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.


Friday, June 11, 2010

Something about it.

Why do we preserve the good memories when they will all be ruined
one way or another? Time sculpted memories that bent toward

the wonderful side. With more given time, those memories crumbled
into shit.

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