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Saturday, December 02, 2006 @ 8:47 PM
Panic! At The Disco.

Currently addicted to Panic! At The Disco.
Paul has, like, the whole CD in iTunes.

Ohmygosh, I never realized, one of the band members (I don't know what he plays), is super cute, and he wears lots and lots of eyeliner.
Well, all of them do, actually.

Waitaminute.
Now he ain't so cute any more.
He put on weight, dyed his hair brown, and has a slight beardmoustache.
Or six o'clock shadow.
Whatever you want to call it.
Gawd save us all.

Actually they have some pretty quirky song names.
Like, Nails For Breakfast, Tacks For Snacks.
And There's A Good Reason These Tables Are Numbered, Honey You Just Haven't Thought Of It Yet.
I like.

And I especially like this part of I Write Sins Not Tragedies.

Oh, well imagine,
As I'm pacing the pews in a church corridor
And I can't help but to hear
No, I can't help but to hear an exchanging of words
"What a beautiful wedding,What a beautiful wedding," says a bridesmaid to a waiter
"And, yes, but what a shame,What a shame the poor groom's bride is a whore."

Seriously la.
I can kowtow to the guy who wrote the lyrics.
They all fit perfectly too.
Respect, respect.

I likey.

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It's that time of the month again.
Thank god it came in time.
Then I can go to Genting and Langkawi without further worries.

Love you.