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“ This Too, Shall Pass ”
away from home
Thursday, May 01, 2008 | 11:59 pm

arina and i are currently waiting and placing high hopes for mat noh and syirah. i guess, if things were really to work out, i bet there's no such thing called famine if we were to start crying.

anyway, today.

sometimes, things are better sung than said. still, there is irony to every detail.
never the less, i love the couch and the boy who sat beside me throughout the play.