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Ayuni, needs a job :)
eumura@hotmail.com
Sunday, 29 July 2007
emeraldine.
come, sing me songs of furry animals prancing, on rainbow steps. Hee!i've been walking around the house in grandma sweaters, soccer length socks, bedroom slippers, and then later find it all difficult to take it off when nature calls.tomorrow, i shall trudge through the unknowing crowd of city hall in the wee hours of a dull monday morning, clutching a pink shirt; as it lay motionless (not that any of my brother's shirt can come alive) on my arm. i'll hand that shirt to you mondok, silently, my voice sealed. and i'll decorate my steps with a gaze as i walk reluctantly to class, & feast my eyes on 1/4 of the room clad in the pink of health. at their very own different tones. and azman, we don't get paper cuts by running through cars. you and mondok, never fail to make my blood reach the brim of my patience! HURRGHH!
