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Sunday, January 16, 2011

Where there is smoke, there's fire. Where there's you, there's desire.

Baby's not here with me, everything seems so wrong.

Theres no one to say "I love you a lot",
no one to rub my tummy when it hurts,
no one to cook maggi plus egg for me when i'm hungry,
hold my hand always,
letting me go first when its very crowded,
hugging my waist tightly and say "I love you",
dancing parapara for me to see,
grab and my hand dance parapara together,
feed me my food.

And yet now, i'm having mens stomach ache, he ain't here to help me rub tummy. Everything just doesn't feels right, Independence? Enough craps, school is nice today. Just found out i've two pisces , one gold cow and virgo in class . Hahaha , funny much . BYE! Remember to click my nuffnang ~!