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 29, 2005

I don't want night to come
That's when shadows of our past come creeping out
Bringing forth the memories of us
When we were still together.

Holding hands and heart,
We walked through the park
Lips to lips, skin to skin
The thought of curfews never came to mind

Not when the blanket of stars above twinkle so bright for us.

The trembling of my body betrayed the seemingly steady facade i put on
As we were on your bed, kissing and talking the pain away
The pain that i felt, knowing that we may not last
I don't want you to leave

Not when i already gave my heart completely to you.

Sitting at the back of the bus
We thought of nothing else but us
Travelling from Simei to Outram Park
That and many more were a first

Pasir Ris Park at night was nice
Chinatown last month was nicer-0202
So many first and thirds
But your place was the best

All that are just shadows of our past
So much more but
I rather relive them with you
Than listing them here.

Give me a chance and i will.

Give me a chance and i won't disappoint.

Give me a chance and i won't be wasted.

Give me a chance.

That's all i ask.

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<~ perfected ~>
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