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LifE madE simpLe
..the way i want..
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My Life
Hanya masalah waktu
Kau pernah menyayanginya melebihi dirimu mendengarkan apa yang diinginkannya melakukan apa yang dikatakanya tapi itu dulu, ketika Ia pun ada untukmu Lalu Ia tak lagi menyentuhmu memalingkan dirinya dari rengkuhmu menyatakan pikirannya untuk menduamu ketika kau tau Ia tak lagi ada untukmu Kini sakitmu menghilangkan rasamu meninggalkan Ia yang dulu milikmu Kini hanya dirimu dan buah cintamu meninggalkannya hanyalah masalah waktu Kau pernah kehilangan kekuatanmu untuknya mengubur mimpimu untuk mendukung mimpinya kehilangan suaramu demi dirinya menyusun kembali dirimu kini, hanya masalah waktu



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I've been awake since 2am. I think its the sofa. Well, I went home last night because I have to review my PFM handbook. After that, I would have to go back again tomega building to have that pretest results checked by my adviser. Yes sirree, this is just the normal life of a budding aviator to have all her stuffs done on time. I'm on the brink of sanity and in the process of depleting my whole allowance. But I still have something to give, a last breath to breathe so to speak. I just finished writing a novel-like advice for my friend over e-mail. I don't know if what I was blabbing about in my message a while ago was anything but sane. So if anything goes wrong, blame it on our sofa. Yes, I am tired. And its not just because of my dear old sofa. I don't know if its because of my irrational well-being right now or maybe something deeper perhaps. I neither have the will nor the strength in that department. And that is all what my feeble, used-up brain can conjure as of the moment.

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janeygodley
Not Neglectful?
Think Again Gerry McCann

Recent news on the hunt for Madeleine McCann has revealed that their parents have spent ‘about a million pounds’ so far in trying to find their missing toddler. The fund that was set up to find their daughter is still active and the cash has been spent on various forms of investigation it has recently been revealed. There can be no cost on finding your missing child, I agree with that, but what really got me angered was the Team McCann statement at the end of the press release when it states that Mr McCann again expressed his anguish at leaving Madeleine alone with twins Sean and Amelie as they went for dinner in Portugal's Praia da Luz resort. But he said the couple were "not negligent" but "profoundly regret" what happened. I hastily and angrily disagree with Gerry McCann and would like to ask him that if he doesn’t see his actions as negligent will he be leaving his twins unattended on their next holiday? Can they not just admit that leaving their babies without proper... (more)




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