Dear diary,
Life can be so sweet on the sunny side of the street.
Here i am, succumbed by the tune of jazz that splendour like air, spurred in every space and corner of this small, cubic, poor ventilation and maintainance home sweet home. my surrounds are rubble and concrete debris from constructions and house demolition. On my second hand approach, i poured some scent of antiseptic, circulating sprays of chlorofoam that at the same time gave this house a smell like in the morgue.
It is hazy and smokey Sunday and out of a blue, i am a brain dead.
My daddy jokingly told mama that those chocolatey drinks must choked my esophagus and conjured my terminal brain.
I am reading a book called brooklyn follies, with coffee and nice jazz at my room...
dyinnnnnngggggggg!!!!!!!!!!
bila gik mara mok keluar????
till then! Cheers peeps~~
Here i am, succumbed by the tune of jazz that splendour like air, spurred in every space and corner of this small, cubic, poor ventilation and maintainance home sweet home. my surrounds are rubble and concrete debris from constructions and house demolition. On my second hand approach, i poured some scent of antiseptic, circulating sprays of chlorofoam that at the same time gave this house a smell like in the morgue.
It is hazy and smokey Sunday and out of a blue, i am a brain dead.
My daddy jokingly told mama that those chocolatey drinks must choked my esophagus and conjured my terminal brain.
I am reading a book called brooklyn follies, with coffee and nice jazz at my room...
dyinnnnnngggggggg!!!!!!!!!!
bila gik mara mok keluar????
till then! Cheers peeps~~
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