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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

{ Wednesday, June 18, 2008 }

I'm still alive (: Believe it? LOL. BIG thank you to my darling SIEWYI!! I'm sooo mssing her already. She's all the way at Maaysia I think. ): RAH, come back safely okay? :D

Today has been a pretty horrible day. As usual, last night I didnt sleep much once again. 4am to 6am. Was busy writing and drawing. Anyways, today. Woke up at 6am and stayed in bed till 8am. Got out of bed and straight away my heart sank. I dreamt about us again. Its really no fun. ): I forgot what the dream was about but I was happy. My mom took the day off to "bring me out". Guess where she brought me to? CITYLINK & after that worse still, BUGIS! HAHA. How dead does she want me to be? So we were at Citylink and Raffles City and guess who I saw?




PIKACHU!!! HAHAHAHAH! XD At comic something shop. Cute right. Looks fake luh. HAHAS. Pikachu, oh Pikachu, where art thou?

Well, ate Tako balls at bugis junction. YUMMY!! And yes, I still get all the mayo all over my mouth. Good thing they come with souviets. So my mom likes it too! LOL. I'm not i the mood ofeating though. I didnt have much for dinner. 2 mouthfuls of rice and that's it. I didnt feel like buying anythig at allas well. I bought a bra and new perfume. That's it I guess. Nothing seemed nice to me. And as the day went on I just got more and more depressed for some reason or another.

You know it sucky it feels to want to see a person so badly but you dont wanna see that person either? Its just crazy. I'm being haunted by the past. And the present doesn't seem to want to let go either. So, here's a sneak peak of things I drew from 1am to 4am this early early morning. In the notebook.




AHAHA! I censored some parts ahhhh. SHHHH! (: You have, you know you have stolen my heart.

I also found this in my notebook. Something that should've been posted up long ago.

Things I try to push away,

Are things that seem here to stay.

I keep asking myself why,

The wound's not healing though I try.

Try so hard to make it cure,

Rubbing salt to make it pure.

Things in my head just get out of hand,

They're just not going as I had planned.

I wish I'd forget the past and move on,

But it seems the past keeps coming back to haunt.

Continuously tortured by these thoughts,

I wish somthing or someone could make it hault.

Its stupid lah. It really is. I'm thinking of changing my blog address again. I think I shall, so goooooodbye (: I shall change my email address as well. For real this time. FOR REAL.



{ fin }