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Every scar I have tells a story. Like the times when I fell off my bike, the times when I scraped my arm while climbing that tree, and the times the bitch broke my heart. But time has passed by like sand in an hourglass and I’ve learned so many things, lessons I’ve never had. I learned the subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul, and learned that love doesn't mean leaning,

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Paolo Coelho'sClosingCycles One always has to know when a stage comes to an end. If we insist on staying longer than the necessary time, we lose the happiness and the meaning of the other stages we have to go through. Closing cycles, shutting doors, ending chapters – whatever name we give it, what matters is to leave in the past the moments of life that have finished.Did you lose your job? Has

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Fact:In Verona, where Shakespeare's tragedy of Romeo and Juliet happened, every year thousands of love letters are sent addressed to the two romantics.Today is Valentines Day. If you haven't received your own letter, you just wait, or better update your address, maybe Cupid is just lost looking for it.In our apartment with some friends, we've started celebrating valentines with some red wine and

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Matagal nang napatunayan na ang kahit anong usapan basta tungkol sa PAG-IBIG ay palaging magiging makulay, kasing kulay ng bahaghari tuwing matatapos ang ulan, at malawak, tulad ng kalangitan sa gabing maningning ang mga bituin.Naiisip ko tuloy na para maiba naman, bukod sa pangkaraniwang, “iniwan na ako ni ganito” o kaya ay “mahal ko na si ganire” bakit hindi ako gumawa ng isang tanong na pwede

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This is the FAREWELL LETTER I've sent to my colleagues in ePLDT Ventus (Libertad-OB). Another letter followed few days after I've sent this one. That time it was my formal resignation addressed to my manager. September 1st, I'm officially no longer, and in any forms, connected to the company aside from the friends I've left.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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Mga SARDiNAS sa LATANG may GULONG kuha mula sa MRT salamat sa: http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2021/2194444213_60316ee53e_b.jpg

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Maliwanag...wala akong makitaMaingay...wala akong marinigMagulo...wala akong madamaBakit wala? Dahil tapos na ang tawa at luhabukas magkita ulit tayo sa likod ng tanghalanbaka sakaling makita, marinig at madama na kita.--October 21, 2005

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It has been 23 years of life turning events, one hell of a rollercoaster ride. Coming to this point of my life really makes me think how I’ve been for the past years of my existence. Have I really gotten what I am dying to have? Or have I been successful with all the comings and goings in my life? Have I really fell in love? And one thing was there really someone out there who have loved me

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*********************************************Nobyembre at Disyembre ni AKO at ang DATIBinalikan ni ako ang dati, sa pag-asang maulit ang kahapon.Sinimulan ni ako sa isang simpleng mensahe ng hindi naghahangad ng kasagutan.Sumagot ang dati at muling nabuo ang tulay sa pagitan nila ni ako.Naging masaya at pauulit-ulit na tumawa.Naisip ni ako hindi pa din s'ya nagbago, ang dati pa rin minahal ni

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ito ay isang kwento na sinulat ko noong high school. na-publish sa isang national paper noong summer ng 2004, unfortunately ay hindi na ibinalik ng ka-klase ko ang huling kopya ko ng dyaryong iyon, kaya isinusumpa ko siya. buti na lang nakita ko pa ang soft copy sa aking email. noong panahong sinusulat ko ito nabukasan din ang isip ko kung ano nga ba talaga ako. lumabas ako at inamin sa mundo na

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25 December 2009J*****,Happy Holidays!I see how hard this year have been for you. I just hope that despite all the pain you've gone through, you don't lose the J***** that I know or maybe always bear in mind that changes are made for betterment. I hope to hear from you soon. By the way, I just want to let you know that this year you've taught me the meaning of the word TRUST, and even if the

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thinking out loud...thinking on top of my head...thinking out loud************************************************PEOPLE CHANGE but not the ones you know.************************************************You can find happiness in your own hands.************************************************Silence for a moment is healthy. It can clearclogged lines of communication. But silencelonger than a

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Noong unang panahon ay mayroong malungkot na Bamboo. Minsan naisipin nitong magpasira na lamang sa bagyo sa pag-aakalang walang nagmamahal at magmamahal pa sa kanya. Sa hindi inaasahang pagkakataon ay may dumating na isang Panda. Isang nagugutom na Panda. Kinuha nito ang mga dahon ng Bamboo at kanyang kinain, natuwa ang Bamboo dahil sa unang pagkakataon ay mayroong nakapansin sa kanya at

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kakanta akosa sarili kong tonolahat makikinigmga tenga hanggang mamintigkakanta akominsan nasa tonolahat ay papalakpakpagkatapos magsisihagalpakkakanta akonasa tonowalang makakarinigbinging mga pandinigkakanta ako!

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Kape.Mainit, nakakapaso,ngunit pilit na hinihigop.Matikman ang sarap ng pait,animo’y tamis na nagpapangiti.Yosi.Mabaho, umuusok,ngunit pilit na hinihithit.Usok na nakasusulasok,hanging nagbibigay buhay.Musika.Tunog, napakikinggan,marinig ka’y melodiya ng pagbabaliktanaw,kwento ng ating nakaraan.Kape, Yosi, at Musika.Kasama ko sa bawat umaga.Kasi kahit wala ka na,basta meron ako ng mga ito,

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Ang pagsusulat ang una kong pag-ibig. Panandaliaang nilimot kapalit ng ilaw at palakpakan sa tanghalan. Ngayon, muling babalikan ang bagay na unang nagpatibok sa aking puso. Muling paluluhain ang bolpen at pilit na ipadarama sa papel na siya ay mahalaga. Sabi nga nila, “FIRST LOVE NEVER DIES!”.

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