its just 1718hrs in thid lovely saturdays…so?
like bitch rite…
Archive for the ‘CallSign’ category
craps..totally
June 14th, 2008
Perfume Garden
June 13th, 2008
Drifted aura
Curious senses
Dream of love
In a bed of roses
Intact hedge
Vivid stare
Needed affection
Flowing motion
Greeting… to my illusion
Hibernation… in perfume garden
Absurd jealousy
Erased misery
Endless smile
I could fly
I wish to
All this true
Sirouting clues
Feeling blues
Bye-bye… to my illusions
See you… my perfume garden
terribly mine
June 12th, 2008
most of my time wondering on how hell i was here.bitter and nothing to think about as what i wrote now nothing to do with others.think it was stupid and nothing should come from me.at all.i had these strange dreams before seeing all scary image of life.i couldn’t talk.not like ii am heavy on drugs. [...]
family
June 5th, 2008
Lasts night my sister told me that our aunt’s death.Well, A Sarawakian ,married to my mother cousins and decided to stay in my ‘kampung’ dispite of having a ‘un-loyal” husband…The news was a shocking me since i didn’t see her at almost 4 years.Cause of death by cancer.Its family then…Al- Fatihah to her..
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