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, February 12, 2006

Today was...well... interesting.

That word was also one word which somebody used to describe me.

Interesting.

What a word.

Holds many different meanings, both good and bad.

Was that description bad?

I don't know seriously.

Somebody i so love messaged me unexpectantly just now.

That person thought of me.

Asked how i was.

I can't reply!!!

My prepaid has zilch value and i won't be topping up till tmr.

Hmph.

I'll reply tmr surely.

Ok.

Back to today.

I had an great time.

There were times where i had great laughs and great cuci-mata sessions.

Lol. I'm not as gatal as i sound la.

There were also times when i couldn't control my thoughts and everything which i vowed not to brood upon, came up in my thoughts.

Haiz.

Take for example, on the train back to Tampines.

Me and Aisha standing up, no seats at that time.

She very toot lor.

Go and ask me questions.

Fine. I asked ferst.

She very the toot and answered "..."

So when she asked me something difficult to answer, i answered the same.

I got upset, i guess.

And at that point of time pulak, the song: Berhenti Berharap was on the nano.

Nugget.

I think she didn't noticed.

But i cried.

I was so heartbroken.

Very much so.

I can't let her see that.

I wiped my tears and pretend everything's alrite.

When in fact, it's not.

My head is spinning and my heart is cracking.

Tears spilling, fears filling.

I'm breakin'.

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