Women wish to be loved not because they are pretty , or good , or well bred , or graceful , or intelligent , but because they are themselves . If you think you have a problem with that , please keep your comments to yourself and stop blabbering shit that are seriously not needed . Hatred is the coward's revenge for being intimidated . You are lucky enough that hatred does not live within me .
I am learning to understand rather than immediately judge or to be judged . I cannot blindly follow the crowd and accept their approach .Fortunately for me , my self-knowledge has transcended that and I have come to understand that life is best to be lived and not to be conceptualized . I am happy because I am growing daily and I am honestly not knowing where the limit lies . To be certain , every day there can be a revelation or a new discovery .
Even if your on the right track you will get run over if you just sit there .
This are some pictures taken during the flea market (:
You talk too much , eat too much macam babi , sing stupid songs about me and that's the price of love.
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