blogging's like slicing your brain to thin strips, salting em, and then drying em under the sun. It'll be fun watching every drop of moisture evaporating from them, each strip curling up like besuto prawn crackers when dropped in steaming hot oil. I could even hear them crackling.
Monday, October 29, 2007
Flowers for Dad
I took pictures of the flowers I brought to Dad's grave this morning. :-)
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