Imperfection

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This is your destiny

You changed my whole life
Don't know what your doing to me with your love
I'm feeling all Superhuman
You did that to me
Super human heart beats in me
Nothing can stop me here with you, superhuman

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okay. i shall stop blogging about some things. tomorrow cynthia has to wear some kind of cheena costume to school! i think the scene will be hilarious! haha. can you imagine? haha. okay la. dont make fun of her already. stupid mop. you called me crippled. so we're quits. ((: tomorrow will be a tiring day yet again. hmm. sighs. so yeah.

BYE BYE! sometimes, things should be kept in there after much ponder. i wonder how you feel towards us. or rather, me.

♥ Thursday, July 19, 2007
11:36 PM