
me
"Aye"
Yanee
05/01
On my stereo: Justin Timberlake's Summer Love
Mood: Erratic
"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
Friday, February 10, 2006
Been keeping busy just so some stuff are forgotten.
Lots have been happening, major and minor.
I'm just to fed up and tired to type it all out.
Some other day, maybe i will.
Can you still believe that i'm still waiting and i can't get over a certain someone?
Argh.
Sometimes i just hate me.
Anyways, i was inspired to write up on something when Aisha mentioned it to me just now.
But
I'm feeling woozy.
So i'll just post a song from Damien Rice.
CannonballThere's still a little bit of your taste in my mouth
There's still a little bit of you laced with my doubt
It's still a little hard to say what's going on
There's still a little bit of your ghost, your witness
There's still a little bit of your face I haven't kissed
You step a little closer each day
That I can't see what's going on
Stones taught me to fly
Love, it taught me to lie
Life, it taught me to die
So it's not hard to fall
When you float like a cannonball
There's still a little bit of your song in my ear
There's still a little bit of your words I long to hear
You step a little closer to me
So close that I can't see what's going on
Stones taught me to fly
Love, it taught me to lie
Life, it taught me to die
So it's not hard to fall
When you float like a cannon-
Stones taught me to fly
Love, it taught me to cry
So come on courage
Teach me to be shy
'Cause it's not hard to fall
And I don't wanna scare her
It's not hard to fall
And I don't wanna lose
It's not hard to grow
When you know that you just don't know
I'll be missing you.
<~ perfected ~>
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