Saturday, January 13, 2007
The relentless rain.
The relentless rain.
Gloomy weather.
Jam-packed trains.
Soaked slippers, wet feet.
Doesn't help to improve one's mood at all.
Crap.
Whatever.
Now I can understand how it happens.
The babies are all growing up.
Then in August 2005.
And grown up.
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