- losing my religion. I was born a Muslim and I want to retain (and of course, preserve and gradually beautify) this until the day I bid tata to these borrowed pleasures. Amin...
- having to endure a cracked relationship, and I'm talking about marital ones here. I've heard stories. The pain, the tears, the... ugh. Everything about it. Even the sound of that word, 'crack' I find, is very terrifying. They call it cacophony
- losing my parents. As you may have noticed, I frequently demonstrate corny cliches; and loving them is one of them. As much as I love hating them, I do not want to lose them. Not even after I've been promised to meet them in another life.
- not marrying the guy I'm with for almost 7 years. Such a waste of money, time, and countless possible possession of hunks along the way. Because, uhmm... you see, I have the potential to own one (or many) *flips hair*
- thrown into bankruptcy.
- losing my virginity, involuntarily to an effing wild hungry heartless beast that deserves a throw into an aquarium full of piranhas. I hate rapists. I hate them, for whatever they have done. It's possibly the highest degree of crime ever done to humankind. And I hate rapists' adjective (that four letters word) and I'm not gonna say it because it sounds too harsh and I reckon this post needs no verbal pollutant.
- being famous for all the wrong reasons, ala Lindsay Lohan or Zarina Ann Julie.
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You're funny, but you make valid points. I have the same fears.