<body><script type="text/javascript"> function setAttributeOnload(object, attribute, val) { if(window.addEventListener) { window.addEventListener('load', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }, false); } else { window.attachEvent('onload', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }); } } </script> <div id="navbar-iframe-container"></div> <script type="text/javascript" src="https://apis.google.com/js/platform.js"></script> <script type="text/javascript"> gapi.load("gapi.iframes:gapi.iframes.style.bubble", function() { if (gapi.iframes && gapi.iframes.getContext) { gapi.iframes.getContext().openChild({ url: 'https://www.blogger.com/navbar/20271652?origin\x3dhttps://thedeadlypast.blogspot.com', where: document.getElementById("navbar-iframe-container"), id: "navbar-iframe" }); } }); </script>
Saturday, April 19, 2008

I feel so guilty lately.
Then again, guilt will always fade away.

Juggling between pies.
Somehow, my heart goes for the one who loves me because of what i am.
The other one,
buat pakai sudah...

East Coast at night.
Carpark G.
Under the moonlight.
The sand.
The waves.
Somehow part of me pledge to be with her forever.

I'm enlisted in the Army already.
14th June or maybe September.
If i defer.

2:47 am
Razzi Stifler