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Monday, August 13, 2007

"when women love us they forgive us of everything, even our crimes. when women don't love us, they give us credit for nothing, not even our virtues."

got this off jn's blog and i think it's somewhat true. yeah. i think it's true. not somewhat true but definitely true.

i've so many dreams that require such sacrifice. am i ready for them? why do i hesitate so? i'm scared. of what? what i'm about to lose is meagre as compared to what i'll be getting back. life is like that. full of risks. the more we put in, the more afraid we become. it's like the stock market. the more you play, the more risk you're getting into. yet the more you put, the more you'll reap rewards.

i'm feeling the heartache as my bank account depletes. i have never had that much money before. and i swear it is not alot. i swear i'm going to earn much more than that. and i swear i'm going to buy us that house in our dreams. okay?

heartache heartache. i need more sideline jobs...

Even if my heart would break
I know for sure this pain I'd take
Even if I would cry for years
I know your love would dry my tears
Even if my soul would tear
No matter what,
I'll still be there
Even if your love you hide
Hand me your heart I will search inside
even if I am sad tomorrow
I know for sure good times will follow
and
Even if the things we wish never quite come true
I just want you to forever remember
that I can't stop loving you.

sweet. again, credits to jn. it speaks my heart.
-cheryl
5:45 PM





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