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When marimba rhythms start to play, dance with me, make me sway.
Like a lazy ocean hugs the shore, hold me close, sway me more.
Like a flower bending in the breeze, bend with me, sway with ease.
When we dance you have a way with me, stay with me, sway with me.
Other dancers may be on the floor Dear, but my eyes will see only you.
Only you have the magic technique When we sway I go weak.
Michael Buble; Sway.

Thursday, April 5, 2007, 1:22 PM

I'm depressed.

I didn't do as well as expected although I passed, because I don't want to only pass!!! =( I just scraped through actually.

When I saw how low I got, I wanted to cry!! My mood just hit rock bottom. Sigh.. I dont even have the mood to listen to my husbands.


Dont be surprised if I come back bald in June.

=~~~(