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Picture perfect memories.
Friday, August 20, 2010, 8:40 PM



Hello there. (: Why do some people get all the luck in the world and look so perfect? Kerazyyyyy. While I am here blogging for the cutesy Rammi, she is doing some e-learning related schoolwork. I have nothing solid to do, sure there are exams coming up, but.. meh. I will probably flung anyway. I want to try something.

As I took a step at a time up the ladder to the top of my bunk bed, all I could think about was her shirt lying right there next to my pillow. My ascending quickened. As I made myself comfortable under the thick scrunch of a blanket, my arms roamed around the perimeter of my pillow. There it was. As I brought the yellow shirt closer to me, I closed my eyes and carefully placed it over my face. The smell of her skin, bringing about the image of her face with her shy smile etched on her smooth glass like complexion. In the calmness of the night, I could hear her laughter ringing in my head. It was as if she had taken over my mind. Though that was not a problem to me, because I love her.


Hahaha I was thinking about this the other night before I went to sleep. Wooookie dokes. Buhbye (:


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