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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

Gotta change my answering machine 
Now that I'm alone
'Cause right now it says that we
Can't come to the phone

And I know it makes no sense
'Cause you walked out the door
But it's the only way I hear your voice
Anymore

It's ridiculous
It's been months for some reason I just
Can't get over us
And I'm stronger than this

Enough is enough
No more walking 'round with my head down
I'm so over being blue
Crying over you


Gotta fix that calendar I have
That's marked 20th & 21th
Because since there's no more you
There's no more anniversary

I'm so fed up with my thoughts of you
And your memories
And now every song reminds me
Of what used to be


That's the reason
I'm so sick of love songs
So tired of tears
So done with wishing
You were still here

Said I'm so sick of love songs
So sad and slow
So why can't I turn off the radio?

Leave me alone
Leave me alone, stupid love song
Don't make me think about your smile
Or having my first kiss

Then lettin' go
Turning off the radio


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<~ perfected ~>
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