kiss me beneath the milky twilight.

Lead me out on the moonlit floor.

Lift your open hand.

Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance,

silver moon's sparkling.

So kiss me.

kiss me - sixpence none the richer

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and so, it was like any other Sunday. Homely,dull, you name it. Went for a shopping spree two days back and spent a total of 187 dollars.Leo is sucha fucktard. And apparently a couple spotted me at City Hall, which is, seriously? IS THE MOST FUCKED UP THING THAT CAN EVER HAPPENED! ARGH. I dont like you know, being spotted by anyone, anyone who aint exactly people i know. And there's a story behind it, sooooooooo, that just makes it all the more, yes,

worst.

and so, i received an interesting sms from nadira which said "leo,if i tell you, flirting with disaster is the modern love, what do you make out of it?" and of course, I couldnt answer. Can you?

I mean, flirting with disaster, isnt that equivalent as courting trouble? And I dont know what the fuck is modern love. Dont even ask me what is love. I dare not answer that question.

tomorrow marks the first day of work for me. and im not gona say where. just in case theres any unwanted homo sapien readin this blog. money is like the only thing on my mind, for past ages. girls? dont even mention about them.

speaking of which, i might have quickly get myself out of one big big web ever spun by strangers ive never even met, people i dont even give a tiny fuck for. and look at what theyve got me into.

we are all linked. the "community". and i hate it, detest it. and no matter how good of a front i put, im pretty damn sure im already being blackmarked. lets not mention names, cos they have such fugly names.ha ha.

i was reading a book and it mentioned abt "moving on". which is something, annoyingly, that has been on my mind alllll the while , while i convert oxygen into carbon dioxide.

confession is another thing. and moving on.....

its simple, but its what i left trying to leave behind that makes it so tough.