Late Night Tales
It’s extraordinary day – maybe. I wake up, like always, 5am. Turn a music on, brush my teeth, washing my dirty face, and then shower. Do a room…
It’s extraordinary day – maybe. I wake up, like always, 5am. Turn a music on, brush my teeth, washing my dirty face, and then shower. Do a room…
Some might feel like this is such a bad bad year. I understand it very well. But, I’ve found it myself – this not so bad. Well, it’s…
Thing, I don’t know why but I feel it, I feel it right, feel it through the vibe, feel it though my spine, feel it in my mind.…
In our garden, jackfruit tree growing like an ancient. Granny said it’s was long grown by grandpa long long time ago – long enough till grandpa move on…
It’s might not be the right time, I might not be the right one. Daft Punk keep singing this song. Yes, It’s the same story about my expression…
Mid summer of 06 I’ve got critical change which might effect even my daily today’s life. It’s something about I’ve got tendinitis on both my ankles from exercise.…
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