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My Resolutions For 2011.......XD


1. Understand my purpose in life.
2. Learn what love is....
3. Have the utmost respect for my parents no matter what..
4. To not fool around with the religion i chose for myself and deepen my knowledge on its foundation...
5. Love myself
6. Take good care of my health
7. Learn to respect myself
8. Take suffering of any kind as a lesson that i must learn in order to build myself
9. Know what i do and why i do it
10."think consequences"

I don't really believe i can accomplish all of these within 2011 but what i have in mind is that to begin working on them from this year....Wish me luck!
(p/s: huneybiel n ekin i will love the both of you always....thank you for being my besties!)

~ladyindira~

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  1. kamini...=) thank you!...May u have a blessed 2011~

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  2. My dear princess, wish you the wisdom to build a very bright future. I want you to know how much you meant to us, you are very special part of our life.. you'll have all our support and blessings through out your life. wish you all the good in the world...may all your dreams come true..

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  3. Good Luck I do not think you will need it. It is a very fine list.

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  5. Mummy! Thank you so much for all the support that you and hans give me...i appreciate it a lot....missing the both of you vry much ....take care

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