this is wednesday, zouk.
this is friday, ministry of sound.
this is saturday, ministry of sound again.
i cannot do bottles anymore.
nails done, chanel two-way cake refill bought, gained weight again, eighty dollar blush received, misplaced my driving licence, heartbroken and now i stomached a million nuggets.
i'm going jogging at 3 in the morning.
thank you song for the surprise, i'll chunk you everyday.
(refer to the previous post, if you're feeling lost about chunking)
i'd like this next, okay?
from the absense of blogging, i actually accomplished a few things.
lose a little weight, completed the entire season of grey's anatomy season three, sat myself down and cleaned out my room, i lost my white-ness.
but, i want my white-ness back.
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sometimes I find myself sittin' back and reminiscing,
especially when I have to watch other people kissin'.
and I remember when you started callin' me your miss's.
all the play fightin',
all the flirtatious disses
I'd tell you sad stories about my childhood
I dont why I trusted you,
but I knew that I could.
we'd spend the whole weekend lying in our own dirt.
I was just so happy in your boxers and your t-shirt.
dreams, dreams of when we had just started things,
dreams of you and me,
it seems, it seems,
that I can't shake those memories
I wonder if you have the same dreams too.