Friday, June 5, 2009

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I woke up to find none of my familiar surroundings. I was quite drawn to the idea of being in a foreign place that none could speak my language. I was alone, but strangely rather, I was excited as well. It's Friday, and every Friday, I would sing to myself 'Friday, I'm in Love' from The Cure, 'Thursday, I don't care about you..but it's Friday, I'm in Loveeee..' I sang loudly to myself while walking towards the shower.

I could see her clearly through the glass window, she looked as frail and fragile like a broken ice.

Her hair is very pretty today. She is pretty as spring time.

She has been strong, for The Cure.