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Let's take this journey together, where ecstacy is not a word, but a reality. ❤You Know The Drills ❤You Knew About Us
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Sunday, March 01, 2009
Ready for those flashing lights.
Friday, Work. My right leg is hurting, with the strain and the pain from the previous session at gym. Saturday, Work. The weather made me forgo my plans, drenched in heavy pelting rain drops and cooled in freezing air conditioner on the way back home. It calls for a cuddle that i've long forgotten how it was supposed to feel like. For the first time, muffin sang, not to me though, it's better than nothing. Sunday, Coffee with Frank and Prapti, catching up after close to 6months. It has been raining cats and dogs lately, and today was not spared. Our tiny island is somewhat flooded, every step you trod gotta be slow and steady if you wanna keep them dry. However, at the end of the day or rather after 5minutes, my white shoes got soaked and soiled. On time for dance, i got a lil accustomed to the killer heels, complicated steps learnt. Again, after every lesson, we have to keep emphasizing on how much we don't wanna partner with this guy, breath stinks. Kenny Rogers with Chris and Rina, huge servings that were worth paid for. There's this annoying and head drilling noise coming from outside my main door, it's the pipes of water producing this vibrating and unbearable low humming noise. I'm just trying to suppress it with loud booming music. I'll be your girl backstage at your show, velvet ropes and guitar. Promise i'll be kind, but i won't stop until that boy is mine. |