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, January 12, 2006

"...den wad u gonna do abt tis relationship tt doesnt even seem lyk 1..?

I'm not gonna give up just yet. Gonna give it my all. Yes..Wad u said proved many points but i wanna follow my heart (cliche as it sounds) and stick thru with wad i wanna get in return from her. Cuz if i dun and leave it just the way it is now, practically nothing, then i'll be asking myself in the future, looking back on the past, wondering wad if?"

-Gen, the painfully honest pal trying to drill in reality into the thick skull of her stubborn and lovesick fren. Me.

Nah la...here's my heart. Break it. But read warning label first: Once broken, considered sold.

You got cheque or you wanna trade your heart?

Think long long ah...i go sit one corner and finish crying first.

Nabeh, got plaster not? I got cut on my arm ah. Pain.

Dun haf arh?

Nvm. You go sit one corner opposite me and see me bleed k?

Set?

Set.

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