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Mariana☮
Let's just make this simple.
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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Monday, January 20, 2014 7:41 AM
20Th Jan's morning
So, i had a bad start off after the weekend break from work. Woke up in the morning, had my bath and got myself ready for work, stepped out of the house and grabbed my shoes, wore my shoes and went down the stairs and fell and sprained my ankle. Yes, ouch. I heard my ankle cracked. Like literally cracked. I crawled up thr stairs to sit on a chair outside my house. Rested and thought about how i could've wasted my $60 a day. I stood up, able to walk but slowly.
But before this incident, I already had a screwed up morning. This just made my bad mood worse.
I was getting myself ready for work, touching up some make up on my face. Then my husband asked, "Did you buy his milk powder yesterday?" "Yes." "How much money have you got left now?" "About $20?" "How come left with $20 only?" "Well the diapers is already $17.65 milk powder is $56." "Waaa, so rich already."
So, is it a good or a bad thing to my my baby's stuff with money? Because this is the first time i bought one. We usually steal them because we can't afford to buy one. But when it comes to cats, wow.
