The Search for Reason
 

 
The music of awakened Solitude, is like the dance of falling leaves; the sound of silence carried by the tinkling of bells a thousand miles away.
 
 
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Friday, December 05, 2003
 
My mum threw my brother's new red shirt into the washing machine together with gym load and I am now holding onto a sleeveless pink Nike and pink underwear. The Nike is still acceptable, but the sexy, pastel underwear is not.

At least, not in gym...


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