Why can't I ever comprehend?
The words you put across are just like cracks on the parched cemented ground.
That feeling is just like a passing cloud, showering rain and clashing thunders when it comes.
Inevitable as it is, I will catch a cold.
Running wild, but I know my worries aren't unduly.
It will linger till it gets better.
Take care.
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.
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.
Friday, August 07, 2009
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