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 15, 2005

If one did all one can to win back your heart..but did not get anything.
Whose fault is that?

If one tried hard to call out to you..but was ignored over and over again.
Whose fault is that?

If one fell for you and has not stopped since..but was not caught by you.
Whose fault is that?

If one cried blood instead of tears..but was not comfort by you.
Whose fault is that?

If one thinks that one loves you so much before, now and forever..but that same feeling is not reciprocated.
Whose fault is that?

No one's.

Not you. Not me. Not anybody else.

Cos one can't possibly blame another for one's own weakness.

You have weaknesses. I have weaknesses. Everybody has weaknesses.

Mine is just that I don't know when to let go.

Cos to me, when is never.

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<~ perfected ~>
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