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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 ::





Monday, April 03, 2006

I was okay.

But you came along, with your one cents worth.

It didn't help that i already had a bad day yesterday.

Your words didn't sink in till i lay on my bed.

Then, i felt you had a right to whatever it was you had to say.

Now, i feel somewhat confused.

Just what am i supposed to be doing?

I should change?

I should forget?

From that pushy, egoistical, annoying, desperate girl

to

an ignorant, heartless, no-nonsense lady?

I really don't know what i should be doing.

Part of me thinks,

'Why should i change just cuz somebody imply that i should?'

Another part argues,

'But if it's for the better and might change just how everything is...why not?'


If you so incline,

tell me what i should do.

Oh, and forgetting the past?

Forget it, no matter how i tried, i will always remember.









You think you understand, you think you know,
Fact is, you don't.

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<~ perfected ~>
@ |12:09 PM|

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