I rode to Sentosa Cove with a friend and felt like a rich man.
Yes, this shall be my neighbourhood. Where my children will grow up.
Onward.
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We'll do it all / Everything / On our own / We don't need / Anything / Or anyone / I don't quite know / How to say / How I feel / Those three words / Are said too much / They're not enough / Forget what we're told / Before we get too old / Show me a garden that's bursting into life / I need your grace / To remind me / To find my own / If I lay here / If I just lay here / Would you lie with me and just forget the world?
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- Jargon Fever
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- This little piggy went to heaven...
- Party for one.
- Fat is as fat does
- Can't... stop... shaking... booty
- Backward reeleth the mind...
- You say that like it's a bad thing
- "You can stand under my umbrella"
- I kill myself
- And the nights are endless.
- The days fly by...
- I miss my hat.
- Don't anyhow kachiau me. Box you ar.
- We so Awesome.
- Yet another unedited post.
- Meese me?
- If you build it, they will come.
- I'd fly the river
- Hermit's World
- I name stuff.
- The Perfect Non Sequitur
- My Richness
- Intervention?
- I'll never know, coz you'll never show.
- Scary Mary
- O My broken heart.
- Tommyknockers, tommyknockers
- My Day in Pictures
- Shwag.
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