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Monday, October 18, 2004

Monday Blues.

posted by tristan @ 10/18/2004 11:05:00 PM  

I'm home. Walked to City Hall to take a bus home with Agnes. Talked a lot on our way home, we were simply too tired that we dozed off on the ride. Swaying from left to right. Unconcious! haha! Anyway, guess a chalet is coming up guys. But like i was telling nes, somehow, I am not feeling as excited as before. I just have a kind of feeling that says "we're taking for the sake of taking, because we see friends around us taking it" I don't know where had all my commitment and energy gone for the past 4 months. Still trying hard to search for it.

Nes came to my house. Dad mistaken her as my girlfriend. laugh out loud~ Mum keeps questioning me like I'm a criminal. They have really bad memory. Perhaps its been years since all these friends last dropped by my house huh! How about a Christmas party to at my house to refresh their memories? Anyway, flipped through the photo album which is lying at the corner, collecting dust. I have no time to change to the new album. Ok, I am just lazy. I'm feeling a little tired. There's a meeting tomorrow. Gotta turn in early.

Beauty is Love
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A friend of mine married a very young and beautiful model, all of us envy him with jealousy... but to our surprise, they have divorce a few months later.Before long, he married again. This lady is a simple and normal girl, infact short and a bit plump. But to my surprise, their love to each other is so deep."Don't you think your ex-wife is much more prettier?", I asked."I don't think so. All I know were that when my ex-wife lose her temper,glare her eyes like lollipop... she looks awfully ugly and scary.", he replied. "It's still my present wife better and more adorable. She is pretty in my eyes, elegance and a virtuous wife and mom-to-be."Girls, you aren't adorable because you are beautiful. You are beautiful because you are adorable. The son will not mind his mom is ugly, the dog will not mind his home is poor, the Eskimos will not mind the freezing coldAlaska. As long as you love that person, as long as you love that piece of land, you will find it beautiful. Beautiful is Love!

"Love exist in our deep heart, arises when it is needed and it works when we feel."


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