greaseeeeeeeee.

only grease can make me dance in the middle of my living room.
*blushblush*
by now anyone who have been to the play prod post prod party
would know i can blush too.

omg.
i danced in the middle of my living room.
GREASE.
buy me the tickets to grease n i'll um.
do whatever u want me to.
that im willin to.
so long as its not paying u for the ticket.

its only just when i was thinkin of who to sms
to inform of the love of my life
(other than you-know-who)
on tv that i suddenly felt it all over again.
tonnes of frens!
but no soulmate.

who'll ever share all the peculiar loves i have?
who'll understand at a snap of my finger?
who'll know why i swoon at wad i swoon over?

its at times like this i feel alone.

kim
lets go hit the retro rock club ok?
decked in retro-y stuff
n equipped with retro-y dance moves!
i loveeeeeeee rock'n'roll.

n i wanna be sandra dee.
summerlove!