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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 ::





Friday, July 21, 2006

I walked across an empty land 
I knew the pathway like the back of my hand
I felt the earth beneath my feet
Sat by the river and it made me complete




Oh simple thing, where have you gone
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin





I came across a fallen tree
I felt the branches of it looking at me
Is this the place we used to love?
Is this the place that I've been dreaming of?





So if you have a minute why don't we go
Talk about it somewhere only we know?
This could be the end of everything
So why don't we go
Somewhere only we know?







This could be the end of everything
So why don't we go
Somewhere only we know?

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<~ perfected ~>
@ |7:24 AM|

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