Saturday, February 03, 2007
MOODY.
One word that can describe the day. Dont know what happen. Everything seem black and white. This feel so familiar, but yet dont know when has it come across before.
Tired but aint sleep.
Hungy but aint eating.
When the cold wind blows, walking down the street, looking round the quiet road, finding yourself alone in no where.
logged ; 9:16 AM
Saturday, February 03, 2007
MOODY.
One word that can describe the day. Dont know what happen. Everything seem black and white. This feel so familiar, but yet dont know when has it come across before.
Tired but aint sleep.
Hungy but aint eating.
When the cold wind blows, walking down the street, looking round the quiet road, finding yourself alone in no where.
logged ; 9:16 AM
