girlfrraaan!

what do you get when you mix three crazy girls, a camera, a room full of stuff toys and lots of free time?
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sarah(earth).carol(water).ivanna(wind).

and our powers combined, we are.... CAPTAIN PLANET! ;)

heee hee... it's amazing what the power of three can do ;)

meanwhile, i'm suffering the soporific effects of a sushi overdose. king kong is still resounding in my mind and the way things are right now, if i'm not leaning on Him, i'd be so close to giving up on life. it's so easy, sometimes, to just pick up your things, say goodbye, and leave the shitpile that you're in... but sometimes you realise you need two hands to clap, you need to sink your teeth in, grip it, and chew, grind it up slowly... and swallow. things take time, processes take time, healing takes time.. and because He is with you, holding your hand, you trust, by Faith, and not by sight (cos it can be ugly) that things will carry through, that things will get better... better than better, better than good. because it doesn't make sense that He made us human to serve Him, to undertake this great task He has commissioned, and not to take care of our mistakes, our mess-ups. cos even our foolish words will be taken for wisdom, even our mistakes, He will bless, our falls, He turns into stepping stones.

KING KONG

KING KONG. is a must watch!!! it's a work of art, an epic romance story in two starkly different settings, an action movie and a comedy. a sheer abominable feat.

things i've learnt after watching king kong:

1. the usefulness of opposable thumbs ( a 25 feet tall silverback gorilla can single-handedly defeat three tyranosaurus-rexes, all whilst holding a 5 foot woman in his other hand.)

2. the frivolousity of racism and superficiality does not spare 25 feet animals.

3. if you're blonde, blue eyed, and a size 4, you can have any creature you want - man or beast.

ironically, watching king kong has reminded me about being human. :)

w.o.n.

talk and talk and talk and talk and talk.... that's how we can be, forever, doing... the yin and more optimistic intellectual inclinations and you, the yang of animalistic pessimism... william of normandy conquered london and made france queen. c'est ca! the next time we meet we'll be in ____. but you say two people can be in love but happy with not being together... but great, you're always laughing and oh, you're laughing now, aren't you? "i'll bet that you don't know anybody that could be so bad. but if you did you'd be wondering where i'm at. i'll be home when tomorrow morning comes." superficial inferior epigastric vein.

jazz is the king of pop, who is the queen of soul, but the ruler of all, is the philosophical exposure of the conductress.

man and God

your whims and your fancies, take over.
race to race, generation to generation,
your ugly head, turning, destroying,
obliterated, we stand.
against you, and yet, scared and afraid.
that small ball of trembling light
inside the deepest darkest recesses of the woman's heart.

"why can't there be less TNA (tits and ass) girls and more library girls?" - nice one, E__, or should i say, nice one, Sarah? ;) somehow i can't seem to get that quote out of my mind... why can't there be less TNA-seeking males and more library males?

I am now a woman in love with DH Lawrence. away from the madness and silliness of the christmas frenzy, i absconded to the national library today and spent an hour reading DHL. a unique and accurate genius, DHL seems to be providing for me what solace i've attempted seeking in the harried people of this world.

"Every day, she went down to the cypress tree, among the cactus grove on the knoll with yellowish cliffs at the foot. She was wiser and subtler now, wearing only a dove-grey wrapper, and sandals. So that in an instant, in any hidden niche, she was naked to the sun. And the moment she was covered again she was grey and invisible.
Every day, in the morning towards the noon, she lay at the foot of the powerful, silver-pawed cypress tree, while the sun strode jovial in heaven. By now she knew the sun in every thread of her body. Her heart of anxiety, that anxious, straining heart, had disappeared altogether, like a flower that falls in the sun, and leaves only a little ripening fruit. And her tense womb, though still closed, was slowly unfolding, slowly, slowly, like a lily bud under water, as the sun mysteriously touched it. Like a lily bud under water it was slowly rising to the sun, to expand at last, to the sun, only to the sun.
She knew the sun in all her body, the blue-molten with his white fire edges, throwing off fire. And, though he shone on all the world, when she lay unclothed, he focussed on her. It was one of the wonders of the sun, he could shine on a million people, and still be the radiant, splendid, unique sun, focussed on her alone."

-Sun. D. H. Lawrence

Like a blossoming flower, facing the sun, i yield and i turn about paths He leads. in everything, for the best. For the best in everything. :)

it's so funny how things work out... it's so funny how millieus make us see the same world differently. i wonder, what coloured lens am i seeing the world with today??? how many types of lens have i acquired from the people i meet, the friends i hang out with, the background i come from, the events that have happened, the things i have seen, the height i have grown? so if this is the case, and we are thereby shaped by the environments we are in, is there such a thing as a correct way of living? is there such a thing as an absolute right or wrong behaviour? why are some people deemed outcasts in society when they are just seeing the world through different lenses? do we, seeing them, put on different lenses to view them?
"let him who is without sin cast the first stone." ,"all things to all men"... not quick to judge, but seeking to understand. switching lenses, switching sides, getting both sides, all the time. only by His strength are all things possible. Amen.

lost in transit

oh yes, and how could i forget my eventful 16 hours in london on the flight back...

cakes and creams

the mobhouse that is central london.

holey

oh my gawd i have SUCH a big crush on my hairdresser, it's not funny anymore! why the hell is he so f**ing charming and suave and smooth-talking??? ivanna, how can you not approve of such a funktastic match! *disdainful look*he's sooo freaking cool and funky and he's got the most amazing tattooes (that i want to trace with my finger/trace with my tongue*).
so yes, getting my hair cut by him (+ lots of mutual flirting + lots of running his hands through my hair) is definitely making my trips to the salon worthwhile :) oh my gosh oh my gosh, he wants me to call him the next time i'm going to zouk and he'll buy me a drink!!! oh my gosh oh my gosh! i've been waiting for forever for him to say those words!!!!! (ivanna, please don't kill me)


*delete as deemed characteristic

life in brief:
looks like this wednesday at zouk is materialising... singapore is so happening, in a small-town, psychedelic, quick-fix sort of way... and meanwhile, the book i'm reading is the absolute best way of taking a history tour of london... also... i'm 4 holes holey-ier. today, i got punctured for:

1. tuberculin test
2. hep a vaccine
3. ADT vaccine
4. blood test for Hep B status

ouch. second round on thursday for
5. MMR and
6. poliomyelitis.

and then, i shall be henceforth known as : antibody girl!

the fantastic 4 in town. string concert w mommy. orchard christmas lights. china black w pris.

xin1 jia1po1

eating, shopping, singing, reading, clubbing. dim sum, sushi, dim sum, sushi. coffee xpress, spinelli's, starbucks, ivanna's kitchen. double cappucinos, double espressos, mochas, 2 in 1 coffees. "the troublesome offspring of cardinal guzman", "london", "the autobiography of george mueller". ivanna, sarah, priscilla, shen, jun. mom, dad, weiming, chance. hot. hot. hot.

shui2 jiao3 mian4 jia1 cai1

roots manuva (glasgow ABC)

buses have air conditioning and walking makes you perspire. it's funny how the sunlight is so different here. makes everything look so different!

poem wars

specimen #1

specimen #2

specimen#3

goodbye with a bang!

my favourite pub

sigh.. it's the penultimate day in glasgow this term.. how sad! but not without a term-end party tonight, promises of much more partying, drinking, clubbing and gigging next year!!! (jack johnson in february!) wooo hoo! so maybe this holiday in singapore is a compound of three things:

1. sojourn from my busy hectic life these past 10 weeks

SMS (sick medic syndrome)

2. break to see family and friends who aren't in glasgow with me

3. pre-party calm so the party can go on when i return!

yes yes.. but all that said, it's been an eventful 10 weeks - medicine madness, medic mingling, good breakup, church spectacular (x 1 and a half churches), single spending frenzy, hospital life highs, capoeira coaxing, fine dining, london-loving and lana-lexing.... :) my idea of a good time. :)

well, this means singapore and hong kong will only have to be BETTER!

infectious disease alert

Influenza.

Spread is by droplets. Incubation period 1-4 days. Infectivity 1 day before to 7 days after symptoms start. Immunity Those attacked by one strain are immune to that strain only. Convalescence may be slow.

Symptoms fever, headache, malaise, myalgia, prostration, nausea, vomitting, conjunctivitis/eye pain (even photophobia). Also depression.

Treatment bed rest +- aspirin...

- Oxford Handbook of Clinical Medicine. 5th ed. 2001. Longmore et al.

yup. unfortunately including the malaise, nausea, conjuctivitis, eye pain, photophobia, as well as depression... bed rest - self-prescribed but non-compliant (because of heavy workload, preoccupation with pbls, packing and classes.) self-prescribed medication: paracetamol (high doses), caffeine (6-7 cups/day), ascorbic acid (2 oranges + 60mg/day) brain function test (self-assesment) : 65% of normal. prognosis : recovery time may be protracted.

manuva

a singaporean day in glasgow. i don't ever want to leave...

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how you spin me away to distant lands, to worlds of jazz, mandoulins, Garciaz, marijuana, philosophy, wonderland, the looking glass, dolphins in northern shores, Turner, Spain and ....

just by sitting next to me.

i'll never forget the past, the green shirt and the blush, the investigaton and the outcome. how i failed to see then and how i regret now, the path that could have been.

"i just realise that the numbers don't coincide with the number you choose."
i look at him and say, "you know i realised that ten minutes ago."
"i know."

our silence. materialising my thoughts, understanding my dreams and fulfilling my thirst... for rest. of late i run too fast. your silence suddenly soporific. i hate you for not knowing it, but i love you for feeling this then.

how do i do this? by not trying too hard.

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mediocre minds..... (since when did my haughtiness get above me?)

talk to her

talk to her... one of the most beautiful films i've ever watched.... the story about two comatose women - one a ballet dancer, the other a bullfighter. the former, enamoured by her obsessive male nurse, who persuades the bullfighter's boyfriend to continually 'talk to her'.

wonderfully told, beautiful dance scenes, bullfight scenes and pantomime acts sprinkled throughout...

to me, it's the story about love, loss, lonliness and, above all, how complicated life can be twisted, how lives can be so intimately and sadistically intertwined to the point of agony, stoism and to breaking point.

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12:01am yes.. friendship... how queer!

how very queer. but it doesn't matter. we all are intertwined in the same pattern. each unique, but like.. a bunch of noodles, inter-related, inter-dependent in a way, learning, living and dying. but getting stronger at the same time. :)

life is beautiful if you look at it the right way. :)

so much work

arhgss!!! medics on my left, medics on my right, medics EVERYWHERE and we're all doing the same thing - STUDYING!!!!!!! ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.......

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why are there so many types of arrythmias.. can't they just classify heart conduction as regular or irregular, brady or tachy? why the need to classify so many different types of bundle branch blocks??? arghs....... :( lemme complain.. stoopid cardiologists... can imagine them in a ward full of people with funny heartbeats conncted to ecgs and they just went round the room while the patients' hearts were fluttering away, looking at their heart traces...... doctors...

uh huh huh huh.... this doesn't change the fact that i have to know them ALLLLLLL........ Sinus bradycardia, Sinus Tachycardia, Premature atrial contractions ("PAC's"), Premature ventricular contractions ("PVC's"), Paroxysmal supraventricular tachycardia ("PSVT"), Wolff-Parkinson-White Syndrome ("WPW"), Atrial fibrillation, Atrial flutter, "Sick sinus syndrome" and "tachy-brady" syndrome, Slow heart rhythms, Bundle Branch Blocks, Conduction Blocks - first degree, second degree: mobitz type 1, Wenckebach, 2:1, 3:1, complete heart block...

UH HUH HUH HUH HUH HUH HUH HUH HUH HUH HUH HUH HUH HUH HUH ......... :(

why? .....

where did all my time go?

monday's finally over... nothing like sitting back to a hot dinner, spending the limited time i get to have away from medicine and away from the sl (medical library)...


the sl's (pictured left) has been like my second home for the past 3 weeks or so... great heating (0 deg outside, 24 deg inside), snacks 24/7, automatic ventilating system, automatic blinds, internet access, en suite toilets, great crowd, great craic, security's tight and open all night......

don't get me wrong, i LOVE the medical school in glasgow and i absolutely dig pbls, especially since it's hospital-based now... my pbl group this term is pretty interesting. haha... we've got...*drumroll*

mr. smart (not his real name) the most amazing pbl-mate i could ever ask for - on-the-ball, quick, fast, intelligent, got the facts and asks all the right questions.

then we've got my good ol friend mr. friendly... pretty like BFG... knows all the interesting facts cos he's reading evidence based medicine journals half the time...

then we have mr. funny, (my favourite as of today!) he's amazing and we share the same sense of humour. *grin*

we've got little ms. blonde.. ok, that was quite a mean name to call her, but she's amazingly d*tsy.... take this pbl scenario for eg:

someone contributes: so you diagnose an AMI when you see at least one of three things on the ecg : st elevation, st depression or pathological q waves.

ms. blonde: right.. this is the part i dun get.. how come we get both st elevation and depression in MI?

someone else: it depends on whether you get a subendocardial or total infarct.
(everyone nods in agreement)
with subendocardial infarcts, you get st depression.

ms. blonde: right..... (still confused, giving that doubting look) so you get st elevation with total infarcts? and in subendocardial infarcts, you get st depression, but it's above the line?

(NB: for non medics - it's basically the ECG reading... and anything below the isoelectric line is a depression (duh) so obviously you can't get a st depression that's above the line)

hee... she's pretty slow, but amazingly cute and friendly, despite being heralded by some as the prettiest girl in medicine. i like her. :) her eyes go totally wide when we talk about colours, fruits, stars, and cute furry animals.

anyways, we've got ms. goth as well. she's a goth and wears black all the time, is a bottle-black, original colour blonde, black netted stockings, blackish lipstick and short, black leather skirts.. she's really quite nice though, except a little quiet. but she's cool.

yup yup... my wonderful pbl group...

*deep sigh* still debating whether i should go for the night out on tues.. been doing way too much this past week.. 9-5 days almost everyday for uni... guest speaker in church this last weekend. went for a gig and a house party sat night, studied all sunday, except for a meeting at church, meeting again tonight at 730pm, dinner with the guys on tuesday night before the medic night out.... and i still have to finish up lana and lex with kenneth , plan my electives, ssm and intercalated degree before i'm due home on my flight... it's no wonder i've got a lack of sleep...*heavy sigh*

oh, look at the time...

6:30pm, GCCC

and Prophecy too. thank you, Jesus. THANK YOU.

in the background

I am awakened,
Fully.

despite the massive cup of tea and tongkat ali coffee (grudges aside, aaron?), i'm puffy-eyed and not at my peak.. for the first time in what must have been ages, we had supper at Asian Styles last night. Us triumphant three - Weiyao, Kenneth and I, joined by Epon, my new favourite ex-takeaway chink. Good craic, as usual... a record breaking 2 hour supper fueled by debates on everything under the sun! i love a person who can hold a weighty-debate and a good all-out splashing of verbal arrows. More please! Laksa was massive and saturated with coconut oil. Home by half 1, showered by 2, quiet time til 3, in bed by 305. awake at 945 cos someone had to call my home phone, which rings like the sound of a thousand bells.... ("£%!$@"!^::@£^$$%"&^*%^&$^&"~@:@:$!"£.. own up NOW, you morbid malicious morning menace!) ... ... afternoon nap is needed.

Alive, made whole and
Beautiful.

STEMI. but also ST depression, and pathological Q waves.
i will know this through and through by the end of 4 hours...

Because I was there
When your Peace descended upon me

Knowledge and the discernment of spirits and Wisdom. I receive with gratitude. :)

Like a dove,
Like a gentle whisper,
A loving beam of warmth,
Radiance, lumine.

You wash over me.
Like the fragrance of a thousand incenses.

thoughts over tea : grace

"That every man may eat and drink, and find satisfaction in his toil - this is the gift of God."

Life is seldom better than this. :) but there is going to be so much more...

a sign of the times:

you know winter is coming when: 1. your windows start misting up when you're asleep 2. it's snowing outside 3. the rainwater freezes into transparent panes on the roadside 4. it's the end of november 5. you are suddenly more active when its warm

back in singapore in 2 weeks and a day! oh man.. it's time to start writing my list of "THINGS I WANT TO DO WHEN I GO BACK TO SINGAPORE:" it's funny the first thing that comes to my mind when i wanna make this list is merchant city on a cool glasgow autumn evening! haha.. is this a sign of 'where carol's heart is'? merchant city's where i do capoeira. it is amazing. the feeling of waking up the next day with the dull ache of lactate buildup in my muscles, with the beat still in my heart and with the pleasure of having spent a night in the company of hot, sweaty, brazillian men. :)

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i like it, this singlehood, this embrace - falling into the arms of the Father, falling gracefully, freely. *deep breath* :) i'm smiling a whole lot more these days. to myself. :)

dad was passing by in paris. what i would do for a weekend in paris! oooooo.. it's been too long. too long since i was last there, and too long since having watched "before sunrise, before sunset"....

missing my mom right now. not a sad missing, but a longing - missing. to hear her laugh and tell me stories, gossip, her comments on life, politics and anything she puts her hand in... i think she's the most amazing mom in the world. but hey, i'm biased. ;)

a lingering thought : does he ___ me?

just a passing thought. i'll let you know when it passes...

current sights on : accident and emergency, internal medicine, cardiology.

long long way to go, carol.. meanwhile... plastic surgery in july. haha. i shall be transformed in NUH. heh heh.. together with kenneth, under the careful supervision of Mr Lim, the head consultant of plastic surgery in NUH. i hear i may have some scottish mates doing an elective in july in singapore. this may be interesting...

a confession : i'm addicted to tea with milk and honey.

it is finished.

t=13 days

rambling on

i am a restless little girl. in medicine... i want to do everything.

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i had a dream last night. or rather.. this morning. about a half hour after my alarm was supposed to go off. hotel room, mess, late, emptiness... that vaguely familiar feeling of... loss...

loss.

that i've not felt in soo long.
so so long... ouch.

transported back to pre-glasgow,
pre-Me.

sometimes we all need something like that... to make us realise we have to give up and give in.

retreat 2005

photos just now... words later... buried in books just now - namely macleod's clinical examination.... things i did today : study, study, pbl in hospital, conversation with pris, conversation with rob, study, conversation with various people from church, study, study.

dinner.pillow potatoes.my fantasy wife.me+2nd years.

lost in wonder

gartmoor

retreat was amazing...

the worship team!

t=8 days (this is getting depressing...)

t=6 days, 12 hours

distractions...

so on wednesday, at worship practice for the retreat happening this weekend (fri-sun), my guitar string snapped... had class pretty much the whole day yesterday so i had to leave it till today to go get it. so packed off my sweet guitar and headed into mccormacks in town to get it...

things to buy (17/11):

that done,i decided to go hang about in town since i had the day off and all i had to do today was restring my guitar and pack for the retreat ... so i popped into URBAN OUTFITTERS! THE MOST AMAZING SHOP IN THE WORLD.... then i couldn't help it and popped into zara to check out the winter collection and the clinique counter in house of frasers cos my YSL touche eclat radiance had run out and i sort of prefered the clinique concealer anyway... i guess you guys could guess where it went from here : ALLLLL THE WAY DOWN......... if i was broke and skint before, i was broken after zara and brokerestestestesttest-te-test-te-test after i forced myself into the underground to head back home... for an idea of how bad it was... this is what happened... i was swiping it all the way with my switch (uk debit card) so much that when i was at the underground station at st. enoch, instead of putting in my train ticket, i attempted to insert my swipe card.....

yup... carol has done it again... O.T.T. AGAIN. but it's okay... i'm not really broke, i'm just acting broke so i can believe i'm broke so that i won't spend that much... or am i really broke but acting like i'm not really broke so i can allow myself to spend again? oh dear. i think i've confused myself there. anyhow... there won't be anymore spending till hong kong... (but that's what i said last month!) shen, jun and pris, i'm quite afraid how i'll be like in hong kong, so please leash me to one of you's... any one of you's who's not pris and shen...

things i ended up buying anyways...

on a happier note, church retreat is happening in 2 hours time (oh f.... i haven't even packed yet and i'm supposed to have met kenneth half an hour ago!) but that's not as important.. the important thing is.. i can't wait to be there!!!!! a weekend of worshipping God! weeee....

t=116 hours

seasons

Dr B Thakker is absolutely the most entertaining microbiologist lecturer.... his lecture was on tuberculosis...

"If in doubt, blame the foreigners.."

"If you think humans are promiscuous, you should reconsider when you think about bacteria....Conjugation in bacteria is quite like sex in humans, if that's what you can call it... "

"Think about it.. this PCR (polymerase chain reaction).. we can use this to make... a thousand copies.. of .. i dunno.. audrey hepburn or something. and it's exponential... 2 to 4 to 8 to 16..."
"God has a sense of humour! Really, i mean... have you seen giant pandas??!!"
"This is a portrait of Saint Roche, the patron saint of the plague. It is set in Naples, but as you can see, the people in the painting aren't very happy. See these people here? they're dying of the plague...they're not enjoying the ice cream and pizza that is often associated with Naples..."
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i absolutely love eccentric scientists..

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still cautious about my unfounded freedom..... when will the negativity really set in? it's like a knife stuck in your abdomen that you're pulling out slowly and gingerly, expecting the jarring, unbearable pain to set in, but... ...slowly, slowly, miraculously, the knife eases itself out nicely and cleanly.. the wound is healed, the scar is formed. and i move on... yesterday's bout was the end of it... ...thank you... you know who you are. we've not done that in a long time. :)

meanwhile, just trying to enjoy glasgow while i can... the last leaves of autumn are falling.

free

haha.. think that last post was some sort of prophesying portent of the things to come.. but... like water off a duck's back, you came off of me.. :) wow.. God is amazing. i'm actuallly..... okay! i'm more than okay.. i'm... ....






free.





no longer somewhere in between, but right where it matters - on my knees. my heart is spoken for...

two rhemas this morning... and i can sense so much more... so MUCH MORE.

malachi 3:10. You're everything i need.

21, female, confused.

presenting complaint:

heavy heart
feeling of impending doom

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t=30hours

t=2mins

t=0

THIS ONE's for you babe :)

My Humps"What you gon' do with all that junk?All that junk inside your trunk?I'ma get, get, get, get, you drunk,Get you love drunk off my hump.My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump,My hump, my hump, my hump, my lovely little lumps. (Check it out)I drive these brothers crazy,I do it on the daily,They treat me really nicely,They buy me all these ice-ys.Dolce & Gabbana,Fendi and then DonnaKaran, they be sharin’All their money got me wearin' flyBut I ain't askin,They say they love my ass 'n,Seven Jeans, True Religion's,I say no, but they keep givin'So I keep on takin’And no I ain’t takenWe can keep on datin’I keep on demonstrating.My love, my love, my love, my loveYou love my lady lumps,My hump, my hump, my hump,My humps they got u,She’s got me spending.(Oh) Spendin' all your money on me and spending time on me.She’s got me spendin'.(Oh) Spendin' all your money on me, on me, on meWhat you gon' do with all that junk?All that junk inside that trunk?I'ma get, get, get, get, you drunk,Get you love drunk off my hump.What u gon' do with all that ass?All that ass inside them jeans?I'm a make, make, make, make you screamMake u scream, make you scream.Cos of my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump.My hump, my hump, my hump, my lovely lady lumps. (Check it out)I met a girl down at the disco.She said hey, hey, hey yea let’s go.I could be your baby, you can be my honeyLets spend time not money.I mix your milk wit my cocoa puff,Milky, milky cocoa,Mix your milk with my cocoa puff, milky, milky riiiiiiight.They say I’m really sexy,The boys they wanna sex me.They always standing next to me,Always dancing next to me,Tryin' a feel my hump, hump.Lookin' at my lump, lump.U can look but you can’t touch it,If you touch it I'ma start some drama,You don’t want no drama,No, no drama, no, no, no, no dramaSo don’t pull on my hand boy,You ain’t my man, boy,I'm just tryn'a dance boy,And move my hump.My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump,My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump.My lovely lady lumps [x3]In the back and in the front.My lovin' got u,She’s got me spendin'.(Oh) Spendin' all your money on me and spending time on me.She's got me spendin’.(Oh) Spendin' all your money on me, on me, on me.What you gon' do with all that junk?All that junk inside that trunk?I'ma get, get, get, get you drunk,Get you love drunk off my hump.What you gon' do with all that ass?All that ass inside them jeans?I'ma make, make, make, make you screamMake you scream, make you scream.What you gon do with all that junk?All that junk inside that trunk?I'ma get, get, get, get you drunk,Get you love drunk off this hump.What you gon’ do wit all that breast?All that breast inside that shirt?I'ma make, make, make, make you workMake you work, work, make you work.She's got me spendin'.Spendin all your money on me and spendin’ time on meShe’s got me spendin’.Spendin' all your money on me, on me, on me.

awww.. so real... like my love for you(r money).

over my head, but underneath my feet

never meant to waste your time
never meant to fall out of line
i always tried to get closer to You
now it seems with every step
feels like i'm losing my breath
i don't know what else i can do...

but You wash over me
You wash over me like rain
and You wash over me
You wash over me like sunshine.
i never had to choose
living a life with you
or choosing lies only half true
now i'd rather be
alone with you and me
than hiding behind these walls.

when you wash over me..

everything in the world was falling through
all i knew was to look to You
my sunshine
all my life never found my place
until i felt the sunlight on my face
my Sunshine...
- wash. lifehouse.