Sunday, 24 August 2008

Four years and three months.


Top Of The Playlist:

Natasha Bedingfield - A.N.G.E.L.

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The mother got her child balloons at the carnival.

As they walked along, the child lost his balance and fell, losing grip of the balloon strings.

He cried, as the balloons drifted into the sky.

The mother remained calm and said, 'Their parents are calling them home for lunch, dear.'

'Oh. Okay.' He stopped crying and flashed a smile.

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Four years. It has been long.

I won't reflect now. It isn't time yet.

Let's keep going.

Only three months more.

After that, it's time to start laughing at the Sec Threes. xD

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Some cause happiness wherever they go; some whenever they go.

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