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♥ Someday when you're lonley, Sometime after all this bliss
Somewhere lost in emptiness, I hope you find this gift ♥


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[03-16-2007]
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IM NOW loveat2am
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christmas list [12-15-2005]
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do thiss :) [12-11-2005]
[ mood | cold ]

Holiday Love Meme (Secret Santa Style!)


'Tis the season to... make a million memes to let everyone know just how much you appreciate them and love them. :D

Here's the plan: You comment with your username, and people will comment ANONYMOUSLY with things they love and cherish about you. I say anonymously because it makes the atmosphere lighter and more mysterious, kind of like a Secret Santa only with love and holiday cheer! People will wonder who these caring people are and appreciate the fact that they exist, not only the fact that they may be best friends with them. So while it isn't mandatory, per se, anonymous commenting is definitely encouraged!

Then find people you care about and have something nice to say to - even if you don't know them! - and leave them something that will make their heart feel a little warmer at night. This way, the love will go around and around and the magical spirit of the season can be cherished and appreciated by all.

So, obviously, don't forget to pimp to pass the goodwill on to others and increase the flow of positive, caring energy!

stolen from whenshedrinks

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niki i cried soo hard reading this. [12-03-2005]
[ mood | touched ]

On the last day before Christmas, I hurried to go to the supermarket to buy the remaining of the gift I didn't manage to buy earlier. When I saw all the people there, I started to complain to myself: "It is going to take forever here and I still have so many other places to go..."

"Christmas really is getting more and more annoying every year. How I wish I could just lie down, go to sleep and only wake up after it..."

Nonetheless, I made my way to the toy section, and there I started to curse the prices, wondering if after all kids really play with such expensive toys. While looking in the toy section, I noticed a small boy of about 5 years old, pressing a doll against his chest.

He kept on touching the hair of the doll and looked so sad. I wondered who this doll was for. Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: 'Granny, are you sure I don't have enough money?' The old lady replied: 'You know that you don't have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.'

Then she asked him to stay there for 5 minutes while she went to look around. She left quickly. The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand. Finally, I started to walk towards him and I asked him who he wanted to give this doll to.

'It is the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for this Christmas. She was so sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her.' I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus will bring it to her after all, and not to worry.

But he replied to me sadly. 'No, Santa Claus cannot bring it to her
where she is now.

I have to give the doll to my mother so that she can give it to her
when she goes there.' His eyes were so sad while saying this. 'My sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mummy will also go to see God very soon, so I thought
that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.' My heart nearly stopped. The little boy looked up at me and said: 'I told daddy to tell mummy not to go yet. I asked him to wait
until I came back from the supermarket.'

Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me:

'I also want mummy to take this photo with her so that she will not forget me. I love my mummy and I wish she doesn't have to leave me but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister.............'


Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly.

I quickly reached for my wallet and took a few notes and said to the boy.

'What if we checked again, just in case if you have enough money?'

'Ok' he said. 'I hope that I have enough.' I added some of my money to his without him seeing and we started to count it.

There was enough for the doll, and even some left over. The little boy said:

'Thank you God for giving me enough money' Then he looked at me and added:

'I asked yesterday before I went to sleep for God to make sure I have enough money to buy this doll so that mummy can give it to my sister. He heard me.

I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mummy, but didn't dare to ask God too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and the white rose.' 'You know, my mummy loves white roses ' A few minutes later, the old lady came back again and I left with my trolley. I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started. I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind.

Then I remembered a local newspaper article 2 days ago, which
mentioned of a drunk man in a truck who hit a car where there was one young lady and a little girl. The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide
whether to pull the plug on the life-assisting machine, because the young lady would not be able to get out of the coma.

Was this the family of the little boy? Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the newspaper that the young lady had passed away. I couldn't stop myself and went to
buy a bunch of white roses and I went to the mortuary where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wish before burial. She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest. I left the place crying, feeling that my life had been changed forever.

The love that this little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine. And in a fraction of a second, a drunk man had taken all this away from him.

Now you have 2 choices:
1) Send this message to everybody that you know.
2) Or delete it and act as if it never touched your heart.
If you send this message, maybe you will help prevent someone drunk to go driving.

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i found this... [10-13-2005]
[ mood | confused ]

One little compliment can make you feel amazing. So give me a compliment, anything in the entire world, even that my shoelaces are pretty. Put this in your journal. And once you get some comments, put that entry in a memory or tag and when you are feeling down, just go to that entry and this will remind how great you are.

This is public, say whatever you want as long as it qualifies as a compliment. :) Don't just say stupid stuff that you don't mean, I'd rather you not say anything at all if it's going to be sarcastic or a total lie.

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[10-10-2005]
[ mood | pissed off ]

I just deleted tons of people off my list, I deleted you if you didn't reply to the post I made a few days ago.

If you were deleted and want back on my list, please ask.

Since I deleted a lot of people I would like some new friends, tell me a few cool people that I might want to add.

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[09-03-2005]
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