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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. }

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{ Thursday, May 8, 2008 }

I'm deciding that today's the day for an update on life. Since I'm freaking free in the library. Yea man, blogging from school. Coolios!

Anyways, past few days have been pretty fine. I'm learning to survive everything. Essays, more or less done. 2 Essays that I definitely dont think I'll get good grades for ): There goes my good english. Out the freaking window. School has been great I guess. Classes are still rather boring but my dearest classmates makes life so much more interesting for me.

Pikachu who has been missing from my life has suddenly and miraculously appeared in front of me in the atrium once again. It's a shocker! But yea, pikachu was with some mysterious girl. Not the usual group of friends huh. Hmmmmmmmmmmmm. Thunderbolt Pikachu and make Pikachu die. Pikachu had a bow tie today. OMG, that's damn cute lah. Which human being puts on a bow tie nowadays?

TEMPORARY HAPPINESS. YOU KNOW SHE'LL NEVER REPLACE.

Anyway, I've been staying up late, late, LATE just to complete homework. NOT. I'm not that hardworking. I've been staying up because I cant sleep. Every corner there's a memory. I refuse to keep everything in a box and put it in some drawer. So everything's everywhere. Truth be told, I sleep with the photo album under my pillow. Occasionally I hug my it to sleep. I know I have great friends around me. Life isn't that hard to live. But still it seems hard.

INTPSY tutorial was interesting today. Why is the topic of gays and lesbians so hot in the class? I really wonder. Gays socialise better with females? Perhaps. Seems quite true. Does environment affect whether someone turns out to be a gay or lesbian? I doubt so.

Mommy Rozie made my day today (: She smsed me to ask me how's school. SO SWEEEET!! She's gonna be her own boss soon! HAHA. NICE.

It seems all of these words couldn't be further from the truth
How did I get here? What did I do?
Your eyes, telling me lies
And making me find myself

While you have your agenda, a life to pursue
So please,
Let me be free from you.
And please, let me be free
I can face the truth.

I'm blind to all of your colors
That used to be rainbow then
My eyes, where did they go to?
Why disappear?

It's hard to be all alone
I never got through your disguise
I guess I'll just go, and face all my fear

So please,
Let me be free from you
And please, let me be free
I can face the truth.

Put down your world
Just for one night
Pick me again

So please,
Let me be free from you
And please, let me be free
I can face the truth

I really dont get it. It's not like I wanna miss you. I just do. Every part of you. Everything just keeps coming back. What happened from day one till the end of everything. It's just not right. What you said and what you did in the end just isn't the same. I keep asking why but it's not working. I'm dying to have you back in my life. I want you back, really.


{ fin }