the oc is responsible for these fantasies i have of me driving down some highway along the west coast (of america hor, not singapore) in a convertible with the top down. i will be singing some song and we'll be having a ball of a time on our road trip. then we will ogle beautiful people (Y)
i miss travelling, and i miss being free. it is most unlike me to stick around something for so long, is it possible that i am finally growing up?
nostalgic sunday; we've been getting lots of sun sun sun, how about some fun now?
and where's my damn t-bird.
our day will come.
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