IT DIDN'T HAPPEN IF I DIDN'T WRITE IT DOWN.
[version 20.11]
[version 20.11]
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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."
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Dear Bloggie,
In this cold weather confusion I finally caught the comfort of warmth I have been longing for. As you may have guessed I haven't been in the pink of health lately, it's starting to amuse me the kind of nurse I portray myself to be. I've been sleeping on the leather couch of late too, usually after a deathly icy shower in attempt to combat my very own homeostasis and pills-popping feat but tonight is a different routine. Not only did he came in surprise, he came with an improvised traditional health pack that mommy would trust I am in good hands.
I wish a "wait up, I gotta heal", would do justice to my current HP.
A mug of hot remedy later, the coughing grew quieter and the expectorates are expect to rate a mere whitish loose sputum. I can finally hear the tracks of a wet night, and god bless me I smell the familiar of my baby pillow. A second to appreciate the littlest, all I have been hearing the whole week are senseless buzzing that seemed to pitch higher around annoying little brothers. Which leaves me wondering, where have all the birds gone to?
Let's hope the birds will find its course on December 16th. Though I may not mind playing in the rain with my pretty heels, but I certainly do not wish having to toast on Panadol on my birthday.
Signed, Sealed, Delivered,
Juliana Mazlan
Friday, December 03, 2010 @ 3:39:00 AM
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Dear Bloggie,
In this cold weather confusion I finally caught the comfort of warmth I have been longing for. As you may have guessed I haven't been in the pink of health lately, it's starting to amuse me the kind of nurse I portray myself to be. I've been sleeping on the leather couch of late too, usually after a deathly icy shower in attempt to combat my very own homeostasis and pills-popping feat but tonight is a different routine. Not only did he came in surprise, he came with an improvised traditional health pack that mommy would trust I am in good hands.
I wish a "wait up, I gotta heal", would do justice to my current HP.
A mug of hot remedy later, the coughing grew quieter and the expectorates are expect to rate a mere whitish loose sputum. I can finally hear the tracks of a wet night, and god bless me I smell the familiar of my baby pillow. A second to appreciate the littlest, all I have been hearing the whole week are senseless buzzing that seemed to pitch higher around annoying little brothers. Which leaves me wondering, where have all the birds gone to?
Let's hope the birds will find its course on December 16th. Though I may not mind playing in the rain with my pretty heels, but I certainly do not wish having to toast on Panadol on my birthday.
Signed, Sealed, Delivered,
Juliana Mazlan
Friday, December 03, 2010 @ 3:39:00 AM
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