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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.

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{ Saturday, February 14, 2009 }

Today's Valentine's Day has been better than last year's. (: For pictures please go to woman's blog or Facebook LOL.


Anyways, going back to Buddy was great (: HAHA, we ralised we havent been back there for 6 months! TSK. We had fun (: LOL.


Anyways, what is love? LOL. Philosophical question. Love, some say its just a word. Some try to buy love. Some try to possess love. Some are obsessed with love, some cant be bothered with love. What is love?


Love blinds. Love huts. Love leaves people in the happiest of minds but cuts worse than being pierced by a pin a million times. Love, its something everyone wants yet some of us push it way. Some of us waste it away. Some of us hide it inside us and never let it show. Some people want to embrace it but yet are afraid to do so.


Most of us? We go through life looking and searching for love when we never find it. We try to make love work, sparks fly. We try. And we fail. We fail multiple times.


Then comes a day like today. A day where couples go out and celebrate their love out in the open. For everyone to see. Then there are those who are single. Those who stay home and weep about previous love opportunities. Those who go out and try to be happy but seeing couples just make them cry. Or the worse few who wallow in self pity and whine about staying home alone on valentine's day, doing nothing. What's the point?


Love, its fluid. Who said love has to be between people of relationships? Love. Who came up with that word? I mean, imagine if hate meant love and love meant hate. Couples would tell each other I hate you. LOL. That would be interesting. Love, it messes with people's brains. Is it a chemical? I doubt it. Can it be expressed with roses or words? No it cant. Love, its a ord that's been thrown around worthlessly. Its no longer valued. The word love is like the word 'the'. Its been too commonly used. Love should be like a vulgarity. ONly used when you feel it. When you have the emotion for it. When you feel the passion for it. That's love.


My opinion anyways. Throw it away if you dont like it.


So yes, LOVE. Treasure it darlings (: Those who have it already or think they have it. LOL.


A shirt tucked out and your hands tucked in.
When dark things come calling, they want you to hear.
The sweet humming underground; sleeveless and tired.
A love type thing, a sure type thing.


Keep your ears wide open for the sound of the door.
If they want you, they'll take you, and that is for sure.
The sweet humming underground sleeveless and sore.
A love type thing, a sure type thing.
A love type thing, a sure type thing.
Oh it's a love type thing, a sure type thing.
Oh it's a love type thing, a sure type thing.


& that makes my heart flutter when I see you.




{ fin }