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{ Dreamer }
Definition:

1. a person who dreams.

2. a person who lives in a world of fantasy; one who is impractical and unrealistic.

3. a person whose ideas or projects are considered audacious or highly speculative; visionary.
{ Marianne }

The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return.
It was always you.

{ Past. }

January 2008 February 2008 March 2008 April 2008 May 2008 June 2008 July 2008 August 2008 September 2008 October 2008 November 2008 December 2008 January 2009 February 2009 March 2009 April 2009 May 2009 June 2009 July 2009 August 2009 September 2009 October 2009 November 2009 December 2009 January 2010 December 2011 January 2012 February 2012 March 2012 April 2012 May 2012 July 2012 October 2012 January 2013 March 2013 July 2013 August 2013 January 2014 September 2014 January 2015 July 2015

{ Saturday, March 22, 2008 }

I have started drawing again. I said to myself when I bought the sketchbook that I'll make one piece for everyone who's changed my life in a BIG way. And I said that each person would only get ONE.


Well, you broke the record cos I've sub consciously created 2 art pieces for you. Which sucks. I'd be lying if I said I dont miss you because I do. We've decided to totally lose contact once again. I sort of came across something on friendster that I'm not really happy with but hey, what can I do? You're not mine anymore or rather, you were never mine. Anyways, things just had to go this way huh.


You're first present to me. It still has ink, it's still a little dirty and it still reminds me of you.

You're last present to me. Physical anyways. The necklace from couple lab.

Margarita that twin bought me when I was depressed about you. And the wire from my laptop which I twisted unknowingly to form an 'I'.

So my mom just opened the swiss chocolate you bought for me together with the necklace during christmas. XD I'm keeping the box. CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT? I'm mad.

Anyways, what did I give you? Famous Amos cookies in a heart shaped box. A self-made photo frame. A wallet. Gummies. Maltesers. And about 50 hand-written notes telling you how much I felt for you. And if you did stay overnight at my place on 14th Jan, everything.

"Hey, just reached office. Thanks for everything. Dont really have to buy actually but anw thanks for all you've done for me. Hope you find someone who really loves you more than I do. And you'll find your happiness. Most of all, turn straight! You're a nice girl, thank you for loving me, thak you for the memories. I'll miss you. Study hard uh. Once again, thank you. I really appreciate what you've done :) take care."



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