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I don't wanna make you sway, lalala

Bonjour toute le monde!

I'm moving for the second time. Geez. Think my mom is reading my lj, not that there's anything I'd wanna conceal from her. Just that I enjoy a wee bit of personal space and perhaps privacy. But yeah, probably more deeper stuffs here and random stuffs in peeping-in. Besides, I miss the simplicity of blogger.

And why linger? I'm inspired by The Cranberries, as simple as that. Not that I had any close associations to this sad, dark song whatsoever. Just like the lyrics.

"But you're always really near
I just wanna be with you
But I'm in so deep,
You know I'm sucha fool for you?
You got me wrapped around your finger.
Do you have to let it linger?
Do you have to,
Do you have to,
Do you have to let it linger?"


Anyway new space equates to renewed passion for writing.
Aller!

Current playlist:

You Only Live Once - The Strokes
Sway - The Perishers
Sophia- Nerrina Pallot
Rule The World - Take That
Mr Brightside - The Killers
At The Beginning - Donna Kewis & Richard Marx
What Hurts The Most - Rascal Flatts
Look After You - The Fray

Gawd, I'm so diggin' the old songs.

Later!

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