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Quote of the Day
All the art of living lies in a fine mingling of letting go and holding on -Havelock Ellis


Letting go. I never knew how.

Holdin on. That i do nicely.

What if i stopped holding on? Would that mean i'm letting go?


Ah, here is a better thought.


How about i hand u a loaded gun.


Would u hunt her down and get her to sleep with me?


p/s: fire a warning shot if absolutely necessary.




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Who ruffles feathers and gets excited when the dark clouds gather rain?
nadanadanadanadanadanadanadanadanaa

fuh-i'm hookd.

These indians are ROCKIN'!





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No, not that kind, a different kind.

I had one last night. Twas bound to happen tho. Red button pushed. Ka-boom.

It sucks cos it took much effort withholding it from happening and it din help that i am goin thru the shittiest of times...

fck that.

DotA.


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Are u?


Lucinda Williams - Are You Alright

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U'd ask, dude! aint this a tad queer!!
I'd say, only fer em WonderGirls. Wooohoooo!

It all startd wen AZAIG posted a parody bit, off the original music vid(the above vid). Yeh, the parody was hillarious, but wat got me hooked was the showcase of em dance moves. It may as well be right to say, i have watched almost all possible versions of that music vid on utube and still cant get enuff. Also, i have danced to it(in a satirical manner of course).

I know its disturbing, but fck, these girls are addictive.

To prove my point;



Aaahh, am off to watch more of vids of 'Wondergirls - Nobody' again.

U'd go, Thevan, u so crossed over to the queerside!
I'd go, ..... ssshhh! now, hand me a tissue.



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over at Kinrara, Puchong.

Its just being here, the distortion of what u remember it bein like back home and then there is no lah-ing at every end of a sentence. No ramly burgers. No nasi lemak that actually tastes like nasi lemak.
Dang, layaning jiwang is becomin very much of a norm these days. I succumb to this mood most noticably when mi playlist hits Michael Buble's Home, almost instantly i fall into this rather dark gloomy state. Most times, with the homesickness, the ugly memories of the past comes creepin in. Just like zombies on yur lawn, they just keep comin and they'll fckin feast on yur brain.
Sigh.

U'd go, ...
I'd say, imma needa my fixah. I needa.


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