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♥ 2/02/2010
22:27

Seems like everyone is dying these days.

millions of lives were gone just like that in the Haiti earthquake.My mom had news saying that her cousin and aunt died.Later she found out one of her classmate died too. At any moment, we all know,that any one of us is going to leave, and is going to leave, bringing nothing with us.

I guess kris allen is right.We have to live like we're dying. Too often we don't say enoughI love you to our loved ones till it's too late.Sometimes we are so caught up in our work, our jobs, we forget the people around us, we forget the meaning of life. We forget to enjoy that breathtaking, beautiful sunset. We forget to be thankful for what we have.

I thank God to be surrounded by so many lovely people. Thank You, Lord, for u make all things beautiful.Thank you so much for the thrilling rollercoaster ride of my life. Thank you, for everything.

One day, when i close my eyes, and my heart beat stops, when this weak life of mine comes to an end, i'm sure i'd be happy to leave.i will have no regrets. For I, a lucky girl, had lived life to the fullest.

I love you.