Sunday, August 26, 2007

guess what i heard on radio!

made me all girly hopeful and wishful again! haha!

Wishin', and hopin', and thinkin', and prayin',
Planning and dreamin' each night of his charms.
That won't get you into his arms

So if your're looking for love you can share
All you gotta to is hold him, and kiss him, and love him,
And show him that you care.

Show him that you care, just for him.
Do the things that he likes to do.
Wear your hair just for him, 'cause,
You won't get him, thinkin' and a prayin',
Wishin' and hopin'.

'Cause wishin', and hopin', and thinkin', and prayin',
Planning and dreamin' his kisses will start.
That won't get you into his heart!

So if you're thinking how great true love is
All you gotta to is hold him, and kiss him, and squeeze him, and love him.
Yeah, just do it!
And after you do, you will be his.

You gotta show him that you care just for him.
Do the things that he likes to do.
Wear your hair just for him, 'cause,
You won't get him, thinkin' and a prayin',
Wishin' and a hopin'.

'Cause wishin', and hopin', and thinkin', and prayin',
Planning and dreamin' his kisses will start.
That won't get you into his heart!

So if you're thinking how great true love is!

All you gotta to is hold him, and kiss him, and squeeze him, and love him.
Yeah, just do it!
And after you do, you will be his.

You will be his.

timtams at 11:03 PM

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Sunday, August 19, 2007

uncalled for

tick tock, time is running out. my heart is tired of being in chains. these unwarranted pangs of nostalgia only evoke the pains, replaying them over and over again. my doubts become repetitive, regrets left unanswered and tears unreciprocated in the bygone equation. his emotional detachment in words serve to opiate all intentions and purposes. for a fleeting moment of liberation and companionship, she was decidedly worth risking the last remnants of love. wait, maybe that wasn’t a fair statement. she merely made a timely appearance. as if waiting to watch the impact of an impending car collision - every minute intensifies and fear grips every hour. if i can take time in my own hands, it would be so much easier watching the episode unfold in healthier dosages with minutes of pauses and spoonfuls of sugar.

fuck at 11:45 PM

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Friday, August 17, 2007

start the show!

881. go watch. huat ah.

sim! i would like to think that everything in it is done to effect. you know, when circumstances are forced by circumstances into intentions. (because intentions are always limited by circumstances in this country).

love the bird too. no less!

timtams at 12:23 AM

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