Okay, I am a sadist, and I'm trying to make everyone lose their appetites like I've lost it:
That. Is my rat trap. Yes. Rat trap. To counter the rats in my house, I bought grey/brown/black sticky sticky icky yucky glue, smeared it on cardboard (after some twenty minutes, THE GLUE IS SO SO SUCKILY STICKY), cut some onions, and threw them in the centre of the whole gross mass of cow shit. I'M TELLING YOU IT SMELLS AND LOOKS AND FEELS LIKE COW SHIT. I almost stuck a raw chicken leg in the middle of it all and garnished it with tomato skin and onions. I'm telling you, if the rats don't get caught, i am going to kill myself.
♥ Tuesday, August 28, 2007
Let me show you something you will definitely love.
BIanca Ryan, everybody. Eleven years old. Winner, America's Got Talent, Season One.
Sunday, August 26, 2007
♥ Sunday, August 26, 2007
Back to the olden classic times;
The Dance - Westlife Looking back on the memory of The dance we shared beneath the stars above For a moment all the world was right How could I have known that you'd ever say goodbye
And now I'm glad I didn't know The way it all would end, the way it all would go Our lives are better left to chance I could have missed the pain But I'd have had to miss the dance
Holding you, I held everything For a moment wasn't I a king
But if I'd only known how the king would fall Hey who's to say? You know I might have changed it all
And now I'm glad I didn't know The way it all would end the way it all would go Our lives are better left to chance I could have missed the pain But I'd have had to miss the dance
It's my life, it's better left to chance I could have missed the pain But I'd have had to miss the dance
All Out Of Love - Air Supply Im lying alone with my head on the phone Thinking of you till it hurts I know you hurt too but what else can we do Tormented and torn apart
I wish I could carry your smile in my heart For times when my life seems so low It would make me believe what tomorrow could bring When today doesnt really know, doesnt really know
Im all out of love, Im so lost without you I know you were right, believing for so long Im all out of love, what am I without you I cant be too late to say I was so wrong
I want you to come back and carry me home Away from these long, lonely nights Im reaching for you, are you feeling it too? Does the feeling seem oh, so right?
And what would you say if I called on you now And said that I cant hold on? Theres no easy way, it gets harder each day Please love me or Ill be gone, Ill be gone
♥ Sunday, August 26, 2007
THERE ARE RATS IN MY HOUSE!!!! I spotted one climbing out of my kitchen window (yuck!) two nights ago at three in the morning while i was (hehe) stealing an 'early morning snack'. It was KITTY SIZED (as daniel would know after countless freak outs at his blog and inbox) and BROWN and it had A TAIL. Okay, so the tail part isn't very surprising since all rats have tails anyway, but it's still scary! And then my aunt saw one running about in the living room (LIVING ROOM!!!) and to the kitchen. She said it was big; but she saw another one last night! A smaller one, according to her, in the kitchen, running to the fridge. And so I waited by the kitchen (my kitchen and dining room and living room are open, no doors) withmy legs on the chair as well holding the phone talking to Jess watching for any kitty-sized rats to run past. After which, I called my dad, who suaned me by saying that even if I see the rat run past, I'll be too scared to kill it which is true because I have no guts to kill anything bigger than ants, which is very stupid because I am bigger than rats but whatever. My dad still suaned me! He suaned me!
It's KITTY SIZED. IT'S BIG!!!!! IT'S HUGE! HOW SCARY IS THAT?!?!?!
So I had late lunch at Jack's Place with my aunt and oh my god she ate a lot but I ate a lot too so yeah.
Oh yes oh shit. My cousin just threw this wooden duck (YES YINGTING THAT DUCK) down the window!!!!! Lucky it didn't hit the ground floor or we'd be sued for killer litter which is not good. Wait you didn't need to know that.
I'm doing math. I'll come back tomorrow okay bye!
Monday, August 20, 2007
♥ Monday, August 20, 2007
I think my body's either regaining all the lost energy, or malfunctioning. I'm just really tired, and I'm sick. Very sick. And spent a late night smsing Daniel. I went to the doctor, and dropped by at great world to get something to cheer me up, and guess what - I bought three CDs. No, don't look at me like that, it was 3 for 50 bucks of course I bought three; Daughtry, HSM2 and Jump In. I figure my brother'd love them for his birthday at the end of the month. So actually, I only get one, which is Daughtry -.- This morning I woke up with a neck/shoulder sprain. I have this feeling in my chest, like all the phlegm and mucus is blocking my blood vessels or something, I can't even take deep breaths. Worst of all my shoulders are being really tensed again, which isn't a good thing.
Enough about that. I rewatched How To Lose A Guy In Ten Days just now. That'd be the ninth time since a few months ago! Yes, yes, thank you, it is SUCH a lovely movie! And at the same time it reminds me about love, and I don't think it's ever or will ever fail to restore my faith in love. Every time I watch it I love it another time, look from another angle, think from a different perspective, love it for another different reason, but all of them, in the end, together, to make a statement, that makes me want to rewatch it another time. You see, my life is full of RENAISSANCES. Sigh, how much do I love lit? You know after you read one book, there are two ways out you can go. One is to read another one straightaway, because you can't wait for another different adventure, a different experience, another different story of another different person. And then after that you read another, and another and another, and then it doesn't stop. The other is to wait a while, revisit the book, think about the book, the girl, the guy, the story. The lessons learnt - or maybe even grief, celebrate, obsess, make someone else read the book after countless harrassment. Take some time to get over the losses, the gains, the feelings, empathise, and then, after you've finally felt what it's like to be the girl in the story, or by being a onlooker, you let go, you understand, you know. And then you move on.
I'm the second type of person. I've always thought myself to be the first kind of person, until today. I finished a book last night (a reread of Just Listen), and this afternoon I thought I'd just drop by at Harris to get me a new Nicholas Sparks' or a Jodi Picoult's or Dorothy Koomson's, a reward for my shoulders and my addiction, and finally as I scrolled through all the books they had (regardless of the price, hello, how rare is that?!) I realised that I wasn't ready yet. Call it a new adventure, a new world, a new start - whatever it is, I wasn't ready yet. To commit myself to another book, or to form a new relationship with the character, to fall in love with the guys (yes, I know they are fictitious, but hello, Wes?! I can't resist!) - I just wasn't ready yet. And so I left the bookshop, and went to bond with my three CDs! (: That's just a nice way of saying I bought them, anyway.
Okay, out. I'm going save all my songs into itunes! Byebye!
♥ Monday, August 20, 2007
It's been a long time. Stop complaining already. I had a movie marathon today. Went to watch rush hour with Daniel and then watched Monster in law at home with yingting, and I'm rewatching How to lose a guy in ten days for the EIGHTH time. Man I love that movie. You know, I have this urge to write about stuff that I don't usually write about, but I'm too sleepy. But I have two questions. Not to anybody in particular, but rather to everybody. A friend (HAHA, HELLO YOU!) asked me this a while back: How do you when you're in love? And you know something? I couldn't answer that. Not that I was totally speechless and everything, but I kind of had to think. It's different from the things people usually ask me, because the issues they ask me about are really - there are answers, if you think about it, actually. But it's different with love, I guess. I think - and this is purely THOUGHT - that it's when you feel like you're swept off your feet. You know, that feeling? You feel something sweet lingering in your blood that doesn't let it boil when someone provokes you, or something warm and fuzzy gets shot into your veins? Like you suddenly get rid of the chills that get sent up your spine during the times where the wind is too cold, or the house is too empty, or when fireworks mean plainly burning metal. And instead, you find a warm hand that embraces you, brings warmth to your frozen skin; a breeze bringing the scents of spring into your nose; a roof too safe, too valuable to you; fireworks melting your heart with their beauty and for all they hold for - celebration. Celebration of regardless what it is - regaining, losing, learning, loving. Actually, I don't know. I could be totally crushing over this guy and I won't even know. But then again, I guess that's how it works, and what makes it so special. No, I don't think I want to write another essay as long as simmy's on love, please, no. The other question's about the same issue, pardon me for a while more: Will we ever find that someone? I definitely think that there's someone out there for everybody - it's a matter of whether we've found it yet. I mean, really. Call me a hopeless romantic, but I don't mind, actually :D
Sigh. You shall all think about the questions I asked and yeah, I don't mind anyone preaching about love, just don't give me a two thousand word essay - that I cannot forgive, please.
I'm just taking a break from everything. I don't think I should be doing anything important this weekend. I mean, if we're living beings, then maybe we shouldn't be too preoccupied with things like schoolwork or tuition or anything like that. Does it really give you happiness? For some people, maybe, but I guess not. What's most important, like in the rights' theory, is the pursuit of happiness :D Oh yes big bwother I spelt it correctly and yes I love philo (except for the part about freedom of speech, doesn't make any sense, and of course the part about the written paper on euthanasia, no jessica snap out of it stop, god) And my math paper will be dead. Dead I tell you dead. Ms Long is gonna cut my throat.
I love English! I want to be an English teacher! Okay enough of random things. I'll call it a night. Bonne Nuit, everybody.
It's been a long time. Stop complaining already. I had a movie marathon today. Went to watch rush hour with Daniel and then watched Monster in law at home with yingting, and I'm rewatching How to lose a guy in ten days for the EIGHTH time. Man I love that movie. You know, I have this urge to write about stuff that I don't usually write about, but I'm too sleepy. But I have two questions. Not to anybody in particular, but rather to everybody. A friend (HAHA, HELLO YOU!) asked me this a while back: How do you when you're in love? And you know something? I couldn't answer that. Not that I was totally speechless and everything, but I kind of had to think. It's different from the things people usually ask me, because the issues they ask me about are really - there are answers, if you think about it, actually. But it's different with love, I guess. I think - and this is purely THOUGHT - that it's when you feel like you're swept off your feet. You know, that feeling? You feel something sweet lingering in your blood that doesn't let it boil when someone provokes you, or something warm and fuzzy gets shot into your veins? Like you suddenly get rid of the chills that get sent up your spine during the times where the wind is too cold, or the house is too empty, or when fireworks mean plainly burning metal. And instead, you find a warm hand that embraces you, brings warmth to your frozen skin; a breeze bringing the scents of spring into your nose; a roof too safe, too valuable to you; fireworks melting your heart with their beauty and for all they hold for - celebration. Celebration of regardless what it is - regaining, losing, learning, loving. Actually, I don't know. I could be totally crushing over this guy and I won't even know. But then again, I guess that's how it works, and what makes it so special. No, I don't think I want to write another essay as long as simmy's on love, please, no. The other question's about the same issue, pardon me for a while more: Will we ever find that someone? I definitely think that there's someone out there for everybody - it's a matter of whether we've found it yet. I mean, really. Call me a hopeless romantic, but I don't mind, actually :D
Sigh. You shall all think about the questions I asked and yeah, I don't mind anyone preaching about love, just don't give me a two thousand word essay - that I cannot forgive, please.
I'm just taking a break from everything. I don't think I should be doing anything important this weekend. I mean, if we're living beings, then maybe we shouldn't be too preoccupied with things like schoolwork or tuition or anything like that. Does it really give you happiness? For some people, maybe, but I guess not. What's most important, like in the rights' theory, is the pursuit of happiness :D Oh yes big bwother I spelt it correctly and yes I love philo (except for the part about freedom of speech, doesn't make any sense, and of course the part about the written paper on euthanasia, no jessica snap out of it stop, god) And my math paper will be dead. Dead I tell you dead. Ms Long is gonna cut my throat.
I love English! I want to be an English teacher! Okay enough of random things. I'll call it a night. Bonne Nuit, everybody.
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
♥ Wednesday, August 15, 2007
I don't know why I'm blogging. Out of boredom, maybe - but I have homework and it's almost midnight, so I don't think that's it. I don't really know what it is that I'm feeling now. Yes, Shakespeare, my mind is tossing on the ocean. Sigh. Okay, big bwother, no sighing, okay, okay, I know. You know.. school? When it all boils down to it, I don't think it's of any (damn) use. I don't get why everyone obsesses about it, because what we all really need is not memorisation skills. I don't like ):
Saturday, August 11, 2007
♥ Saturday, August 11, 2007
One more, for the end credits.
Someday - All4one
Someday when we are wiser, When the world's older, When we have learned. I pray someday we may yet live to live and let live.
Someday life will be fairer, Need will be rarer Greed will not pay. God speed this bright millennium on its way. Let it come someday.
Someday our fight will be won then, We'll stand in the sun then, That bright afternoon.
Till then, on days when the sun is gone, We'll hang on, Wish upon the moon.
Someday when we are wiser, When the world's older, When we have learned. I pray someday we may yet live to live and let live.
Someday life will be fairer, Need will be rarer Greed will not pay. God speed this bright millennium on its way. Let it come someday.
Someday our fight will be won then, We'll stand in the sun then, That bright afternoon.
Till then, on days when the sun is gone, We'll hang on, Wish upon the moon.
Change will come one day, Someday soon.
Friday, August 10, 2007
♥ Friday, August 10, 2007
I'm catching the Hunchback of Notre Dame, and I think it's a great work. I love it. I really love it. I'm going to buy the DVD.
God Help The Outcasts I don't know if You can hear me Or if You're even there I don't know if You would listen To a gypsy's prayer Yes, I know I'm just an outcast I shouldn't speak to you Still I see Your face and wonder Were You once an outcast too? God help the outcasts Hungry from birth Show them the mercy They don't find on earth The lost and forgotten They look to you still God help the outcasts Or nobody will
I ask for nothing I can get by But I know so many Less lucky than I God help the outcasts The poor and downtrod I thought we all were The children of God
I don't know if there's a reason Why some are blessed, some not Why the few You seem to favor They fear us Flee us Try not to see us
God help the outcasts The tattered, the torn Seeking an answer To why they were born Winds of misfortune Have blown them about You made the outcasts Don't cast them out The poor and unlucky The weak and the odd I thought they all were The children of God
Heaven's Light So many times out here I've watched a happy pair Of lovers walking in the night They had a kind of glow around them It almost looked like heaven's light I knew I'd never know That warm and loving glow Though I might wish with all my might No face as hideous as my face Was ever meant for heaven's light
But suddenly an angel has smiled at me And kissed my cheek without a trace of fright
I dare to dream that she Might even care for me And as I ring these bells tonight My cold dark tower seems so bright I swear it must be heaven's light
A Guy Like You Paris, the city of lovers Is glowing this evening True, that's because it's on fire But still, there's "l'amour" Somewhere out there in the night Her Heart is also alight And I know the guy she just might Be burning for A guy like you She's never known, kid A guy like you A girl does not meet ev'ry day You've got a look That's all your own, kid Could there be two? Like you? No way! Those other guys That she could dangle All look the same From ev'ry boring point of view You're a surprise From ev'ry angle Mon Dieu above She's gotta love A guy like you A guy like you Gets extra credit Because it's true You've got a certain some thing more You're aces, kid You see that face You don't forget it Want something new? That's you For sure! We all have gaped At some Adonis But then we crave a meal More nourishing to chew And since you've shaped Like a croissant is No question of She's gotta love A guy like you! Call me a hopeless romatic But Quasi, I feel it She wants you so Any moment she'll walk through that door For a guy so swell A guy like you With all you bring her I tell you Quasi A fool could tell There never was It's why she fell Another, was he? For you-know-who From king to serf To the bourgeoisie You ring the bell They're all a second-stringer You're the bell ringer! When she wants oo-la-la Then she wants you la-la She will discover, guy You're one heckuva guy Who wouldn't love a guy Like you? You got a lot The rest have not So she's gotta love A guy like you!
Hello Albus, if you're reading this. Hope you've gotten spirit!
Thursday, August 09, 2007
♥ Thursday, August 09, 2007
Comments on quizzes:
1) YOUR LIFE IS 51% OFF TRACK (why doesn't this surprise me?) Right now, you're taking things one day at a time. Some things are going well, but you can't help but wonder if you're getting the most out of life. It's time for you to slow down and reflect a little. You can change your life - but it's up to you!
2) YOUR IDEAL CAREER PATH IS SOCIAL. You are helpful, friendly, and trustworthy. Your talents lie in teaching, nursing, giving information, and solving social problems. You would make an excellent: Counselor - Dental Hygienist - Librarian Nurse - Parole Officer - Personal Trainer Physical Therapist - Social Worker - Teacher The worst career options for your are realistic careers, like truck driver or farmer. (HAHA)
3) YOUR EQ SCORE IS 133. 131-150: You are remarkable when it comes to relating with others. Only the biggest losers get under your skin.
4) YOUR LOVE TYPE: ENFP. The Inspirer In love, you are passionate and eager to develop a strong bond. For you, sex should be playful, creative, and affectionate. (IGNORE THIS) Overall, you are perceptive and bring out the best in your partner. However, you tend to hold on to bad relationships after they've turned bad. Best matches: INTJ and INFJ
5) THE TRUE ME (WHAHAHHAHA, SOUNDS PHILO) You want your girlfriend or boyfriend to do more for you. With respect to money, you save for a rainy day. You think good luck might come your way, but if it does you'll be so surprised you'll burst out laughing. The hidden side of your personality tends to be satisfied to care for things with a minimal amount of effort. You have a tendency to overdo things, but basically you value your friendships highly. When it comes to finding a romantic partner, you base your search on information from your friends.
6) YOUR LOVE STYLE IS 68% PASSIONATE AND 32% COMPASSIONATE. You are very passionate, especially when it comes to love. In fact, it's sometimes difficult for you to tell between love and lust. You jump in head first, and figure things out later... usually when it's all over!
7) YOUR HIDDEN TALENT. Your natural talent is interpersonal relations and dealing with people. You communicate well and are able to bring disparate groups together. Your calming presence helps everything go more smoothly. People crave your praise and complements.
8) YOU ARE A TOTAL ROMANTIC. For you, love is like a fairy tale. Or magic. Or a Meg Ryan movie. Problem is, you sort of want all three. You bring the spark in the relationship In turn, you expect your guy to keep the fire burning Not a bad deal, as long as you find the right Prince.
1) YOUR LIFE IS 51% OFF TRACK (why doesn't this surprise me?) Right now, you're taking things one day at a time. Some things are going well, but you can't help but wonder if you're getting the most out of life. It's time for you to slow down and reflect a little. You can change your life - but it's up to you!
2) YOUR IDEAL CAREER PATH IS SOCIAL. You are helpful, friendly, and trustworthy. Your talents lie in teaching, nursing, giving information, and solving social problems. You would make an excellent: Counselor - Dental Hygienist - Librarian Nurse - Parole Officer - Personal Trainer Physical Therapist - Social Worker - Teacher The worst career options for your are realistic careers, like truck driver or farmer. (HAHA)
3) YOUR EQ SCORE IS 133. 131-150: You are remarkable when it comes to relating with others. Only the biggest losers get under your skin.
4) YOUR LOVE TYPE: ENFP. The Inspirer In love, you are passionate and eager to develop a strong bond. For you, sex should be playful, creative, and affectionate. (IGNORE THIS) Overall, you are perceptive and bring out the best in your partner. However, you tend to hold on to bad relationships after they've turned bad. Best matches: INTJ and INFJ
5) THE TRUE ME (WHAHAHHAHA, SOUNDS PHILO) You want your girlfriend or boyfriend to do more for you. With respect to money, you save for a rainy day. You think good luck might come your way, but if it does you'll be so surprised you'll burst out laughing. The hidden side of your personality tends to be satisfied to care for things with a minimal amount of effort. You have a tendency to overdo things, but basically you value your friendships highly. When it comes to finding a romantic partner, you base your search on information from your friends.
6) YOUR LOVE STYLE IS 68% PASSIONATE AND 32% COMPASSIONATE. You are very passionate, especially when it comes to love. In fact, it's sometimes difficult for you to tell between love and lust. You jump in head first, and figure things out later... usually when it's all over!
7) YOUR HIDDEN TALENT. Your natural talent is interpersonal relations and dealing with people. You communicate well and are able to bring disparate groups together. Your calming presence helps everything go more smoothly. People crave your praise and complements.
8) YOU ARE A TOTAL ROMANTIC. For you, love is like a fairy tale. Or magic. Or a Meg Ryan movie. Problem is, you sort of want all three. You bring the spark in the relationship In turn, you expect your guy to keep the fire burning Not a bad deal, as long as you find the right Prince.
1) YOUR LIFE IS 51% OFF TRACK (why doesn't this surprise me?) Right now, you're taking things one day at a time. Some things are going well, but you can't help but wonder if you're getting the most out of life. It's time for you to slow down and reflect a little. You can change your life - but it's up to you!
2) YOUR IDEAL CAREER PATH IS SOCIAL. You are helpful, friendly, and trustworthy. Your talents lie in teaching, nursing, giving information, and solving social problems. You would make an excellent: Counselor - Dental Hygienist - Librarian Nurse - Parole Officer - Personal Trainer Physical Therapist - Social Worker - Teacher The worst career options for your are realistic careers, like truck driver or farmer. (HAHA)
3) YOUR EQ SCORE IS 133. 131-150: You are remarkable when it comes to relating with others. Only the biggest losers get under your skin.
4) YOUR LOVE TYPE: ENFP. The Inspirer In love, you are passionate and eager to develop a strong bond. For you, sex should be playful, creative, and affectionate. (IGNORE THIS) Overall, you are perceptive and bring out the best in your partner. However, you tend to hold on to bad relationships after they've turned bad. Best matches: INTJ and INFJ
5) THE TRUE ME (WHAHAHHAHA, SOUNDS PHILO) You want your girlfriend or boyfriend to do more for you. With respect to money, you save for a rainy day. You think good luck might come your way, but if it does you'll be so surprised you'll burst out laughing. The hidden side of your personality tends to be satisfied to care for things with a minimal amount of effort. You have a tendency to overdo things, but basically you value your friendships highly. When it comes to finding a romantic partner, you base your search on information from your friends.
6) YOUR LOVE STYLE IS 68% PASSIONATE AND 32% COMPASSIONATE. You are very passionate, especially when it comes to love. In fact, it's sometimes difficult for you to tell between love and lust. You jump in head first, and figure things out later... usually when it's all over!
7) YOUR HIDDEN TALENT. Your natural talent is interpersonal relations and dealing with people. You communicate well and are able to bring disparate groups together. Your calming presence helps everything go more smoothly. People crave your praise and complements.
8) YOU ARE A TOTAL ROMANTIC. For you, love is like a fairy tale. Or magic. Or a Meg Ryan movie. Problem is, you sort of want all three. You bring the spark in the relationship In turn, you expect your guy to keep the fire burning Not a bad deal, as long as you find the right Prince.
Whahahhaha okay byebye!
♥ Thursday, August 09, 2007
Oh my God. Okay I seriously need a post, so I'll do two since I have abandoned you for so long! You know what, I love my school. Serious. There's this thing about the performances we do, the songs we sing, the concerts we put up, the funny things we laugh at. All of them are so much very interesting, and if it can even make Yingting feel that the school ND concert was good, then it is really good. I feel guilty for wanting to pon it in the morning. Anyway, after the whole ND we had speech day prac. Whahahhaah I love our seniorssss they make us laughhhh. So we had to rush off for cip and I TELL YOU OLD LADIES ARE DAMN CUTE. OKAY WHY AM I POSTING ABOUT MY DAY.
So whatever. Oh yeah since I ahve this I shall publicise: http://popchoc.wordpress.com This is one lovely blog, you know? tsk (:
Hmm okay, after cip i went dinner with mag and huanyinggg. and then i went home and slept straightaway until like, 2 am? and now I am as awake as an owl. I haven't eaten dinner whahah. Sigh, Jakarta is having an earthquake. Pray everyone safe and sound.
Hmmmmmm. I don't know what else to tell you, really. Except that I have so much houseworkkkk. Oh nooooo. I shall do it tomorrow anyway.
Latest craze-song: Just The Girl - The Click Five
She's cold and she's cruel But she knows what she's doin' She pushed me in the pool At our last school reunion She laughs at my dreams But I dream about her laughter Strange as it seems She's the one I'm after
[Chorus:] Cause she's bittersweet She knocks me off of my feet And I can't help myself I don't want anyone else She's a mystery She's too much for me But I keep comin' back for more She's just the girl I'm lookin' for
She can't keep a secret For more than an hour She runs on 100 proof attitude power And the more she ignores me The more I adore her What can I do? I'd do anything for her
Cause she's bittersweet She knocks me off of my feet And I can't help myself I don't want anyone else She's a mystery She's too much for me But I keep comin' back for more She's just the girl I'm lookin' for
And when she sees it's me On her caller ID She won't pick up the phone She'd rather be alone But I can't give up just yet Cause every word she's ever said Is still ringin' in my head Still ringin' in my head
She's cold and she's cruel But she knows what she's doin' Knows just what to say So my whole day is ruined
Cause she's bittersweet She knocks me off of my feet And I can't help myself I don't want anyone else She's a mystery She's too much for me But I keep comin' back for more
Cause she's bittersweet She knocks me off of my feet And I can't help myself I don't want anyone else She's a mystery She's too much for me But I keep comin' back for more Oh, I keep comin' back for more She's just the girl I'm lookin' for Just the girl I'm lookin' for
Just the girl I'm lookin' for She's just the girl I'm lookin' for Just the girl I'm lookin' for Just the girl I'm lookin' for
I likeeee :D I'm going to blogthings so I'll post another one (:
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i’m jessica
but you can call me jem
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rvian
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loves Jesus,
jessica tan,
netball,
gilmore girls,
fridays,
english,
guitars,
blue,
jack johnson,
and her latest craze john mayer
