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

Sunday, January 29, 2006

I'm bored and still waiting.

Waiting for something.

Waiting for someone.

My handphone vibrates.

I looked at the number and felt dismayed.

Aisha la.

Not the one i'm waiting for.

Anyways, i'm feeling extremely bored and listless.

I have got nothing to do but wait.

And Mum's nyeh nyeh nyeh about me wanting to go out.

Eh, shuddap sia.

I got enuff problems on my plate.

Stop shoving me some more.

And no.

I don't wanna eat.

Sheesh.

She's been asking me why i haven't been eating and not sleeping.

Cuz every morning, she'll see me with puffy and red eyes.

I say that i can't sleep but actually, i can't sleep because i've been crying the whole night.

So yesh Mummy, I've got loads of problems you just won't know and won't dare to accept.

Goddamit, where is Aisha?!

She said she'll go online now.

Hmph.

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