my reality: hit me baby one more time.

Monday, 23 August 2010

hit me baby one more time.

i was in the car with shwe ying when britney spears was played on the radio...
so we did the only thing we could have done: turn it way up and sing along at the top of our lungs. good stuff. =)

"sometimes i run
sometimes i hide
sometimes i'm scared of you
but all i really want is to hold you tight
treat you right
be with you day and night
baby all i need is time."

- sometimes, britney spears.

2 comments:

melissa chen said...: I was at the club last Fri night and Britney's Hit Me Baby One More Time started playing.. and I'm glad to say that I too did the only thing I could've done ('cept turning it up..haha) sing at the top of mah lungs! And dance like crazy too, of course ;)

Ps. After Britney they played S Club 7 AND Backstreet Boys #bestnightever!; 23 August 2010 at 21:08
delle. said...: nice! i need one of those nights soon.
muah!; 26 August 2010 at 10:56

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"the greatest hazard of all, losing the self, can occur very quietly in the world, as if it were nothing at all. no other loss can occur so quietly; any other loss - an arm, a leg, five dollars, a wife, etc. - is sure to be noticed.

thus possibility seems greater and greater to the self; more and more it becomes possible because nothing becomes actual. eventually everything seems possible, but this is exactly the point at which the abyss swallows up the self. it takes time for each little possibility to become an actuality. eventually, however, the time that should be used for actuality grows shorter and shorter; everything becomes more and more momentary. possibility becomes more and more intensive - but in the sense of possibility, not in the sense of actuality, for the intensive in the sense of actuality means to actualize some of what is possible. the instant something appears to be possible, a new possibility appears, and finally these phantasmagoria follow one another in such rapid succession that it seems as if everything were possible, and this is exactly the final moment, the point at which the individual himself becomes a mirage."

- the sickness unto death, soren kierkegaard

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Monday, 23 August 2010

hit me baby one more time.

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