(Source: life)
Its my name: Marisa means "of the sea". I suppose it is suiting. I have always loved reading old diaries of distant lives. Here you can read my ongoing story, a log of riding a log (if you will) with musings, tales, poetry, jargon, secrets, cliches, whatnots and other pieces of my day. So next time you are stuck indoors, pull up a warm chair and read about the simple happenings of my life in the Pacific Ocean.
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June 22, 2012
