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You musn’t give your heart to a wild thing. The more you do, the stronger they get, until they’re strong enough to run into the woods or fly into a tree. And then to a higher tree and then to the sky.

tgi friday’s

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is where i had my first penne alfredo with generous portions of grilled chicken and zucchinni and about 200 splashes of tobasco sauce. i’m hungry.

woohoo baby

THAT IS AN ANGEL OVER THERE.

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getting a little clingy are we? not that i’m complaining. but perhaps we should behave less like an old married couple and get off other people’s couches, stave off pizzas and actually DO SOMETHING. Saturday looks like we’re off on a good start. :)

  1. The lovers are loosing
  2. Bend & break
  3. Better than this
  4. Everybody’s changing
  5. Again & again
  6. A bad dream
  7. This is the last time
  8. Spiralling
  9. Try again
  10. Sunshine
  11. We might as well be strangers
  12. Snowed under
  13. You haven’t told me anything
  14. Leaving so soon?
  15. Altantic
  16. Perfect symmetry
  17. You don’t see me
  18. Somewhere only we know
  19. Crystal ball
  20. Playing along
  21. Black burning heart
  22. Is it any wonder?
  23. Bed shaped

but because they might be feeling a little lazy in singapore this august for a 2 hour set list, there might not be 23 songs at all.

alice in wonderland

But i see Edward Scissorhands everytime Johnny Depp decides to look a little paler than usual and Helena Bonham Carter will always be Belatrix Lestrange.

will not rest

until i find the best panna cotta in the world.

there’s nothing like you and i.

here’s to

failing to resist the temptation to sleep over, to midnight catching and pepsi cola, to a sprained ankle, to being warned by the police for making too much noise, to roti jala at 3 am, to heart to hearts at 4, to horror stories at 5, to sleepy goodbyes at 6, to 15 years of our existence.

i struggle to decipher my own mind, to eradicate all wants and keep to my needs, to put a finger on what hurts most. but then my thoughts will decide to fleet and simultaneously with the hurricane that wipes out my senses, i’m rushed back to where i was, exactly where i started, where i resume sauntering about in secret despondence.

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