nobody is helping me with this and it's a pain, it really is. yet i feel rather nonchalant; so this is how it feels to be brand new. to be like you. evil. im afraid i need mr jamie the sheep back now, for i need him more. mr tipyourbartender is no longer sighted on msn. i hope he's okay.
'nut dah fierce sekarang,' says the dearbubbleboy on a high, in cO&ca.
boy, this is fun. yeah baby yeah.
chocolate rush in the evening makes le throat hurt.
i think i have something like an ulcer.
the eve of ramadhan is a start of something good. and everything should be done differently because to fast is to abstain from everything (good but) bad. alah, you get what i mean. i dont feel really ready this time around, maybe because it's all happening so fast. but im excited, because come ramadhan, i always feel so at ease.
will we miss out on a lot. and no, im not talking about fasting.
he has somehow covinced me to buy cds (yum) instead of, you know. the other 'i shall not say method'. it is really exciting to hold something in your hand and squeeze it and caress it and lust for it at first sight. jeng jeng jeng, sounds like trashtalk dont it. we have become avid fans, the both of us.
on second thoughts, i dont think i'll go to the michaelbuble concert. bad timings, and wanting to commit to something better cuts hopes up. all for good, in actuality though not apparent.
the suffering is L0v3.
sedap i just want to lick it like whipped cream on hot waffles, woooot.
do you know how much hand is itching to shop or not. but restraining is good. yeah right, im just saying that for the sake of it, heh.
FYI, im not saying goodbye. im saying later, much more. when everything comes into clear, in due time. and everything is heard, in due time. you wont get what i mean, but you wont do anything either. that's the problem.
right. happy holy month.