21 December 1989, Thursday.
Sagittarian/Capricornian.
Events Management Enthusiast.
Branch Secretary.
If you are hating, stop staring.™
Further Description of MYSELF :
She expresses herself through fashion, food, her lyrical writings, music and photography.
She organized her first gig, The Cynosure Theatre at the Singpore Art's House when she was barely 16 years old.
She enjoys meeting up with her dearest girlfriends and enjoy late night sessions of crapping, gossiping and smoking.
A self pro-claimed Facebook addict.
An avid blogger on most days when she doesn't suffer from bitch fits.
A person with flair and personality who doesn't resort to back hand tactics.
It makes her look all timid.
Like she emphasizes, if you are hating then stop staring.
Then, again.
Everyone is a critique.
And, I am extremely vulgar.
Did she mention that she has an obsession and addiction to a one-weird-eight-inch fetish ?
If I really wanna go out tonight, I never used to go out without you; Not sure I remember how to.
Gonna be late, Gonna be late.
But, all my girls don't have to wait cause, I dont know if I like my outfit; I tried everything in my closet.
Chorus :
Nothing feels right when Im not with you, Sick of this dress and these Jimmy Choos; Takin them off 'cause I feel a fool, Try'na dress up when I'm missing you.
I'm a step out of this lingerie, Curl up in a ball with something Hanes; In bed I lay.
With nothing but your T-shirt on.
With nothing but your T-shirt on.
Hey ...
Verse 2 :
Gotta be strong, gotta be strong
But I'm really hurtin now that you're gone, I thought maybe I'd do some shopping; But I couldnt get past the door and ...
Now I dont know, now I dont know
If I'm ever really gonna let you go, And I couldnt even leave my apartment; I'm stripped down, torn up about it.
Chorus :
Nothing feels right when Im not with you, Sick of this dress and these Jimmy Choos; Takin them off 'cause I feel a fool, Try'na dress up when I'm missing you.
I'm a step out of this lingerie, Curl up in a ball with something Hanes; In bed I lay.
With nothing but your T-shirt on.
With nothing but your T-shirt on.
With nothing but your T-shirt on. (Cause I missed you, cause I missed you)
With nothing but your T-shirt on. (said I missed you ... Baby.)
Now I dont know, now I dont know
If I'm ever really gonna let you go, And I couldnt even leave my apartment; I'm stripped down, torn up about it.
Half Chorus :
Nothing feels right when Im not with you, Sick of this dress and these Jimmy Choos; Takin them off 'cause I feel a fool, Try'na dress up when I'm missing you.
I'm a step out of this lingerie, Curl up in a ball with something Hanes; In bed I lay.
Chorus :
Nothing feels right when Im not with you, Sick of this dress and these Jimmy Choos; Takin them off 'cause I feel a fool, Try'na dress up when I'm missing you.
I'm a step out of this lingerie, Curl up in a ball with something Hanes; In bed I lay.
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