Haven't been blogging for a while, does anyone still care why I didn't do that?
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In this world, there is a kind of man, that takes traveling as their life. They come and go, stopping at one place a time. When they leave, they sheldom look back. They are always on a go, and they never linger on anything in their life.
And then in this world, there is this sort of woman, fell this sort of man. They always wait for their men to come back to them, calling where these women are at--a home. Like a life mission, they keep things as it is before their men left, they remember everything they do together. As day goes by, they hope he will come back for them...
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When we are young, we were taught with moral values such as being honest, speak of our own mind, caring, etc etc.
But as we grow up, we were not allowed to do that anymore. Why is adulthood so screwed up???
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Why is this thing they call love so bitter? Well, who says life is a bed of roses after all? Everything in life comes with a price. Isn't that what they say?
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