hips don't lie

Post-BT depression. Post-period cramps. Do they even exist? Sigh.

Somethings random:

1) Really really really miss having long hair. Although never once did I regret cutting it short. The shortest length ever. Turning point of my life, maybe?

2) I crack too many joints. Knuckles, WRISTS, neck, back, waist, toes, ankle and erm, my hip joints.

3) Keep listening to Shakira's 'Hips don't lie' and watching the musicvideo over and over again. LOSER.

4) We're gonna eat Banana Chocolate Cake at Secret Recipe later! =D

5) After I finish Econs mindmaps. Boo.. =(

Bad lighting at the front of the bus. I never knew how to smile during a pose properly. The only natural time is when I laugh.

And I'm on tonight

You know my hips don't lie

And I am starting to feel you boy

Come on lets go, real slow

Don't you see baby asi es perfecto

Oh I know I am on tonight

my hips don't lie

And I am starting to feel it's right

All the attraction, the tension

Don't you see baby, this is perfection