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Mariana☮
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I'm having a relationship with 'She didn't just kissed, she claimed ownership. Took his mouth with urgency, as if her life depended on her kissing him.' You know how is it when you love someone? And the hard part, the bad part, the Jerry Springer Show part is that you never stop loving someone. There’s always a piece of them in your heart. Were you so afraid of losing something you love, that you refuse to love anything? Sometimes I'd be glad if only you'd fought for me.
She fell, she hurt, she felt. She lived. And for all the tumble of her experiences, she still had hope. Maybe this next time would do the trick. Or maybe not. But unless you stepped into the game, you would never know. When we were children, we used to think that when we were grown-up we would no longer be vulnerable. But to grow up is to accept vulnerability. To be alive is to be vulnerable.
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Wednesday, November 2, 2011 4:39 AM
Moved to Bukit Merah.
Hello readers :) Here's a quick update. These days, I've been going through a lot of hardships. Ever since I moved to Bukit Merah I had to live without computer, Internet connection and I can't really update myself with net-world. I barely get myself on Facebook too. Why? 86% of the time I got on Facebook, I would get myself frustrated, heart-broken, misunderstandings and some other non-positive thoughts. So, I had rather avoid myself with Facebook.I've been crying every night. Thinking and missing of my old times, well not that old. I wanted to go home, to my dad's, I somehow sensed that there are minimum chances of me getting myself back in the house. I've been finding jobs, went for interviews, find more jobs, went for more interviews. I want money. I have to use money. To have money, I have to work for it.
Other than money, as usual, there won't be any posts without me mentioning about my boyfriend right? Aliff and I are still together, good. Insya'allah we will last long. Amin.. We've been having some difficulties in getting through each other these days. He's usually not home, busy, sleeping. Hahahaha :D
Thanks to my dad, he borrowed me his broadband :) I appreciate it a lot! I can tell ya, there is nothing here. I could die of boredom. Alright, I've got to get back to deleting old photos on my Facebook, it needs some cleaning up.