I met him on the first day I was in Japan. And I already love him (:
Saturday, May 1, 2010
Sleeping with the wolves tonight
I met him on the first day I was in Japan. And I already love him (:
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I met him on the first day I was in Japan. And I already love him (:
I met him on the first day I was in Japan. And I already love him (:
Because I am wild, but lost.
I quite find "about me"s rather difficult to write as I probably know as much as you know about me. You can say that I'm on the verge of finding myself, or not (:
Hence, you're very welcome to join me in finding me.
Oh and hello (:
Hence, you're very welcome to join me in finding me.
Oh and hello (:
Because what's mine is mine.
All the pictures on these blog are taken by me. And sometimes I forget to claim it as my own. So please don't rip.
Because you whisper of tales untold.
Because I've lived to tell such tales.
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- Catcalls for the Loved
- Honey, lemon and iced tea.
- Perhaps a meaty treat for you
- So I do, Madonna
- How plucky
- Being two distinct majuscule forms
- Unafraid to kibitz a little
- Mess up my bed with me
- That fellow is so shrewd
- Tom Sawyer was no coward.
- The ripping, tearing, striking thunder
- The afterclap of the rebellion struck down
- Twist and curl
- Are you sober yet?
- It's not a custom, it's habitual.
- In disgrace;
- Paperweight on my back
- Pressing letters to lips
- Overcast skies and lullabies.
- Kaleidoscope of colours that prove to me
- Sleeping with the wolves tonight
- The ground gives way to you
- To fear the morning light
- Said then th’ omnific word
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