chaiii.
clara dominique.
twentyeightseptember.
libra.
I give you audio candy.
love comes again; tiesto
touch me; tiesto
ooh la lishious; jaymen
yeah yeah; bodyrox ft. luciana
perfect exceeder; mason vs. princess superstar
love don't let me go; david guetta vs. the egg
it's too late; evermore
les djinns (trentemoller remix); djuma soundsystem
elektro; outwork ft. mr gee
moving too fast; supafly inc.
world hold on; bob sinclair
yesternight, i met (let's give him a name) X. the conversations we had were so limited, so awkward. though the limitations and the possibilites of lies tucked under somewhere, i had the words go in one ear and without a doubt, out the other. maybe it mellowed down a little after an hour and a half. knowing how naive i am, !@#$%^&*&^%$#@!. i decided to do some thinking by taking the slowest drive at 645 in the morning to macs. eggs, sausage, orange juice and thoughts. but seriously, i think you've grown a tid bit more charming.
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"you must not know about me, you must not know about me, i could have another you in a minute, matter fact he'll be be here in a minute, baby.
you must not know about me, you must not know about me, i can have another you by tomorrow, don't you ever for a second get to thinking you're irreplaceable."
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yester-evening, i brought ashley and neng for dinner. this was what happened inbetween dinner.
neng: omg! that poor girl fell off her chair and hit her head really hard! did ya'll hear that loud thud ? me: ouch. that must have hurt alot. ashley: wha. that girl's not gg to pass her PSLE.
HA, so i told ashley he must've knocked his head numerous times when he was much younger.
ashley: yeah, quite alot. me: so how did you fair for PSLE then? ashley: HAHAHAHA, 238.
alright, i think i need to do some major head banging from now.