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Got postcards from my former selves, saying, "How you been?"
We might've said good byes just a little soon,
Robbing lips, kissing banks under this moon.

"if you're a bird, i'm a bird" (tagboard here)
Sunday, August 21, 2005 @ 1:15 pm


tell me, did you fall for a shooting star
one without a permanent scar
and did you miss me while you were looking at yourself out there

i hav nothing much to do now dat common tests has ended. and my younger sister is still mugging for her science paper on monday.

watched confessionsofateenagedramaqueen in the morning. it wasnt very nice la. i'm addicted to dvds.

so bored now.

oh well. gotta go eat lunch already. haha.

cos 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

i'm not crooked. it just happens dat dis is a song sang by guys.