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

Tuesday, August 15, 2006

I feel it coming. The flu. Shit. Please please don't. I have oral on thursday and there is absolutely no way that i can survive thru the examination with sneezing, runny nose and a hoarse voice. It's bad enough that i'm the one of only three to go in the first group, not the flu please. Pwetty pwease? *blink blink*

I need Strepsil. I need sleep. I need sleep. I need someone oh so fuckable.

Oh so fuckable~!
And no, it's not you, Yong Zhen.

So be gentle, I bruise easily
Yanee

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