RETROESQUE.
IT DIDN'T HAPPEN IF I DIDN'T WRITE IT DOWN.
[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."


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Dear Bloggie,

I can't seem to remember my "best days of my life" significance, exclusive of the five-day-four-night vacation last July oh hey it has been nearly two months already. While these fingers are tempted to pencil in a furlough pronto, it's depressing to ascertain a lousy number that is my leave balance. Not to mention leaving my bank account a dangerous low and having to score another scutwork to make the grade come October, till then I suppose I'll just be of no fun especially since the better half is not on his best either.

Before this vortex of mechanical routine sucks me in inevitably deeper, I believe all that's missing is some charm. Best guess the answer lies in intense retail therapy, or perhaps this interpretation has successfully shelled out excellent reason for another R and R.

Signed, Sealed, Delivered,
Juliana Mazlan

Thursday, September 16, 2010 @ 4:37:00 AM

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