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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, April 19, 2008 }

Today, I woke up to the sms of my dearest SIEWYI at 6.25am!!! And I was like OMG because I'm late. So I rush rush rush and kind kind kind HM's father fetched us there! Thanks Uncle! (: Anyways, we reached and we went off to eat PRATA!! YUMMY okays. Cheese and mushroom prata. Super nice!!!! PLUS egg prata. My stomach was bursting after that.


THEN we proceeded to the toilet to *ahem* clear some stock and then we were comfortable and went off to see the RUGBY match!! WOOHOOO! I saw Ahtaf (Is that how the name is spelled?) hahahah! And we talked! HAven seen him in years. Okay, MONTHS. Then saw JJ RUGBY team. WOOTS. LOL. So we watched, we screamed. And Winston, who happens to be the only reason why I woke up soooooo early in the morning just to watch him play (LOL), got a laceration beside the eye and had to be sent in an ambulance to SGH!!! HAHAHA. Poor guy got 16 stitches! OUCH!


BUT guess what? WE WON!!!!!!! So after that print photos, uy clothes (!!!!) and then went home to my lovely home. And spent hours clearing my room till now. I'm super tired. And my brain wont stop working and my heart feels ________________________ dunno how to describe.


And in case you dont notice how retarded I look, here's one that explains all.


Losing you is like living in a world with no air. You seem happy, and that's great. I just miss you, that's all.


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