shot through your heart and you're to blame
you give love a bad name
i played my part
you played your game
you give love a bad name

zee bff and i went out, supposedly to shop, but ended up frolicking at val's work place, frolick. any more yogurt and i will barf. ok, not likely. dont think i ever get sick of the peach yogurt. HAHA.

oh GOD~! with the maid around my dad keeps wanting us back for dinner, which is pretty hard to compromise since this is the last week of holidays and i want to spend it well.

enough of your rumblings, im sick of it. enough is enough.
but somehow, i understand your predicament, and i sympathize with you.
well, let's trust God for a breakthrough shall we?