somebody twirl me on the dance floor yeah...
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Song: Sway

When marimba rhythms start to play
Dance with me, make me sway
Like a lazy ocean hugs the shore
Hold me close, sway me more

Like a flower bending in the breeze
Bend with me, sway with ease
When we dance you have a way with me
Stay with me, sway with me

Other dancers may be on the floor
Dear, but my eyes will see only you
Only you have that magic technique
When we sway I go weak

I can hear the sounds of violins
Long before it begins
Make me thrill as only you know how
Sway me smooth, sway me now

Sway me, take me
Thrill me, hold me
Bend me, ease me
You have a way with meSway (sway)

Other dancers may be on the floor
Dear, but my eyes will see only you
Only you have that magic technique
When we sway I go weakI go weak

I can hear the sounds of violins
Long before it begins
Make me thrill as only you know how
Sway me smooth, sway me now

Make me thrill as only you know how
Sway me smooth, sway me now
Make me thrill as only you know how
Sway me smooth, sway me now
Sway me
Sway me
Sway me now
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i'm so tired of projects and presentations...
but i love interpretation..
mwahahaha..
cos tong king teaching what...
realised he's quite a good teacher..
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missing my dear..
hmmm....
gahhh...!
sometimes too caught up in my school stuff and friends but dearie i still love you kkz..
~muackz!*

~darn, i hate to admit it but yes, i miss you and i love you so much.

so much to say.
so much happened in a day.

i hardened my heart towards you.
you asked me whether i'll fight for you,
a "yes" longs to leap out of my mouth but i kept it and gave you a firm "no".
a "no", hoping that you'll find me cruel and give up on us.
i saw the tears and the pain and the love,
my heart literally ached.
but still, i let go.

went home, sat infront of my laptop, tears welled up in my eyes.
my mom came to give me a hug.
i shook my head, repeatedly telling her i'm not sad.
the more i say, the louder i cry.

she decided to help you because she saw your effort and your feelings,
things that i did not see because of anger that blinded me.

then, i saw your sincerity, your love, and the laying down of your pride,
how could i allow myself to continue clenching my jaws and holding on to the pride that hardens my heart?
i realised i can't. i can't.
you soften this heart of mine, i don't want to harden it anymore.
not anymore.

so now, it's determination and perseverance.
persevere to victory!
haha..
cheers to our love!
LoL.
;)

~i love you.

i know, i know.
my guy friends will tell me, "can't you give in to him a bit?"
my gurl friends will gasp and say, "he's too much!"
so what do i say...?
hmmmm...
can i just keep quiet and do nothing till i have something to say?
*twinkling big-eyed innocence*
hahaha.

amanda amanda..
tsk tsk..
maybe you're really not a gurlfriend material.
hahaha.
but why are you born so pretty?
nah...scratch that,
shld be: why are you so gorgeous?
hahahaha.

the diva is moody now...
too moody for anything..
for eating, for sleeping, for pak tor-ing, for crying, for laughing, for socialising and all..
maybe in mood for drinking(yummylicious, i love drinking!), relaxing and blogging.
put my focus else where..
ha ha.

where's my king nicky & prince dyl'?!
queen mandy is looking for y'all!!!
when are we all free?
let's go for a drink?!
yeah yeah yeah????
please darlings, please!!!!
LoL!
;)


~it's gonna be painful but in a long run,it's the best way.

GAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!

ok, before i say anything else.
i want to introduce this totally hawt book to all who wants freedom and their dreams fulfilled.
ta-da!~

DELICIOUS by Nicky Pellegrino.
it's a story of this young girl by the name of Maria Domenica.
young, beautiful and full of vibes and curiousity yet her life was confined
to her parents' house.
she was expected to live the life that was arranged for her.
but she has other plans.
she wants to see the world, fufill her dreams instead of slaving her life out.
one day, she ran away to see the world she longs to see.
few years later, she return 8 months pregnant, hastily married a neighbour boy she detest. but then, she ran away again to search for a new life for her daughter Chiara and her.
Many years later, it is Chiara, not Maria, who finds herself drawn back to her hometown - to the dusty little piazza, to the enticing aromas of the Caffe Angeli and to her long-lost family. But she soon discovers that the simple Italian life she seeks is not as simple as it seems - particularly where the past is concerned.
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i want to be Maria Domenica.
but i will not return 8 months pregnant, instead, i'll return with fame and make a mark for myself.
and most of all, my dream fufilled.
it's just that now i'm only 18, when can i have the ability to survive on my own?
let me know.