the fillings in a slice of strawberry struddel.
illuminated by the street light.
the nearest description available for my handwriting. at raffles place mrt platform..
so rush and i had a little date.
after a marathon session of revision at the national library.
but not before performing my friday prayers at one of the most oddest of spots.
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ok. scroll back up.
and go indulge in a bit of visual feast.
bye.
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