DAWN TIMBERLAKE

Female.
Changi
22.
July.
SIM.
i hate my life
wished my heart would just stop right now



I’m not alone

TTiffany.
JJoan.
DDenise.
SSeek.
LLydia.
WWeifang.
AAnna.
LLixian.
SSamantha.
VVanessa.
CCassandra.
SSukhing.
EElynn.
NNoel.
SStefanie.
AAmanda.
FFurnise.
JJessie.
VValerie.
CCaroline.
YYiTing.
LLeona.
KKaruna.
SSulyn.


talk to me




Bygonnes

  • Saturday, January 03, 2004
  • Wednesday, January 07, 2004
  • Friday, January 09, 2004
  • Tuesday, January 20, 2004
  • Friday, January 23, 2004
  • Monday, January 26, 2004
  • Sunday, February 08, 2004
  • Friday, March 05, 2004
  • Tuesday, March 16, 2004
  • Sunday, April 11, 2004
  • Thursday, April 29, 2004
  • Sunday, May 16, 2004
  • Friday, June 11, 2004
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  • Tuesday, July 06, 2004
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  • Wednesday, December 01, 2004
  • Friday, December 03, 2004
  • Sunday, December 26, 2004
  • Monday, January 24, 2005
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  • Wednesday, March 09, 2005
  • Friday, March 18, 2005
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  • Friday, April 29, 2005
  • Monday, August 08, 2005
  • Thursday, August 11, 2005
  • Saturday, August 13, 2005
  • Tuesday, August 23, 2005
  • Thursday, August 25, 2005
  • Friday, August 26, 2005
  • Tuesday, September 06, 2005
  • Saturday, September 10, 2005
  • Wednesday, September 14, 2005
  • Friday, September 16, 2005
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  • Monday, September 26, 2005
  • Wednesday, September 28, 2005
  • Saturday, October 01, 2005
  • Tuesday, October 11, 2005
  • Wednesday, October 26, 2005
  • Sunday, October 30, 2005
  • Wednesday, November 02, 2005
  • Sunday, November 06, 2005
  • Tuesday, November 15, 2005
  • Thursday, November 17, 2005
  • Saturday, November 26, 2005
  • Saturday, December 03, 2005
  • Tuesday, December 06, 2005
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  • Thursday, December 15, 2005
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  • Thursday, February 02, 2006
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  • Saturday, August 19, 2006
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  • Monday, September 25, 2006
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  • Thursday, November 09, 2006
  • Thursday, November 16, 2006
  • Thursday, November 23, 2006
  • Sunday, November 26, 2006
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  • Monday, February 12, 2007
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  • Wednesday, March 21, 2007
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  • Sunday, April 08, 2007
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  • Wednesday, May 09, 2007
  • Sunday, May 13, 2007
  • Saturday, May 19, 2007
  • Friday, June 15, 2007
  • Friday, July 13, 2007
  • Thursday, July 19, 2007
  • Sunday, July 22, 2007
  • Wednesday, August 01, 2007
  • Wednesday, August 29, 2007
  • Sunday, October 07, 2007
  • Tuesday, October 30, 2007
  • Monday, November 05, 2007
  • Thursday, November 08, 2007
  • Tuesday, November 20, 2007
  • Friday, November 23, 2007
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  • Saturday, December 01, 2007
  • Sunday, December 09, 2007
  • Wednesday, January 23, 2008
  • Sunday, January 27, 2008
  • Sunday, March 02, 2008
  • Monday, March 03, 2008
  • Tuesday, March 04, 2008
  • Friday, March 07, 2008
  • Sunday, March 09, 2008
  • Wednesday, March 12, 2008
  • Thursday, March 13, 2008
  • Friday, March 14, 2008
  • Tuesday, April 08, 2008
  • Wednesday, May 14, 2008
  • Tuesday, January 27, 2009
  • Saturday, January 31, 2009
  • Thursday, May 25, 2006

    Each year he sent her roses,
    and the note would always say,
    I love you even more this year,
    than last year on this day.
    My love for you will always grow,
    with every passing year."

    She knew this was the last time
    that the roses would appear.
    She thought, he ordered roses
    in advance before this day.
    Her loving husband did not know,
    that he would pass away.

    He always liked to do things early,
    way before the time.
    Then, if he got too busy,
    everything would work out fine.

    She trimmed the stems and
    placed them in a very special vase.
    Then, sat the vase beside
    the portrait of his smiling face.

    She would sit for hours,
    In her husband's favorite chair.
    While staring at his picture,
    and the roses sitting there.

    A year went by, and it was
    to live without her mate.
    With loneliness and solitude,
    that had become her fate.

    Then, the very hour,
    The doorbell rang, and there
    were roses sitting by her door.

    She brought the roses in,
    and then just looked at them in shock.
    Then, went to get the telephone,
    to call the florist shop.

    The owner answered, and she asked him,
    if he would explain, Why would someone would
    do this to her, causing her such pain?

    "I know your husband passed away,
    more than a year ago,"
    The owner said,
    "I knew you'd call, and you would want to know.
    The flowers you received today,
    were paid for in advance.
    Your husband always planned ahead,
    he left nothing to chance.
    There is a standing order,
    that I have on file down here,
    And he has paid, well in advance,
    you'll get them every year.

    There also is another thing,
    that I think you should know,
    He wrote a special little card...he did this years ago.
    Then, should ever I find out that he's no longer here,

    that's the card that should be sent to you
    the following year."

    She thanked him and hung up the phone,

    her tears now flowing hard.
    Her fingers shaking,
    as she slowly reached to get the card.

    Inside the card, she saw that he had written her a note.
    Then, as she stared in total silence,
    this is what he wrote...

    "Hello my love, I know it's been a year
    since I've been gone.
    I hope it hasn't been too hard for you to overcome.
    I know it must be lonely,
    and the pain is very real.

    Or if it was the other way,
    I know how I would feel.
    The love we shared made everything
    so beautiful in life.
    I loved you more than words can say,
    you were the perfect wife.
    You were my friend and lover,
    you fulfilled my every need.
    I know it's only been a year,
    but please try not to grieve.

    I want you to be happy,
    even when you shed your tears.
    That is why the roses will be sent to you for years.
    When you get these roses,
    think of all the happiness that we had together,
    and how both of us were blessed.
    I have always loved you and
    I know I always will.
    But, my love, you must go on,
    you have some living still.

    Please...try to find happiness,
    while living out your days.
    I know it is not easy,
    but I hope you find some ways.

    The roses will come every year,
    and they will only stop,
    When your door's not answered,
    when the florist stops to knock.
    He will come five times that day,
    in case you have gone out.
    But after his last visit,
    he will know without a doubt!
    To take the roses to the place,
    where I've instructed him
    and place the roses where we are,
    together once again.

    Sometimes in life, you find a special friend;
    Someone who changes your life
    just by being part of it.
    Someone who makes you laugh
    until you can't stop;
    Someone who makes you believe
    that there really is good in the world.
    Someone who convinces you
    that there really is an unlocked door
    just waiting for you to open it.


    This is Forever Friendship.

    XOXO



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