Knickers.

Courtesy of Jean.
Temasek Polytechnic, school of Business.
Diploma in Retail Management.

I speak my own words like phases of the baked moon. I live my own life like thunders of the monstrous storms.


Wednesday, August 15, 2007


I know I am going to be just fine. Just grant me some time. The sight of you sends an extra pounding to my heart. Your hotness is overwhelming, robbing my sanity away. "Beyond retrieval, those happiness can be." The changes that are evolving in you, they are transforming you for the bad. It aches my heart seeing that happening and not being able to drop some advices. You made my heart crumbled. I shall learn to keep quiet. Things are not going that well. If only I am the one hiding and you are the one seeking for me. Those glances are imaginary, wasn't what it was meant to be. I am tired of all these.

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