the hourglass on the table,
the walk before the run./
Sunday, February 17, 2008, 1:29 pm
half stranded at way past midnight, with densely hung still and humid air. last train, last bus ride.
i didn't see F1 yesterday): damn sad. the taiwan yao ming tribe's performance left the very conservative asian's mouths hung wide open at what they were wearing. only one piece of cloth hanging around. i openly think that the jackson guy is secretly hot(:
baoed 10bucks alr. damn smart. 2more days):when you get into a fit, they just can't help but roll down your cheeks i used to dread the sirens but we all wished there was one that night.