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

Wednesday, July 19, 2006

I'm back.... with vengeance.

Actually, not really la.

Oh... and a quick b'dae shoutout to Faiz who turned the double 2 yesterdae. Happy Deday!
I msged you but no reply. What la kan... but nvm. i got used to it already. Woit...if you're reading this, meet me. Your pressie collecting dust in my bag.

Aiyah..

I dunno what im thinking. Something happened half an hour ago. But... im stoned la. Dunno wad im feeling. Haiz. Mcm siak gitu.

I'm sorry ok? It wasn't your fault. I was being kiddish. Immature. Don't be sorry about us. Be sorry that my childish acts were the reasons for the split. I was a mistake to be with in the first place. Argh...I dunno. I shouldn't talk about this. It brings back stuff i don't want to remember BUT i want to talk about it. It's the only connection i feel to you. The only time when i know that i was actually a part of your life. Gosh, what am i saying? I was a part of your life. I'm not now.

I tried. Really I tried. Argh...whatever. That letter was lame and i'll always be kiddish and lame in your eyes. I'll never be good enough. When will i ever?

Still believing that you'll walk through my door,
Yanee

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