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*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

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:: liyana ::
:: arfin ::
:: zak ::
:: naz ::
:: jason ::
:: monkey ::
:: wei tin ::
*hunts *

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:: hotmail ::
:: friendster ::
:: deviantart ::
:: tickle ::
:: youtube ::





Tuesday, April 03, 2007

Entry written on 1st April

I am so bored stiff right now. But hell, it's okay. At least i've got G's lappy to keep my company.

Gah I had a really bad day today. >:(

Is it so friggin difficult for a father to provide just the minimal that he friggin can without blowing his top?! If you can't be someone i can call my dad, then don't, for goodness sake! You expect respect from me, when you don't give that bit of respect i deserved to have as a person. If financially, you're tight... (i really would like to know how financially tight you are, considering you don't provide for the family in any major way) then i might understand your situation. But heck, it doesn't let you to wash your hands off and get pissed at the smallest favour that Mum asks.

Sometimes, i wonder if you really care at all for Mum. I don't mind you not caring for me, (I'm used to your absence anyway) but please, your ignorance and ego totally puts Mum in a more difficult position than she already is.

If you could only be the person i can look up to... the father i can respect and love, wouldn't that clear half of the problems we have?

Grrrr... Let's drop this topic. I'm gonna be so fucked up by the time i'm done with all i have to say.


I am now warming my already-warmed butt at GJ, i don't know why i ended up here. I wanted to survey around for a PSP but looks like that have to wait till another day. Oh i'm gonna be on a two month leave from work so that i can concentrate on school. Somehow, i'm a bit relieved that i can get a quick break (2 months gonna zip by very fast, i tell you) so at least i can rest and take my mind off some stuff. :) On the other hand, i don't want to leave... Not cos i totally dig the job, just that i've made good friends and all.

You know, when you make new friends, you wouldn't know where all the heart-to-heart talks, jokes and thoughts would lead. But when you delve deeper and deeper into the friendship, you might just cross this imaginary line between friend and something more than a friend... And maybe you might not even notice it but there's subtle little changes in the way you behave around that somebody. Then you do the best you can to not feel that way cos you know you just can't. Just can't.

But you want to.

Now how do you deal with that?





Call me old fashion but when you love someone, I think you should be unselfish enough to give whoever you love, whatever they want.
Yanee

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