IT DIDN'T HAPPEN IF I DIDN'T WRITE IT DOWN.
[version 20.11]
[version 20.11]
AUTHOR.
Juliana Mazlan, Singapore
16 December 1988
"We said what we feel, then we stop ourselves,
And just walk away.
Never looking back,
Let's just walk away."
16 December 1988
"We said what we feel, then we stop ourselves,
And just walk away.
Never looking back,
Let's just walk away."
TWEET TWEET.
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The Glow After The Rain.
Dear Bloggie,
I can't possibly bring myself to kick up a fuss this given time simply being my day turned out to be explicitly contrary as to why people dread the notorious Monday. I was considered lucky to be a recipient of kindness contributed by an elderly yesterday with whom I shared a square of his retail lodge as the air hangs lowly on that very chilly evening of a sudden cloudburst, offering me an umbrella in exchange for sincere gratitude. Thank you, oh kind uncle, for I would gladly submit even furnish with a prayer or two in reciprocation to your apparent altruism!
Anyways, mom spent quite a bomb on renovation for our common bathroom, with brand new mosaic tiles color-coded to pair the contemporary ceramic toilet bowl in sync. While the tampered glass door is still being fitted, I've officially sanctioned it's debut with my first dump. Multiply by infinity, while I yield in captive of gastroenteritis, like you; aren't we all full of shit sometimes.
Signed, Sealed, Delivered,
Juliana Mazlan
Tuesday, August 24, 2010 @ 4:25:00 PM
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Dear Bloggie,
I can't possibly bring myself to kick up a fuss this given time simply being my day turned out to be explicitly contrary as to why people dread the notorious Monday. I was considered lucky to be a recipient of kindness contributed by an elderly yesterday with whom I shared a square of his retail lodge as the air hangs lowly on that very chilly evening of a sudden cloudburst, offering me an umbrella in exchange for sincere gratitude. Thank you, oh kind uncle, for I would gladly submit even furnish with a prayer or two in reciprocation to your apparent altruism!
Anyways, mom spent quite a bomb on renovation for our common bathroom, with brand new mosaic tiles color-coded to pair the contemporary ceramic toilet bowl in sync. While the tampered glass door is still being fitted, I've officially sanctioned it's debut with my first dump. Multiply by infinity, while I yield in captive of gastroenteritis, like you; aren't we all full of shit sometimes.
Signed, Sealed, Delivered,
Juliana Mazlan
Tuesday, August 24, 2010 @ 4:25:00 PM
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