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--> 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

*fellow bloggers *

:: kyle ::
:: azrul ::
:: liyana ::
:: arfin ::
:: zak ::
:: naz ::
:: jason ::
:: monkey ::
:: wei tin ::
*hunts *

:: blogskins ::
:: hotmail ::
:: friendster ::
:: deviantart ::
:: tickle ::
:: youtube ::





Saturday, February 18, 2006

4 days of non-activity in 'Ashes.

Too tired to post anything.

I get back home from school, straight to my bed and WHAM!

Sleep.


Usually, only fer a short while, cos i still have evening religious class to attend.

Thank goodness, my Sunday classes are over and done with.

Replaced with studying sessions with YZ.

That too was when she forced me to do so.

Haiz.

I want to die of exhaustion lei.

But really kan, i haven't been studying.


Waaah, Yanee, you wanna die issit?

O levels this year and still can calcium silicate.

Common test are coming up next week and still can blog.

Haiz.

Damn. Where did i go wrong?





Ok I must be really tired to be talking to myself.

Anyways, loads been happening.

Lyk if nothing happen lyk dat, tak sah plak.

Hmmm.

Strange strange.



Firstly, tell u abt V Day la.

The pressies and cards nice-nice.

It was nice.

But, nicer still when in fact,

there was suddenly a msg from someone so unexpected.

Hmmm.

Really, shocked to received the msg.

Terperanjat beruk more when that person called at night.

*dreamy smile*

Hai.

There's so much to say.

I couldn't fit it all in that 3 hour phone call.

It was all so difficult.

To even speak was tremendously hard.


You asked for forgiveness.

I can't give it just yet.

Not now.

Not after what you've done.

I'm sorry.






Where is your heart

Cause i don't really feel you

Where is your heart

What i really want is to believe you

Is it so hard to give me what i need

I want your heart to bleed

That's all i'm asking for

Where is your heart


I just don't understand

Your love is just so cold.




Where is your heart?

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