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Monday, September 6, 2010
The club can't even handle me right now /4:56 PM

It has been a movie fiesta, a marathon filled with laughable shows, thrillers, mind-blowing plots and the company of the best buds in the world. Today, I shared my time with yet another close friend of mine watching Step Up 3. The dance moves were really awesome and catchy, it just made my feet want to move to the groove but obviously I am not cut out for it. I always had this attraction to music and dancing but I just can't put my finger on it. I wasn't meant to be in the industry or anything but my personality always leaves me dancing to myself to some catchy tune on my ipod.

The holidays are already slipping by when they just started and I still can't let go of boarding memories. I try not to reminisce but it just comes back, the crave and uncontrollable urge to curl my hand in that familiar pose, to feel the once-existence cue stick overcoming friction in between my fingers, to wait for that moment when an incredible move had been made and the alliteration of two words that made you feel powerful, that made you feel worthy, that made you happy. But it'll take a while to forget all that and get into the mood of studying...

Sighz..

Today, she told me I was in her dream last night... Why?

Man in the Mirror
Sean (:
Confirmed 2010 'Alexander'
God's Given Child
Eighteen
02 Scout & Raffles Player


"I am not young enough to know everything." -- Oscar Wilde



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