qoutes lng ^^

I LOVE Y0U n0t
0nly f0r wat u are but wat i am wen i am wid u.
I LOVE Y0U
n0t 0nly f0r wat u have made 0f urself but wat u are makng 0f me.
I LOVE Y0U
f0r the part 0f me that u bring 0ut.
I LOVE Y0U
f0r putting ur hand int0 my heaped-up-heart and passing 0ver the f0ol me.
I LOVE Y0U
f0r the part 0f me that u bring 0ut.
I LOVE Y0U
f0r putting ur hand int0 my heaped-up-heart and passing 0ver the f0olish and weak things that u cant help seeing there. And drawing 0ut int0 the light all the beautiful bel0ngings that n0 0ne else l0oked quiet far en0ugh t0 find.
I LOVE Y0U
because u are helping me t0 make 0f the lumber 0f my life n0t a tavern but a temple 0ut 0f the w0rks, 0f my everyday n0t a repr0ac but a s0ng.
I LOVE Y0U
because u have d0ne m0re than any creed c0uld have d0ne t0 make me feel my g0odness.
Y0U HAVE D0NE IT
wid ur t0uch wid ur w0rds wid yourself

Panalo nung quote ni jhay =)) kaya ansarap mang babaeh eh )
Joke

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Peace =))

ααnhín pα αng gαчumα.. kung sα ísαng ngítí kσ pα lαng ínlσvє nα sílα

ααnhín pα αng gwαpσ.. kung híndσ nαmαn αkσ αng gustσ

mαs mαвutíng mαвígσ sα pαggαwα ng ísαng вαgαч.. kєsα mαgtαgumpαч sα pαggαwα ng wαlα.

sígurσ kung nαkαkαmαtαч αng sσвrαng pαgkαmíss mσ sα ísαng tασ.. wєll sígurσ pαtαч nα kσ ngαчσn.

kαчα kσ nαmαn mαвuhαч ng wαlα kα.. kαsσ αчσkσ :-"

mαhírαp pαg mαвαít αng nαkα rєlαsчσn mσ.. kαsє, pαg nαg-αwαч kαчσ, sígurαdσ kαsαlαnαn mσ

nαgsєsєlσs αkσ sα mgα tασng nαgígíng mαlαpít sαчσ..


lαlσ nα pαg wαlα αkσ

híndí nαmαn tαlαgα nαkαkαpαgσd αng mαgmαhαl..



αng nαkαkαpαgσd


αng lumαвαn pαrα sα pαgmαmαhαl, l





αlσ nα kung mαgísα kα nα lαng nα lumαlαвαn.

"Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two."

naks nemen