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Coincidence is God's way of remaining anonymous

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.

Sunday, November 16, 2008, 4:26 PM

I could not really sleep last night.

Woke up at 3:30am, and started "revising" for my exam in my head.

Sigh.


I can't wait for this to be over.


Than again, it could be the Iced Mocha I had with Sheng in the afternoon... -shrugs-

Nickelback's "Gotta Be Somebody"keeps playing in my mind..


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