Another melting song by Robin Thicke. Why does he sound so good???
(Intro)
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Hey yeah
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Hey yeah(1st Verse)
Stressed out uptight, over worked wound up
Unleash what you got lets explore your naughty side
Follow me where we go, we dont need no bread crumbs
Cant you see baby youre the only one
You are my love, you are my love
Let me be your medicine
Cuz I got one thing on my mind Ill be your valentine
Spread your wings and baby fly away(Chorus)
Its your body you can yell if you want to
Loud if you want to, scream if you want to
Just let me love you lay right here girl dont be scared of me
Give you sex therapy, give you sex therapy
Its your body well go hard if you want to
As hard as you want to, soft as you want to
Just let me love you lay right here Ill be your fantasy
Give you sex therapy, give you sex therapyWhoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Yeah yeah
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Ooooo(2nd Verse)
Baby less all for you to do is let your body be
Ill lick you down and make you feel like you bout it bout it
Ha ha ha ha ha ha, the doctors here for you
Take you like Twilight I’ll bite your neck
You dont have to stay in the rain Ill get you wet, yeah
Push you up against the wall ,turn you out and turn you on
Eh eh whoa(Chorus)
Its your body you can yell if you want to
Loud if you want to, scream if you want to
Just let me love you lay right here girl dont be scared of me
Give you sex therapy, give you sex therapy
Its your body well go hard if you want to
As hard as you want to, soft as you want to
Just let me love you lay right here Ill be your fantasy
Give you sex therapy, give you sex therapyWhoa, whoa, whoa, whoa oooo
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa oooo(Bridge)
Whoa-oh oh oh oh, yeah yeah yeah yeah
Girl its your body we can do whatever you like
Girl its your body we can do whatever you like
Its your body we can ride and rock and roll
Ride and rock and roll,ride and rock
O-o-o-OH oh oh oh(End chorus)
Its your body you can yell if you want to
Loud if you want to, scream if you want to
Just let me love you lay right here girl dont be scared of me
Give you sex therapy, give you sex therapy
Its your body well go hard if you want to
As hard as you want to, soft as you want to
Just let me love you lay right here Ill be your fantasy
Give you sex therapy, give you sex therapy
Girl its girl its girl its your body
We can do, can do, (sex therapy) can do
Girl its girl its girl its your body
We can do whatever (sex therapy) you like
Just let me love you lay right here girl dont be scared of me
Give you sex therapy, give you sex therapy
Many wants
A decent computer (to game and misc stuff)
A handphone to replace my HTC Hero >_<
(Tempted to buy) an iPod after getting sick of not having a music player after loss of handphone
A pleasant weekend getaway
Muji stuff in general
Less intangible:
To maintain neater spaces
Feel comfortable in my body
Feel less tired and more free
Abstract:
To find my place in the universe.
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In other news, one of the major cons of my mom going through menopause is that the sanitary pad cabinet is no longer stocked.
Need a resupply.
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I hate my period. Like seriously hate it. I hate pain. It is pain. PAIN.
I’m going to have a breakout tomorrow.
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Sometimes I feel like I’m way too uncaring or insensitive or generally brainless after I realized it. Why can’t I be perfect?
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My friends in stable relationships are moving on to the next stage of their lives. I guess this is the time when my theory of things to come will be confirmed.
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Why do I still feel so complicated when it’s a clear cut logical decision? I want to be good but it’s tiring to be like that. I wish I was a better person.
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Sometimes I wonder if I should just give up any pretense of being normal and just go… wild. But I guess it means I’ll a) die young, b) live in poverty and likely lead to a), c) find it unsustainable and return to a discontented life. I said the other day that people hardly ever change. That includes me as well.
If I strip away all the things that make me, what would be left? Get rid of all my stuff, my ties and relationships, my prejudices. I wonder how marooned survivors made it… Isn’t your environment that makes you who you are? So you ask yourself, who do you want to be and what environment does it take to be that person?
So not change within but change without. I guess there are no pressures to be any different now. Ah, just wait for that mid-life crisis then.
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These days, I think a lot about being materialistic. I quite enjoy having things and I have acquired quite a few material goods. Most of the time for various ends, other times to hoard. And sometimes just for the pleasure of owning something. It seems that ever since I earned comfortably, it’s just way too easy to spend for any reason. I don’t have any kids to support or really any future to think about (or rather, I do, my own, but it seems so far off that it can be put off). It would be all too easily explained by a gentleman called Durkheim whose central concern was that of human happiness…
Sometimes, I think sociology is one of the best things to have studied because I am the kind of person who is given to introspective thoughts… But just knowing vs actual experience creates a delicious irony of knowing all about what something is but still having little recourse. The matrix is not necessarily a bad thing. Shape form structure determine where/who/what you are. But what if the structure was never internalised as others around you have? What if it’s not possible to return to a place where those other ideas come from? What if the perfect ideas can never materialise on earth?
If suicide is a symptom of anomie, what other symptoms can there be? I was reading the history of brainwashing and I wondered about one of the stories in it. Wholehearted acceptance of a new paradigm, leaving the old one behind — leading to persecution and accusations of exploitation. These stories of rebirth of the mind, of a way of life… are they also ways to cope with anomie? Even move beyond it? Yet, like suicide, it is very little a socially acceptable way of doing so.
Or maybe it will be a disease you struggle with your whole damn life. Maybe I am just not destined for happiness and contentment. But would I give it up for happiness and contentment if I had a way? It would be insane not to. But would I find that life is oddly bland without the internal struggle? Maybe you wouldn’t even notice it has become bland. Well what does it matter? It’s something that is, rather something you can choose to be.
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My friend asked how I was and I told him “IT Show 2010!!!!!!” I feel crazy comparing prices and specs.
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I bought the Merck Manual on Men and Women’s Health and it included a section on pregnancy and birth and all its associated complications. All these things gross me out enough to tie my tubes. Nature is way too sneaky by tying sexual urges to something as gross as this in order to propagate the species.
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Maybe I’m not human. Why can’t I just be normal? And love babies and shit? Isn’t it horrible to realise that you’re abnormal, knowing it and not being able to do much about it… since it arises from original causes rather than external.
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I should really stop writing once it was past 2am. I guess only time will resolve my problems.