I miss loud hiphop/R&B blasting. I miss the dancefloor. I miss my clubbing khakis.
I MISS YOU LACE.
No, really. You're the only one who can tolerate my bitching and add a few lines in as well.
Your humps your humps your humps.
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Shit, I hate myself.
I want you next to me.
Give me back my fantasy.
I really think I should write lyrics.
Maybe I could submit some grade D ones to Taufik or Sylvester. Worst come to worst, give Narpal.
Alright, the last line was Singlish.
Which I disapprove of, in writings.
I still hate the slut.
