the imperfect perfectionist

*me *
Yanee
05/01
On my stereo: Justin Timberlake's Summer Love
Mood: Erratic

"Aye"
indie rock, alternative, pop rock: smiles: hugs and kisses: soccer: chocolates: Nike: teddy bears: touch rugby: babies: rock-climbing and bouldering: soft and pantene-smelling hair: my well-worn Levi's: Adidas: white, blue: short nice hair: Elmo, Oscar the Grouch and Cookie Monster:

"Nay"
veggies: swallowing pills: high heels: skirts: not knowing what to do: mess:

*wishlist *

a bit more freedom
PSP
new laptop
more clothes, for goodness sake!
new phone
an orange scrambler
makeover my room

Thursday, December 01, 2005

if people can handle the truth, why can't i?

The truth to some things in your life will always catch up with you. No matter how far u run. No matter how well you hide.

Cos the truth isn't something that you play 'catch' with..where you can look over your shoulder and give a sigh of relief that it hasn't catch up..

It isn't something which you hope you don't face in the early morning of a sunny Sunday or perhaps on a dreary evening of a wet Wednesday..

It isn't something you thought of while you stroll along the aisle at the supermarket with a trolley in hand..

It is something you wish to know but yet afraid to face..

It is something you say you're ok with but in fact, you're not..

It is something you know will hurt but you put a brave front and take the hit..

Because if other people can handle the truth, why can't you?

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