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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

{ Thursday, January 8, 2009 }

I think people tend to forget I have feelings and emotions too. Even my own family so what the hell do you want me to do huh. I still feel so freaking stifled. I'm tired. Nope, I'm exhausted. I'm stifled. For the first time I'm planning the next step. Yeah, APPARENTLY THERE WAS NO PLAN AT ALL.
Why doesnt anyone understand that its the circumstances its not that I dont want things to go the way its supposed to so I'm sorry if it doesnt go certain way. Nothing goes smoothly all the time. That's life. I'm used to it. That's EXACTLY why I dont give a damn about plans. Yea, I dont plan. I dont keep a freaking SCHEDULE where I put everything in and my mind driftsf from one land to the next. It never remembers dates or schedules. Plans. It does NOT remember plans. Yeah, AS IF I would rather not spend my time at Sentosa enjoying myself. AS IF I would not rather have dinner with woman. AS IF I dont have anything else better to do than ruin everyone else's plan for themselves and for me.
Yeah, I'm letting out steam because it really is damn irritating the whole day. THE WHOLE DAY. I dont show it but yea. I'm sorry, its not AS IF its so easy to embarrass yourself by falling in front of a whole big bunch of people and acting helpless and you know they all think you're pathetic. You try it and tell me how it feels. Well, guess what? You dont even wanna try it because you've got some high pride up in your brain. "So long and you did four people only?" WTF. You try it and tell me. I bet you wont even get one.
Okay, I feel better now. I'm going drinking soon. I think I need and deserve it. I'm sorry for the language but yeah. FLOWERY HUH. lol.
I guess cindy isnt the only one who wants this sem to just end. Cos if it doesnt end soon I might just go mad soon. Its over doing it.
Where the heck did my adventures go?
THANK GOD I HAVE CYA (: Really. I'm going drinking with Tarci and Matty :D YIPEEEE. I really think I deserve it.
And woman, its really okay. Its who you are so yeah (: Really. PEACE :D
Okay, enough. Anger must go NOW.
Just remember, even the most tolerant people have limits and you wont like it when the limit is reached.
And yes, honestly, this post is shit. So whatever. Its called words of hatred. LOL. I'm feeling wayyy better now.
& when I'm happy, you're sad. When you're happy, I'm happy. When I'm sad, you're happy. Its what I was willing to do for you and what you weren't willing to do for me.


{ fin }