Fullerton has a different kind of energy now, as if dust particles all had gotten high on caffeine and condensed while in the air. Everywhere I walk people seem to move slowly, dazed. Or maybe it is just me. It’s 6 O’ clock, and I’m with Jordy and Brent in Brent’s car waiting for Lisa.
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- Farewell dear cousin
- charged
- In Love But Not Loving
- George of MY Jungle
- Shoot Her For Me
- How To Be Alone
- im feeling it again
- why oh why
- Bad timing guys
- Hotel
- Miss Aida: I'm sorry for your loss. It always seems cliched when someone outside almost apologizes for something that is beyond their control, but I am sorry. I'
- along: Al fatihah to ngangah. Kaklong will always remember you in my doa. InsyaAllah.
- kin: pray for your happiness. and when u do find it i hope u'll share it.
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