of why's and misses..
my legs and ass are itching to dance!!!
to dance to the sweet sweet sounds of R&B, with the heavy bass and the oohh-so-tantalizing beats!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
where the dance floor is just the dance floor and everyone is welcomed to pour their souls out.
where nothing is wrong and nothing is right for no one dances the right way anyway.
where talents are shown and applauded for.
where all everyone does is to shine!!!!!!!
i'll have to try and persuade my parents this week, otherwise i'll have to rely on my bloody laptop speakers and the mirror.
ARGH.
i need my australian-malaysian converter nowwww seeing that i'm not doing very well without the 2.1 speakers.
" i see you baby, just shaking that ass.........." (LOL!)
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the trip to melaka was boring.
having been woken up at a god-forbidden time, i dragged my feet to the bathroom and showered in a blur blur blur blur state.
i packed a few things for the trip, and babi, this is no ROAD-TRIP ok.
thank god i charged my ipod the night before, so at least i'd have a good supply of music on the way back anyway.
don't mind me, the cds in the car are all burnt by yours truly, but they've been way overplayed, since.......january. the last time i burnt a cd for the car. so you get what i mean.
mom in the passenger seat, dad at the driver's.
me and justin? at the back.
i don't really mind going back to melaka, i was just grumpy.
had no idea why, but we blame it all on the hormones anyway.
which turned out to be right.
had cramps the whole evening after that.
DARN IT!
couldn't even sit properly with a smiling face.
my head was swaying about with my hands over my stomach.
i tell you, it's not easy being a girl.
yes, i know the guys sacrificed a rib for the girls, but most guys don't even need those ribs anyway.
some (thinks marilyn manson) even have them removed so they can give themselves their own blow jobs. BLAH.
no mood no mood.
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i need a fresh supply of chocolates!!!
mine is currently depleting at an exponential rate and by estimation, it'll be all out by mid-day, two days from now!!
babi.
i think i live on chocolates.
HAHA!!
which reminds me of pranava and indar's suggestion.
mr. p nava says:
"i'm planning on keeping you like a hamster in a cage with a wheel for you to exercise on. then we'd keep u like a pet and feed you everyday!!"
mr. indar says:
" no no!! su wen won't run on the wheel!! she'd be tooooo lazy lah. we'd have to hang a bar of chocolate in front of the wheel to tempt her to run."
which i think, might be prolly true, IF i had a brain of a hamster lah!!!!
so cute right, the hamsters????!?!?
it's like, god felt he really really needed to create something really cute and heart melting, and WAHLAH!! out came the hamsters!!!
..
which again reminds me of my hamster that was stepped on by my brother about a decade back.
and how it turned over and started shaking and then stopped moving.
of how i cried my eyes out, but was happy awhile later when my dad brought me out to buy a new one.
bitch.
to dance to the sweet sweet sounds of R&B, with the heavy bass and the oohh-so-tantalizing beats!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
where the dance floor is just the dance floor and everyone is welcomed to pour their souls out.
where nothing is wrong and nothing is right for no one dances the right way anyway.
where talents are shown and applauded for.
where all everyone does is to shine!!!!!!!
i'll have to try and persuade my parents this week, otherwise i'll have to rely on my bloody laptop speakers and the mirror.
ARGH.
i need my australian-malaysian converter nowwww seeing that i'm not doing very well without the 2.1 speakers.
" i see you baby, just shaking that ass.........." (LOL!)
-----------------------------------------------
the trip to melaka was boring.
having been woken up at a god-forbidden time, i dragged my feet to the bathroom and showered in a blur blur blur blur state.
i packed a few things for the trip, and babi, this is no ROAD-TRIP ok.
thank god i charged my ipod the night before, so at least i'd have a good supply of music on the way back anyway.
don't mind me, the cds in the car are all burnt by yours truly, but they've been way overplayed, since.......january. the last time i burnt a cd for the car. so you get what i mean.
mom in the passenger seat, dad at the driver's.
me and justin? at the back.
i don't really mind going back to melaka, i was just grumpy.
had no idea why, but we blame it all on the hormones anyway.
which turned out to be right.
had cramps the whole evening after that.
DARN IT!
couldn't even sit properly with a smiling face.
my head was swaying about with my hands over my stomach.
i tell you, it's not easy being a girl.
yes, i know the guys sacrificed a rib for the girls, but most guys don't even need those ribs anyway.
some (thinks marilyn manson) even have them removed so they can give themselves their own blow jobs. BLAH.
no mood no mood.
--------------------------------------
i need a fresh supply of chocolates!!!
mine is currently depleting at an exponential rate and by estimation, it'll be all out by mid-day, two days from now!!
babi.
i think i live on chocolates.
HAHA!!
which reminds me of pranava and indar's suggestion.
mr. p nava says:
"i'm planning on keeping you like a hamster in a cage with a wheel for you to exercise on. then we'd keep u like a pet and feed you everyday!!"
mr. indar says:
" no no!! su wen won't run on the wheel!! she'd be tooooo lazy lah. we'd have to hang a bar of chocolate in front of the wheel to tempt her to run."
which i think, might be prolly true, IF i had a brain of a hamster lah!!!!
so cute right, the hamsters????!?!?
it's like, god felt he really really needed to create something really cute and heart melting, and WAHLAH!! out came the hamsters!!!
..
which again reminds me of my hamster that was stepped on by my brother about a decade back.
and how it turned over and started shaking and then stopped moving.
of how i cried my eyes out, but was happy awhile later when my dad brought me out to buy a new one.
bitch.
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