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, March 26, 2006

~ Absence from whom we love is worse than death,
and frustrates hope severer than despair.

Absence diminishes little passions and increases great ones,
as wind extinguishes candles and and fans a fire.

Absence and death are the same,
only that in death there is no suffering.

Absence sharpens love,
presence strengthens it.

Absence is the common cure of love. ~

A poem from my brother's friend's friend.
Name's Nash.
If you're reading this, it's a wonderful creation.
What i've been struggling to say,
you've hit it right on.

Thanks.

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<~ perfected ~>
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