Why does Moby's new song always remind me of that cheesy JC Chasez tune, All Day Long I Think About Sex or something?
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Is it just me, or you can only compose words into something...decent enough to read when you're feeling gloomy? When you feel like you're six feet under, you can easily put your thoughts into something. And mostly, they turn out good. On the other hand, when you're up in the sky walking on clouds, those words just sound so sappy. Cheesy.
Do you only write when you're depressed? Do I? Masa gua harus milih, mau bahagia apa jadi penulis?! xp
..Therefore, excuse the lack of updates.
[song of the day: thirteen senses - thru the glass]
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