Yeah,

He's nothing close to perfect,

but I ain't looking for perfection either.

Because the perfection I used to drool over,

will always be just another perfection - highly impossible.

I will still save some space for a little bit of perfection though,

but for now, this imperfection is more than okay.

Maybe I am giving it a shot. Hm.

Muse #1

Lykke Li-Possibility

Dear Diary.

Dear diary,

Shit happens. People messed up. 

I messed up, too.

And I'm sorry.

I just blurted those words out.

I'm sorry.

It's not really about your hair.

Or your mood swings.

Or who you're having lunch with.

Or even your attitudes.

I don't give a damn, really.

I love you the way you are.

It's just um, lately I've been feeling disconnected.

Disconnected from you.

It's like, we don't even whistle the same song anymore.

We no longer complete each other's sentences.

We no longer share silly giggles over silly jokes.

We no longer, em I don't know--connected?

I am understanding. Trying, really.

You have no idea how hard I tried.

But all we do now is giving each other hard times.

You're getting on my nerves, and I'm getting on yours.

Is it just me or did you notice too?

Why in the world do we did that to each other? 

Sigh.

Only god knows.

Hmm-

Perhaps it's the subtlest way to get each other's attention.

Oh perhaps, it is.

I don't know.

Sigh.

I miss just the whole concept of us, being us.

Well, frankly speaking.

I miss you.

.

Michael Buble's Save The Last Dance For Me.

Blame The Hormones.

Dear Mr. Future, I know you're out there. somewhere.

Out there with all the wrong girls, at the wrong place, and the wrong time.

I'd wait for you. Oh you know I would.

But there are moments like this. I really can't help it.

Empty moments like this when I could really use somebody.

Yeah. Just get your ass here soon.

Fourth 'Super-Something' July!

This happens 366 days ago.

It took place in the heart of the city.

The atmosphere is somewhat irksome, 

yet amusing at the same time.

People pushes through, making their way.

On the background, music's blasting real loud.

Sweats. Sweats. Sweats--everywhere.

This bunch of kids were there too.

Queasy smiles, and returned handshakes.

The familiar noise.

With unfamiliar faces

"Shit."

"Shit."

The music blares again, louder.

"This actually sounds good."

"Yeah, feel like joining the crowd?"

"Sure."

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And the rest is history.

They sing.

They dance.

They collide.

As a matter of fact, today is the 366th day.

They've been a bunch of buddies ever since.

Crime partners. Laughing machines. Music mates. You name it.

Three hundred sixty six days and counting. 

p/s: dudes & dudettes sekalian, thanks untuk 04072009. 

kita memang super-something jyeah!  ♥

Time Is Running Out.

Three days left, and I haven't packed a single shit.