a blurb:
Talk to the voice on the phone
Go on
Ask and he’ll speak of your freedom
Give your tears to the stranger
Wonder,
Who he may be doesn’t matter
Search a bit of your soul to share
You dare
Trust in a voice that was never there
November 04, 2009 12:07AM
NaNoWriMo 2009
What: Snippets, shenanigans and spontaneous outbursts from a jell-o mind.
Who: Jam - Scatter-brained artist, writer, wide-eyed dreamer, 22, searching endlessly for ways to live forever. (And those unforgettable peanut bon-bons she ate back when she was 6 years old).
Where: Philippines
How: (to use website) Click. Mostly Labeled, sorted by date. Expect Randomness, inanity and lots of sleep-deprived nights. Do not be afraid.
Some rules:
1. Stuff that belong to me are automatically copyrighted. Thank you ^^.
2. The rest will probably belong to someone else (unless otherwise stated). Copyright belongs to them.
3. Walk around and behave yourself. Questions? jammygolucky@ym.com will do the trick.
