Just Dance.

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don't think just dance,

Thursday, July 17, 2008

Is it naive for me to hope for some things to last? Memory reminds me of the people who mattered, but vanished, or faded into the vagueness of time.

Yet I'm nothing but glad to embrace the people who wants to be a part of my life.

Alas, God is the one at the helm, not me.

Like a little child, I'm excited yet apprehensive, for I'm uncertain of the future.

Thank God for Jolyn! =) my new best friend. heh

On a side note, I attended a workshop by some jap guy today(can't remember his name). It was fabulous, except that I couldnt catch up. I wanna be a great dancer, someday.

Passion Groove Life.