Danabelle in French Ken Lee Shorts

Last night, "Si La Photo Est Bonne" played on my iTunes and I started to sing along... I realized just then that I could be Ken Lee's French version.

Sacrebleu. Tsk.

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This weekend is bound to be eventful



We have speed photoshooting on the 4th for fifteen to twenty people.

Then, maybe Fujairah. Most likely not, but maybe.

Then it's matchbox and flashmod lovin'. Mmmm...

And oooh. I might get a ZOMLINS. Sweeeeeeetttt.

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For those who are interested (Read: spying on me). Please note, that I am currently working on lightpanels. If you want drawings, I'll give 'em to you. FREELY. Hindi ako madamot.

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Ah love. Such a confusing subject. It's like the roads of Dubai. One minute you're there, the next minute you have no idea where you are and how you got there. Diverted. Tsk. Then you keep driving and suddenly you find yourself right back where you started.

Is this love? Can I ask you that? Will you tell me if I do? I'm tortured, I gotta say.

On my way to work, I was listening to Nina Simone. She sang, quite forcefully may I add, "I've put a spell on you... Because you're mine.", that might as well have been you singing to me. Not only because Nina has such a masculine voice, but because I think you may have just placed a spell on me. I'm yours. And I don't even know it.

Granted, I may have "overthunk" this one again, like I almost always usually do. This is how I got in trouble the last time. I place way too much meaning in what should have been seen as coincidences. Tsk.

Love. The mystery of it all. And the magic of it. I guess we'll never really know it. Ever.

And maybe I'll never really know you.

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Oooh! My 18th and 19th are free free free. Who wants in?