IT DIDN'T HAPPEN IF I DIDN'T WRITE IT DOWN.
[version 20.11]

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."

The Only Exception. / In Search Of Solid Ground. / อาทิตย์จูบในกระบี่ / Skittles: Tropical. / Let Me Dream With You. / Past Midnight. / But It's Too Late For You. / Chapter One: In Heavy Rain, I Loved / Traits Of a Lover, #137. / Oh, Whatever. /

Pocketful Of Dreams.
Dear Bloggie,

I've always find it comforting to do most of my thinking past midnight hours provided given such luxury of one's own time after an exhausting eight, most of the time blaming the lack of brain power to simply engage in extent. Having said all that, it's really becoming hazardous of late. My train of thoughts are clearly all over the place, I can't seem to understand something without being purely judgmental. I hoped to snap out of this negativity and perhaps alternate a pleasurable pastime in the interim before it starts to drown me whole beyond self-relief.



Now what I really miss, is a date with the better half exploring a place/diner unknown.
Signed, Sealed, Delivered,
Juliana Mazlan
Friday, August 13, 2010 @ 3:11:00 AM

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