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Friday, April 25, 2008

nothing much to say...

hear from my mum, saying that her uncle had died... and she went for funeral, only until sunday then come back...



You walked pass me
the strong fragrant from your hair
the smile
the air that you breathed
the posture...

seems to be special to me.
everything is unexpected, everything seems to unreal
but is reality. Believe it. Trust it.
blogged @ Friday, April 25, 2008