I'm never one to start things when they should be.

That song (the one in the title) has been on repeat for me, all day. It reminds me of last year. And the year before. When all I could think about was... him. No, I wasn't in love, try infatuation. He led me on a rollercoaster ride of emotions, that ended with me saying to hell with it, I can't handle it anymore. Now he's moved on, to a 15 year old. Yeah, that boost my confidence a whole lot, one upped by a kid who can't even do Algebra without help. He wants to eat lunch with me, tomorrow. Just when I was getting completely over him. He does this. But, I'll handle it. I can. I just have to.

I guess I could tell the internet world about myself? But where would be the fun in that? Where would the mystery be in there? I guess you can just read on, that is if anyone reads this, and decipher who I amby what I say.

I'm out, Flowers For Algernon is calling my name...

-the girl in second place

Today was the first day back, and was it boring. I just couldn't stop thinking of the fact that those annoying days of teachers excessively talking and tests, and homework came back. Vacation just seemed so relaxing, even though they seemed very short, boring, and uninteresting.

But anyways, not here to whine about homework, instead, to avoid homework, I would like to talk to friends online, myspace, msn, and everything. I'm taking a "break" from homework. Write to me, I'd like to meet somebodyhere. c/b

one's from oman. the other's from israel. one's muslim, the other's a jew. two men - one heart to fill. me? neither - my faith - christianity. my personal life is certainly becoming more and more interesting.

do i love oman? or do i love israel? or am i still haunted by the past and that i shouldn't think about love anymore?

what's my calling should truly be kept under-wraps - because right now i don't think i wanna know... not now.

I have a new bf his name is jordan ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,HES HHHOOOTTT!!!

The person I admire the most was my grandmother.� Of course�she is no longer living, but she had the most admirable qualities of anyone I have known.� I wish to be like her someday.�

She was a very fair person.� She had 4 children and a bagillion and a half grandkids and great grandkids.� We were all treated equal.�� At Christmas time, we all got the same gifts.�� There was no favoritism or behavior of such.

She was a very honest person.� You asked her what she thought and she told you.�

She never made you feel as if you were less of a person even if she disagreed with you.� She let you have your own thoughts and feelings, but loved you the same no matter what.

She included everyone.� She always had an extra plate at meal times for a stranger or an extra friend.�� She always had a gift for an unexpected guest at Christmas time.�

She was kind and generous, honest and fair.�

I would like to think that I have some of those qualities, but I will always strive to be just like her.�

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hie my name is mphoon christmas l went to my aunties house to spend christmas and she is going to have a baby soonl cant wait then we got to her house she lives in syedney we unpacked our bags and then the next day we went shopping and then the next day we went to church and after church we went home and had some foodthen on the next day we went to the beach and had lunch and it was fun then on christmas we were invited to a christmas party and it was good and after that we went home and had christmas dinner and it was so niceand we got nice presents it was fun okay got to go by mpho

Patience.. is it truly a virtue?

Is it?

Can it be.. i mean ive waited for 2 years for the last guy i really wanted to be mine..

he comes to a realization 2 years later...

its been 2 years since ive been with him....

for 2 years hes waited on me..

love is such a crazy word for something that causes so much pain..

so much anger.. and grief..

so much stress...

hate..

hates sounds more appropriate..

love is cruel and evil..

i refuse to waste more time....

i was totally happy with wasting my time with a man that would never commit to marriage.. because i didnt plan on getting married anytime soon..

and for the most part we were living happily together..

now im living a nightmare..

i get looked at like a vagrant..

he cooked me breakfast...

im not sure if that was just cause he was up cookin..

or because he wanted to...

my heart aches so bad i want to combust..

i think time away will do me good..

hes doing what he wants to do anyways..

he always has..

its me..

that has learned patience....

its me that has learned.. heartache..

i felt better just blatantly being betrayed because at least that guy flat out told me..

i think its the trait of a coward.. who cant discuss thier feelings and let other ppl know what was going on.

But its clear.. crystal..

as always i have a very clear path that im going to take..

i will not deviate..

i have gone too far off course already..

all because of a man.. who had a hole in his heart..

that i wanted to fill..

but hes left me heartless..

i woulda took just the hole..

but the absense completely.. has me thrown.

im off balance..

i have to find my balance again..

i need to put my feet back on solid ground...

time will tell..

who knows..

I'm not very good with writting journals. I've always said that I would start a diary/journal and that I would write in it daily. But the problem is that I have a hard time trying to remember to write or find the time in my diary/journal. I always find things to write about when I'm not in front of a computer. But when I am in front of a computer I can't remember what it is I need to write. I thought about taking notes and then writing in my diary/journal. But I get paranoid because I'm afraid that the wrong people will read it. I don't mind complete strangers reading my diary/journal. It's my close friends and family that I worry about reading it.