All of sudden, I feel like wearing a beach dress, a long one, with tube top...
Dancing at the beach, under the starry sky, and the full bright moon...
Dance, dance, and dance.....
I imagine I inhale the air, slowly and deeply..
While the wind, softly kiss my cheek...
and blow my dress..
I can feel the delicate dress being blown against my body...
How nice...
Nicer, if loved one hug me from the back...
:P
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Monica Weizen Justin is verbally not good in words. So here i am, writing down all my thoughts, my feelings that no one in this world would know. So whoever bother to read this, could understand me better. If there is no one bothers, it is ok. It is simply because i don't create this blog for you, but for myself. :)
If there is anywhere in my stories that you think has something adversely to do with you, i hereby apologize first. I just want to have my own page with my own stories without being censored. The pages are the products of my thoughts that have been derived from a rational reasoning in my own unique way.
I want to be just myself.
If there is anywhere in my stories that you think has something adversely to do with you, i hereby apologize first. I just want to have my own page with my own stories without being censored. The pages are the products of my thoughts that have been derived from a rational reasoning in my own unique way.
I want to be just myself.
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