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Janine Lyn Abquina David.
A human being. A variable in earth that's worthwhile.
A Bridgetine. A Benildean. An archer. A fan.
turning 18.
A Frosh at De La Salle - College of Saint Benilde.
Visually Insane.
Adventurous.
Shallow.
Creative.
Simple.
Down to Earth.
Inexpressive.
Never showy.
Lives with sports.
Music is my passion.
God is my strength.
Eating makes me happy.
I always smile.
A big and fuzzy cheeks is what i am.
A striver. believer. achiever.
Faithful, loyal, and honest.
Priorities and limitations.
Happiness and Contentment.
Life and Death.

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♥ Whishlist?

  • scoring all 4s
  • revise everyday (must)

  • MORE cloth

  • new school bag

  • new guitar

  • banana desert

  • more money (:

  • a trip to hongkong and boracay :D

  • have a new cp and ipod


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    Thursday, February 01, 2007

    -william shakespeare

    Did my heart love till now?
    Forswear it, sight!
    For I ne'er saw true beautytill this night!
    Parting is such sweet sorrow,
    that I shall saw goodnight,till it be morrow!
    But soft! What light throughyonder window breaks?
    It is the east and Juliet is the sun.
    See, how she leans her cheekupon that hand!O,
    that I were a glove upon that hand,
    That I might touch that cheek!
    This bud of love,
    by summer's ripening breath,
    May prove a beautious flower when next we meet.
    Love's heralds should be thoughts
    O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!
    If I profane with my unworthiest hand
    This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this:
    My lips, two blushing pilgrims,
    ready stand
    To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.
    What's in a name?
    That which we call a roseby any other name would smell as sweet.
    O, speak again, bright angel!

    My life is not a storybook.10:02 PM
    ..<3

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