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biography
Child of God

Vivian Ma
| tcc Wiama Atria | tsubaki | [.//ShadowHearts] DarkExocist |
I'm 20 this year working full time. Born on 26 March under the sign of Ram. Graduated from Temasek Poly with a Diploma in Hospitality and Tourism Management. LOVE GOD! I like to eat nice food in nice restaurants which has a nice view (but they also burn a hole in my wallet). Love the Cuban Mojito from oriole. Had a little bit of occupation hazard. Holds my pride in my work.
affiliates
Besties

Henzy
Min
Chea Chee
Chea Yee
Sabby

credits
Take a bow

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Wednesday, September 10, 2008 [10:34 PM]

Break...

Broke...

Broken...

And crushed...

I break totally this morning...goodness...first thing i wake up all i did was cry...yes, CRY...with everything in caps...i cant take it anymore...why the hell did i let myself being pulled back?i don wan to know anything more abt why he left me...neither do i wan to think tt we once loved each other...im fine with the way we are now...as in, talk like normal friends...no hatred, no despise, no nth...he made my fantasy so harsh and cruel that the reality seem like the fantasy itself...i appreciate your help, bt i think, it's no longer needed...don drag me back into tt fantasy again...bt i don mind listening to bits and pieces of his life from you from your contact during work...