Cool morning breeze.
Cold morning shower.
Messy bed and wrinkled shirt.
Hot iron with tangled strings.
Fresh radio sound and clear morning news.
Baby steps on the stairs.
Roaring sound of the engine.
Heavy traffic with hungry student.
Hopeful heart,scouting for that one spot.
There's no parking spot left.
You day ends there.
Back to the messy bed, sleeping with your wrinkled shirt,again.
Running away from reality, but I haven't made it to fantasy yet. Not just yet.
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- Odd numbered night that fell on a Friday :)
- Am I the only who is not excited about Raya? Sorry...
- You got me.
- I bet Gordo didn't know about this.
- Flipping through my old documents.
- Time flies.
- Urgh.
- My advice to you;
- Next destination; Seoul, Korea
- One significant person.
- Talking about the future is a scary thing!
- July, the climax of 2011!
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