I need your Sway.

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Friday, July 03, 2009

I'm through. I'm through with everything I had this week. Whatever was in my head and mind, is finally out. No more late nights to study. No more thinking about whether to study when I'm out. Finally, all that I've been through are done this week. All I had, I've told. I've expressed. There shouldn't be anything more that I gotta think about. Well, what else could have been in my head except for the average play during Turf City just now. It was just great and felt good enough. Enough minutes on the pitch to cover up what I've lost the past 2 weeks. I'm just starting to blabber.

Well, MSTs out and all I had in my head out too.

This is indeed my Supposed Post.

Labels: Supposed Post

11:30 PM

Love.

Hello there.

Aiman

Mua.

I'm Awesome. Okay, done.

Sound Tastebuds.

Here you go.

GO.

Afifah

Azri

Fifa

Ifah

Khairi

Mike

Muna

Zati

Rants

Let's look back.

That's it.

Shaddie