MIN You're what you own. It's not so perfect everyday. So it's true my words are contrived I tell lies just to get into your mind Beauty makes her eyes glow. Imitations of love. Sweet music and hidden grace. Unspoken, Tagboard here. Archives October 2007 November 2007 December 2007 January 2008 February 2008 March 2008 April 2008 May 2008 June 2008 July 2008 August 2008 September 2008 November 2008 December 2008 January 2009 February 2009 March 2009 credits, Designer: JeSsie Basecode: tm
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Thursday, November 8, 2007
![]() Last evening, headed over to Queensway with the clique to get soc. boots . I must say..Im so impatient ..Waited for Daddy to come over to foot the bill before we went for dinner.HAHA. And Deepavali with Ses. At Vivo. It's just too complex a place for me. Cant make out where is where. And I hate that. Rest our feet! Chilled out at Marche with goody good novels. :):) ''I DON'T KNOW'' Never such a thing. How can I not know when every single matter sticks out like a sore thumb. I've never wanted to tell or am I ever able to heal them. I'm sick and tired of hearing all those people talk. And with denials, having to coax yourself again and again. Close one eye. Or both... 7:22 AM |