so a dear friend told me she wrote a poem with a mirror in it. and there i was afterwards, wiping a mirror clean. somehow, no matter how i tried wiping this spot and the other, the mirror is not entirely clean. yea some of you might suggest using newspapers but the point im getting at is: its difficult to wipe the dirt clean. difficult to scratch your back. difficult to wipe the dried tears. know what im getting at?

im typing these on my knees because we have a major occasion coming up and my room has a third of the furniture from the hall. so im kneeling while typing this.

though puff has heard this many times now: i miss the gay bar!
parveen, you have to agree. it would have been entertaining even for you..heh.

pain. legs in pain. so. yes. love will come through by travis. have a listen.

and annisa, if you're reading this, shall visit you soon- definitely before august the 2nd.

duck, spaghetti is a sure thing. in fact, cooking it this tuesday. puff's coming over for it and colin firth. care to join?

shah, glad things are going well for you..hope they stay that way or better in future. be praying for you :)

char, whose j.c. and that message about your tooch? hee..

nurul, pink looks good on you..

right then, feet now hurting ungood so take care all and God bless.