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eh, i didn't see this coming. at all.
argh. priorities naddy, priorities.
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My Week Thus Far...
Lazy Sundays. Manic Mondays. Stormy Tuesdays.
Next up...
Bitching Wednesdays. Busy Thursdays. Thank-God-It's-Friday.
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Just keep swimming Naddy.
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The Night Starts Here
Someone sent me this song the other day. A tad indie for me but nice, nonetheless.
"The night starts here / Forget your name / Forget your fear / The pleasure part / The aftershock / The moment that / It takes to fall apart"
imissyou.
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400mg of ibuprofen and you'd think this fucking migraine would go away. really.
thanks to everyone who patiently listened to me rant about everything last night. a special shoutout to marcus who came to town to make the report with me this morning and basically got my mind off the random things that's been bugging me. i'm glad that we have ( Read more... ) -
In the mood for....
Rainy days aren't good for the manic depressive. Calling for Prozac, calling for Prozac, you are wanted in Naddy's aisle. It's Sunday and work is making some people disappear. Assurances, apologies and words may be well and good, but the rain has gotten me into a mood. Bollocks.
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Breaking out into music.
I'm in the midst of presentation preparations (alliteration!) and my revision for env. issues test. I have approximately 11 hours till I have to step into the godforsaken-ulu-pandan-lecture-theatre in Engineering. Despite the mounting stress and pileup of work (3 things for femmy + response paper for env. issues due next week), I've time to be ( Read more... ) -
Surrounded...
I realised I haven't been updating as much as I used to. It's been a while folks. People came, and people went away. Things happened, some I wonder if I could do all over again- maybe I could do things differently. Same set of cards, just different permutations. Different outcomes to the same hand that I've been dealt with, over and over and over ( Read more... ) -
Damn these insecurities....
"I don't care if it hurts,
I wanna have control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul"
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I love this part right here.
When you're on a high- everything becomes fluid. Altered perceptions, different sensations. You get to let go. In a span of those few hours, nothing else matters. No thinking- no what ifs, no should I, no nothing. The rhythmic beats of the bass gets your body going. You don't feel your knees calling out to stop, you don't hear your body calling you ( Read more... )
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