updates
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
da-da-da-da-dum...
been a while since i last blogged...
and looking back on my last post,
1) i didn't buy the sony wireless walkman, because the reviews were
- there's no lcd display
- the earpiece might/could/would slip off easily while exercising cause of sweat
- so.. no point
2) i didn't buy the sony t900, cause....
i found a camera that is cheaper, but the picture taking quality is comparable if not better than the sony...
yes, my new camera baby is: Panasonic Lumix FS42
3) nope, my jie mei's didn't buy the coach wallet (it's expensive i understand) but! at least i got a Guess bag! hee hee... brought it to work the first day after my long birthday weekend
4) one of my birthday present is a : Bonia hand-carry bag! yipppeee!!!
5) and... i did manage to get my Coach wallet after all!
hehehe...
when's the next gift-giving holiday coming??? *hint hint* jingle bells jingle....
LOL...
see ba...
hahaha...
but i doubt christmas gifts will be as fantastic la...
hahhahahaha...
and i'm waiting for Dan Brown's "Lost Symbol" to come out in soft-cover copy!!! tt's supposed to b my bday gift from louis... but it's all selling in hard covers only now!! =(
gah... waiting waiting waiting...
hahahahha
=)
Voulez vous coucher avec moi.♥
And how you like to aggravate the ice cream man on rainy afternoons
Sunday, August 30, 2009
its back to blogosphere again!
haha... twitter is really making all bloggers lazy..
bah....
anyways...
guess wad time of the year is it??
hahahahha...
to everyone else... its nothing special la... haven even near december yet...
but...
lalala...
its tt time of the year where i count down to my birthday!! hahaha
hmm... for the past few weeks, i planned 2 birthdays for 3 ppl. (1 of the birthday celebr8 for 2 ppl at the same time)
yet, now tt it's nearing my birthday, i wonder... really wonder, if they'd do the same for me?
tt said, i somehow feel tt, my group of sisters seem rather disperse already.
of cos, the gal i'm closest with, i still contact her thru the phone la...
but apart from tt, feels a bit like everyone else is busy with their own stuff,
not tt there's anyone to blame for this... well, as we grow, our responsibilities grow as well...
anyway, also dunno whether all will turn up for a birthday dinner anot, cos the past few outings not all turned up.
i dun expect an extravagant dinner, juz a simple steamboat dinner, where we can catch up.
lol.. dunno y, everytime near my birthday i start to feel emo
den especially on the exact day itself, i will cry.
i duno y...
i hope to break the chain of crying on my birthday every year...
I MUST NOT CRY! MUST NOT!!!! MUST BE DETERMINED!!!
oh well...
let's just move on to more happy topics...
and one of the things tt i think most ppl look forward to on their birthdays, (OK, I admit, i look forward!!)
are...
PRESENTS!!!
hahaha
i'm thinking... well
maybe i should buy myself some presents... hahaha...
so i've decided to aim at 2 of these beauties:
as for my jie mei men... er.. haha... i think i thick skin a bit let u all noe wad i wan la hor? hahaha... ok
or a Guess de handbag ba...
ba...
no need to be the exact design if can't find, or too ex... as long as can see logo can le..
hahaha....
in my opinion, no point getting something branded when u can't flaunt the logo right?
yea, i'm superficial like tt...
hahaha
hmm...
so many wants... but need to have limitations la...
maybe when its closer to december, i'll set a new goal for myself to get me a christmas gift...
hahahah...
lalala... shall blog again soon =)
Voulez vous coucher avec moi.♥
Unintended
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
i'm shocked.
the age difference.
is it even possible?
there are factors.
but he didn't really spell it out
or did he?
hmm...
You could be my unintended
Choice to live my life extended
You could be the one I'll always love
You could be the one who listens
To my deepest inquisitions
You could be the one I'll always love
I'll be there as soon as I can
But I'm busy mending broken
Pieces of the life I had before
First there was the one who challenged
All my dreams and all my balance
She could never be as good as you
You could be my unintended
Choice to live my life extended
You should be the one I'll always love
I'll be there as soon as I can
But I'm busy mending broken
Pieces of the life I had before
I'll be there as soon as I can
But I'm busy mending broken
Pieces of the life I had before
Before you
Voulez vous coucher avec moi.♥
Hey, you, with the music on
Friday, August 7, 2009
A nice piece of writing. Not written by me though. It's written by a girl, Rebecca Li.
I really like the way she describes the tiny details that we'd normally miss. and she actually brings life to the details. it feels as though you're right there, you can actually feel the way the girl feels.
well, just to share her work with you guys.
She stood at the train platform, heart and soul all numb from feeling, body all numb from the cold. She looked a mess with black stains around her eyes, but alright, an alright mess. Long dark hair, small and beautiful stature, you want to but you better not look her in the eye or she might start to cry. She stared down at her shoes; not remembering where she got them from, wondering if that mattered. If that didn’t then what does?
The train to nowhere was due anytime she wanted. She wasn’t sure where she was going so she sat down on – more like flopped onto - a bench half-heartedly and wearily brought out a pack of cigarettes. Any escapism would be good right about now, but unfortunately the world is as it is and in public at 9 in the morning you better only be smoking cigarettes or you get stared at.
She lit one up with quite a big flame from her lighter, almost burning her eyebrow. She quite liked that feeling, but as the cigarette was lighted there was no need to hold it up any longer than necessary. After all, there were people around, lots and lots of people. She tried to behave as normally as she knew how - she had never been at a train platform at 9 in the morning before and it was terrible pretending. She puffed on the cigarette and she inhaled and exhaled purposefully, like each moment meant something other-worldly and felt a little bit more invincible. But then the people boarded the train that had just arrived and she was left all alone.
In that aloneness she stopped puffing on her cigarette and stared at it lying limp as a carcass in her hand. The grey-ash looked like some form of sandcastle a child would build, and the red burning bit inside of that grey-ash sandcastle was burning everything to pieces. Bit by bit, moment by moment it was all decaying and she couldn’t shake the feeling that everybody was a sandcastle and we all had a fiery red inside of us that will burn us all to the core in the end no matter how hard we tried to imagine a life full of purpose.
This depressed her but it wasn’t her fault. It was like her mind was locked inside of itself, a solitary cell, and she wanted to - she needed to get out before she exploded. The most soul-enveloping thing about being alive is not being able to get out of your own body.
As the cold, sharp air hit her face harshly with every thought she gathered, she decided to board the next train. Where to? She wasn’t sure but that didn’t matter. Trains are warmer than the outdoors and that was all she could think of at that point.
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The train made odd chuffing and mechanical sounds as it stopped; the noises made her uncomfortable and reminded her of a broken-down machine that needed repairing. Suddenly, the quietness disappeared and there were people going onto the train and coming off it, with chitter-chatter and smiley faces and some angry and some apathetic and some sad. All of that made her feel giddy and she felt if they walked fast enough and with enough energy towards her all the bones in her body would break without her permission. This made her a little angry; she thought she had the right to control the bones in her body, if anything.
She climbed onto the train, almost missing a step and Excuse me, Sorry, Sorry, she said as she fumbled to find a seat. Now seat-finding is a difficult process if you are not sure how long you are going to be on the train for. If you were going to be on it for just a short while sitting anywhere would be good, but if you were going to be on it for a long time you needed somewhere you felt safe. And everybody knows finding an indoor place with people in it whilst feeling safe is almost impossible.
Her heart was thumping and she was tired. Cabin upon cabin she walked and finally got to one where there was hardly anybody in it. She found a window seat and sat in it cautiously – hands feeling the seat and eyes alert and looking around - as if expecting the cabin to suddenly be filled with people as soon as she sat down. Her luck was good, it seemed, because the train carried on its chuffing and moving and her cabin was still not fully filled. She laid her head back and closed her eyes, placed a pair of earphones into her ears and pressed the play button on her mp3 player. Kings of Convenience came on and that made her smile. She stayed like this a while, humming softly and letting the light, preciously comforting music wrap her little body, almost seeping into her soul and in those moments it was almost as though her soul and her entire being would suddenly become light and precious and lovely.
“Hey” said a voice that wasn’t part of her music. She thought it must be someone speaking to someone else; after all she couldn’t be the only person in that cabin, so she ignored it.
“Hey, you, with the music on” it came again.
She took her earphones off and the old, tiresome world returned into her ears and into her head and when she opened her eyes she realised there was no one else around her, but as she turned around there was the face of a startlingly gorgeous boy. He had soft brown hair that the sun was smiling upon and in some moments when they turned golden brown he looked as though he had a halo. His blue-grey eyes were transfixed upon her, as if mesmerized by her very existence.
“Were you talking to me?” She asked of those blue-grey eyes.
“Why, yes, of course. There’s nobody else around. Am I disturbing you? I hope not.”
“No, no, not at all. I was just listening to some Iron and Wine, they make me feel at ease.”
“They do the same for me.”
Their eyes met and they smiled at each other shyly, and her long dark hair even seemed to glimmer a bit. She offered him the seat beside her and he politely but eagerly took it.
“Where are you going?” He asked her.
“Going? Going, coming, I don’t know anymore. I go places and I arrive in places but mostly I sit and see where they take me. Thinking about going places is far too tiring.”
“Let me guess, when you boarded this train you thought – Let’s see where this train to nowhere takes me.”
“Yeah, that’s right. How did you know?”
“It’s because I am the same as you. I can just tell.”
She wasn’t sure what he meant, and felt a little insulted at him being so sure he was “the same as her”. He couldn’t possibly have felt the pain she did, could he? Or have the insensitivity of the world lay its awful head upon his shoulders? But at the same time thinking like that was narcissistic of her and so she tried to erase it.
“What do you mean the same as me? You can’t be me; surely nobody can be anybody else. Besides, you can’t come in here and tell me you are the same as me. You with your gorgeousness and me with my terrible black mess.”
“It will take months and maybe years of talking for you to understand what I mean but let’s put it this way, I listen to music for comfort because the sounds the world and its people produce are far too tiring to bear. Even silence is sometimes too overwhelming. Also, there’s hardly anyone here in this cabin and you look sad and I had this overwhelming urge to come and speak to you and tell you it will be alright, you will see.”
This touched her yet left her quite confused. But surely, she thought, surely in this world there must be somebody just like her. If not just like then perhaps a little like. Besides, this strange boy comforted her, even more so then her music did. She decided to stay with him awhile.
“Alright, I know what you mean, I think. Do you want to sit here awhile or are you getting off the train?”
“Oh no no, I have plenty of time to kill. I too boarded the train to nowhere. Did you know that this train to nowhere also goes anywhere? Anytime you want to we can get off and go somewhere nice, and it will be somewhere nice because this train goes anywhere.” He leaned in gently and smiled as he saw her brown eyes light up.
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“If you could go anywhere right now, where would it be?”
“The beach, I think. Somewhere peaceful and quiet. The endless sea would make me feel insignificant and quite lonely but in a way I would like it. And you know, for some reason the sky is even more beautiful when it is just above vast water. Something about the contrast between sky and sea…” She trailed off softly, like she was speaking to herself.
The boy disappeared right then and an empty space took his place where he had just been and then, just as soon as he disappeared he appeared again and the train screeched haltingly into a stop.
“You got it!” He announced suddenly, beaming proudly.
She looked around her, first confused, then bemused, and then utterly bewildered. Vapour had collected against the window beside her because of the cold. They were so beautifully and perfectly placed, holding onto the windowsill as if for dear life. If you glanced around they would be a complete blur but if you looked at them closely they were almost living beings. Living beings that were so content with just hanging out on the windowsill. It was mind-boggling. But past that, past that there was the smooth sand and the green waters and the blue sky and almost nothing else in her sight.
“How did you do that?!”
“Do what? Come on, there’s a beach to explore!” The boy offered her his hand as they stood up at the same time, but she hesitated and shuffled her feet.
“I hardly know you.”
“I know. But hey, look, this train isn’t going anywhere remember? It is going to be here anytime we want to come back.”
“How do you know?”
“I just do.”
“You promise?”
“I promise.”
“Alright, then, but just for a while.”
They got off the train and all of a sudden it wasn’t so cold anymore. Her coat was still on but it was the right temperature, it seemed the right time of the day to be on the beach on a cold day, for the sun was shining straight on them and its rays on her skin made her feel alive. It reminded her of the various songs and images and situations she had spent time imagining herself in. Something like driving with the windows down during a sunrise and feeling the air of all of the world in your face, going to France and buying a baguette, things like that.
His hair waved softly in the wind and he was shivering a bit despite the sunshine, so she held his hand a little tighter. Seagulls sang their songs and made their noises and the wind ruffled some distant trees like a fond father and they walked on, feet sinking into sand and occasionally hitting a seashell. Sometimes they bent down to pick one up to admire its beauty. They had an earpiece in their ear each, connected to her music player, and it was an incredible feeling, she thought. Soft comforting melody seeping into not one but two souls this time. Synchronised beauty, shared minds, souls entwined. For those minutes, at least. For those minutes it was absolute bliss, like nothing could touch them, like those minutes would last forever.
As they walked on the seemingly endless beach they encountered a mother and two children, a boy and a girl, who were standing around looking into the ocean. Out of nowhere the boy started to pick up a stick to hit his sister with, and then outraged shouts from the mother were heard. She grimaced as she thought of how much she disliked children.
“Not a fan, huh?” He must have noticed the look on her face.
“They’re alright, I suppose, to a certain degree. They get annoying.”
“Yeah, I know what you mean. Sometimes though I can’t help but wonder if it is because I am insanely jealous of their simplicity. Life was easier when it was all ice cream and candy.”
She nodded.
This boy got her thinking about things. Not terrible things like she always got herself thinking about, but good ones. She liked this feeling, this feeling with him and the beach and the endlessness of everything, and she hadn’t properly liked anything in a long time.
As they walked on they approached an abandoned watch tower that looked like it would be reasonably warm inside, so they decided to enter it. Night was gradually falling and dusk that evening was spectacular – different palettes of colour was painted all over the sky. If God existed, it was as though He had reserved the best sunset for that very evening with a careful but artistic swish-swish of His brush.
They sat themselves down on the ground and slumped against a wall comfortably. Within their reach was a thick and warm duvet, albeit a little dirty.
“Cigarette?” She took one out and pursed it between her lips and held the pack out towards him.
“Yes, please, that would be perfect. Light me up after yours? Big flame, I like big flames.”
She told him about the grey-ash sandcastle, and he told her he understood, and in his blue-grey eyes she could tell he did. He really did.
“I could be safe with you, I don’t know how you are so sure of everything but I want to escape into you. There would be no more black nothingness in me. But people always leave and precious moments always pass and the longer I live the more (people, events, time periods) I miss and the sadder and more tired I become. Nobody’s really here for anybody and I am lonely.” A tear tried its very best to escape the corner of her eye as she became nostalgic and the reasons why she was standing sadly at that train platform all came rushing back like a sudden kick to the head.
“Don’t think about it now. Tonight we have the stars and tonight we have each other and we don’t have to go anywhere and I am not going anywhere.” He squeezed her hand tightly and then pulled the duvet over them so that they were snuggled nice and warm.
They were situated like this a while, star-gazing and considering the futility of life and although both their bodies trembled at the thought of losing each other their minds reprimanded them for being too attached to someone they’d just met.
Slowly she got sleepy, and tired of thinking. Mostly she was tired of being miserable. After all, she had done a whole day’s worth of thinking, and before that day she had had many days’ worth of thinking and she couldn’t possibly do any more.
“I’ll think about it tomorrow”, she murmured to herself, as sleep overcame her like a big and black but warm blanket.
He smiled at the broken sleeping girl in her arms and held her tight, drifting off into sleep himself, wishing there was a way they could fall asleep together and see each other in their dreams so not one second could be lost for tomorrow is a hollow thought and nobody knows what tomorrow might bring.Source:http://www.facebook.com/note.php?note_id=108074918130&ref=nf
hopefully one day, i'll get down to writing something. and hopefully my literature wouldn't fail me.
Voulez vous coucher avec moi.♥
Would you wear these?
Thursday, August 6, 2009
Louis Vuitton meets Kanye West meets Nike Air Force 1
Super chio!
Source:
http://www.sneakerfreaker.com/feature/fashion-high-end-luxury-sneakers/1/
is really damn nice lo this one...
tho i'm not a major fan of sneakers... but this is one pair tt i wouldn't mind adding to my collection.
loves.
wad are they coming up with next?
Jimmy Choos mix with the next sports brand = some hybrid of a heel and a sneaker
tt i can't wait to see...
hahaha...
check out the website above, they've showcased some sneakers by Chanel, Gucci, Marc Jacobs and more...
*peace ~
Voulez vous coucher avec moi.♥
What's your pleasure?
Monday, August 3, 2009
wow...
long long long long long long time since i've posted anything.
and someone said tt i always complain she nv update her blog,
i also never update mine...
okok... fine... so just nice have some things to blog about
i think its gonna b a long one... haha, to make up for the
lack of updates ba...
hahahahahahha.....
well,
did some events promotion thingy la...
sort of like a modeling for photoshoot/ publicity/ flyer
distribution thingy la...
there wasn't any confirmation tt there will be media coverage
when i first took up this project...
but now, from what i've heard, we should be covered in the
newspapers. (will post any updates on this, once i get them.)
haha...
well, hopefully i'll also get roped in for the upcoming...
and other future similar events.
not all photos are in yet, still waiting for photos to be sent
to me... hahaha... waiting waiting...
will post them up when i get them...
but first here are some to tide you over while you wait,
some pictures of our "qing gong yen" + a few random ones taken
using my phone:
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when u settle into the same ol' routine of your everyday life,
things tend to seem dull and mundane...
for me, well when i first accepted this project,
of cos i was excited bout it...
but at tt point of time i didn't know wad to expect
it was after all technically my virgin attempt.
however, know looking back at the past few days...
it's been a whole whirl of excitement.
definitely, the people you work with play a big role....
ok, before i go into the details,
the project involved having us talents donning victorian era's
costumes and going into the crowd,
acting like we're from another era, acting like we're giving
the passer-bys the royal treatment.
(for a clearer idea, please click
here )
a short "summary" of the past 3 working days (excluding the prior
photoshoot that was done like ard a week or so ago)
Day 1:- only 8 ppl were involved...
- one of the required stops was at raffles place,
haha, i become "auntie-killer"... the aunties say i look
very beautiful, and very courteous...
- photoshoot done, client said that i looked very "english"
and that i was very graceful (hahahah... tt was me @ work la)
- in-charge was happy, cos client was happy, and so she said
good job! (haha.. my virgin attempt leh!!)
- wore heels, which caused my feet to have like 10 blisters
by the end of the day
- didn't like 2 of the other crew (the C-boys we call 'em)
- they were uberly unprofessional, and had total disregard
to their demeanor
- ask me, and i'll tell u more... hahahhaha... dun wan to
give them too much exposure on my blog.
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Day 2:- 16 ppl, but we're split into 2 different groups
- lawrence was my partner for the day, he's great as a partner,
cause he can help keep the mood up, and makes the job a hell
lot more fun.
- we did a short waltz in city hall mrt station as well as one
near the fountain of bugis junction
- imagine the number of people staring at us.
- got a small cut on my eyelid, due to the false eyelash poking
my eye (moral of story: the right make-up artist makes a whole
lot of difference!)
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Day 3:- 16 ppl again, this time louis was in my group too, however
lawrence is still my partner, (paired up according to height)
- today walked around still, but towards the end of the day,
while at dhoby ghaut mrt station, sat down for quite a long time
with a fellow female crew member.
- we sat down in front of a Magnum ice-cream figurine, at first we
only planned to sit there for a while to rest, (of cos our dresses were
fanned out nicely around us, so it wasn't so unglam)
- however, more and more people came up to us asking to take pics
with us, and so we posed for pictures, while holding up the
Magnum ice-cream flyer; haha... this way we found another way for doing
our job - creating publicity for Magnum, yet at the same time, we
can just sit down instead of walking around. (leg pain!)
- only thing is, smile until numb ar... people come up one after
another, almost never-ending leh... then some times so many cameras
at one shot, dunno which one to look at.
- at one point, i saw Eunice Olsen taking pictures of us as well.
haha...
- lawrence and i did a short dance at dhoby ghaut mrt station as
well...
- had some fun with the travellators, acting as manequins...
- was dead beat by the time we returned to the studio, completely
flopped on the sofa and rest...
- the real party was when we went for our "QING GONG YEN" at
Orchard Shopping Centre's Sakura. 13 ppl were there.
- we had like only an hour plus to finish eating, and so we kept
using the clips to order the food, and we kept getting lotsa food
from the buffet spread
- towards the end, the waiter keep coming in the room to our table,
never ending flow of food even though we were all stuffed.
- and there was this mini longan eating competition too...
- couldn't remember when was the last time i laughed this much,
and had this much outrageous fun.
- at the end of it all, we all did a group hand press, all 13 of us
in the middle of Orchard Rd, shouting "OOI JI PENG" (which is supposed
to mean eggs la, i think, but it really sounded more like
hum chee peng)
- den we did another one at dhoby ghaut, couldn't remember what we
shouted, but i think it sorta meant "eating house-flies"? haha...
completely ridiculous and random, but we were all high from it
all...
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i really enjoyed myself the past few days,
imagine, just totally like being in another dimension,
in the past,i'd not smile at another stranger, or do something so
random as to say hi to some stranger at the mrt.
but what i did for the past few days was just that, smiling at people,
saying hi to complete strangers, curtsy-ing to them, dancing in front
of them, being stared at by so many people
so much so that even when i'm out of my costume i had the urge to do
the exact same thing. "zi ye bing aka career sickness" my crew members
said... hahahaha...
there were compliments from the passer-bys, yet of cos there were
also negative comments,
there was a guy who called us aliens,
but tt was the only negativity that was encountered amidst of the
countless compliments
so wad the heck... hahaha
its really hard to put into words the adrenaline that u'll feel...
but it definitely made a change to my everyday life,
i used to feel really self conscious when i walked into the canteen at
Mc.
used to feel self conscious when i walked past crowds, yet now, it
seems as though its nothing, i feel more confident bout myself, of
course not suddenly jump to real high confidence level la... but there
is definitely an increase in the confidence level.
it's been a crazy weekend, hanging around crazy people, doing crazy
stuff,
can't wait till the next round of events, or the next outing that will
be organized, soon (i hope!) hahahaha...
ok as said, further photos and updates soon... some photos were posted
on facebook already, but i'm not sure if y'all will be able to view.
shld be able to la... but i'll juz post a few of them here too.
till the next time, adios ppl =D
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P.s.: out of all this fun and excitement, there was one little issue tt
brought my mood down. but well, since i've chosen not to think about
that, i shall not blog about it here.
to tt babe whom i've confided in: u're the only person who knows about
it, well, maybe other than those involved la... so... shhh... =X
Voulez vous coucher avec moi.♥
Like a comet blazing across the evening sky...
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
a meaningful song... MJ's favorite...
SMILE =)Artist: Nat King Cole
Words by: John Turner and Geoffrey Parsons
Music by: Charlie Chaplin
Smile though your heart is aching
Smile even though its breaking
When there are clouds in the sky, youll get by
If you smile through your fear and sorrow
Smile and maybe tomorrow
Youll see the sun come shining through for you
Light up your face with gladness
Hide every trace of sadness
Although a tear may be ever so near
Thats the time you must keep on trying
Smile, whats the use of crying?
Youll find that life is still worthwhile
If you just smile
Thats the time you must keep on trying
Smile, whats the use of crying?
Youll find that life is still worthwhile
If you just smile
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You'll be remembered, dearly missed, deeply loved...
Like A Comet
Blazing 'Cross The Evening Sky
Gone Too Soon
Like A Rainbow
Fading In The Twinkling Of An Eye
Gone Too Soon
Shiny And Sparkly
And Splendidly Bright
Here One Day
Gone One Night
Like The Loss Of Sunlight
On A Cloudy Afternoon
Gone Too Soon
Like A Castle
Built Upon A Sandy Beach
Gone Too Soon
Like A Perfect Flower
That Is Just Beyond Your Reach
Gone Too Soon
Born To Amuse, To Inspire, To Delight
Here One Day
Gone One Night
Like A Sunset
Dying With The Rising Of The Moon
Gone Too Soon
Gone Too Soonas i'm posting this...
i'm watching the re-run of MJ's Public Memorial.
really sad and happy at the same time... some of the euolgies are damn touching...
seriously... emotions overload.
♥ ♥ ♥
Voulez vous coucher avec moi.♥
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