Time
Dear Kean
It's nearly the end of August, and the last time which I wrote here was just the start of August. How time flies...
Day in, day out, dawn to dusk, dusk to dawn.
Time really waits for no man or woman... the hours and minutes just tick by... everyday.
Oh how I miss the days when we were just going out... being so young, so carefree.
one of those photos taken inside the car... the setting sun sandwiched between the
mid-level clouds and blocks of buidlings
Hugs
Kat
It's nearly the end of August, and the last time which I wrote here was just the start of August. How time flies...
Day in, day out, dawn to dusk, dusk to dawn.
Time really waits for no man or woman... the hours and minutes just tick by... everyday.
Oh how I miss the days when we were just going out... being so young, so carefree.
one of those photos taken inside the car... the setting sun sandwiched between the
mid-level clouds and blocks of buidlings
Hugs
Kat