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Just as life, this blog also only is. trying to define it would be like finding at least a meaning for life, for my life. Monday, July 19, 2010. Tuesday, April 13, 2010.
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Crude Poetic Prose . By Connor Owen Riley. When hes gone it will be easier. At nights youll have no problems sleeping, as no one will be turning around in bed nor staying awake watching movies. Youll wake up late because no one will have to get uo early making noises that take you out from your dreams. Without him things will seem a lot easier, surely. No one is going to wake you up cause youll be sleeping alone. No one will get mad at you when shopping because therell be no one with you. I search.CONTENT
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Thursday, May 28, 2009. Tuesday, May 26, 2009. Monday, May 25, 2009. Saturday, May 23, 2009. Grow, restaurant, grow! Im gonna start my no life working days again. 1st june will be my first day at work. Gonna say hello to bryan chua. We are colleagues again! .
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JE REM0NTE LA PENTE AVEC CETTE D0ULEUR ATR0CE EN ESPERENT UN J0UR RETR0UVER MES F0RCE . Meme si je ne sαis de quoi est fαit demαin, je sαis pour qui mes yeux brillent chαques mαtins. Au fil du temps, on αpprend, on encαisse, on tombe, puis on se rel.
The road goes ever on and on, down from the door where it began. Now far ahead the road has gone, and I must follow if I can. Pursuing it with eager feet, until it joins some larger way, where many paths and errands meet. Ciudad de México, Mexico. La Insoportable Levedad del Ser - Milan Kundera.