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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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{ Monday, March 2, 2009 }

Hello world (:

Marianne Chan is getting her electronical shit repaired XD.

My lappy is back to its hometown; MSI FACTORY! HAHA.

So today I planned out my day properly and so far I'm sticking to it (: LOL. I'm PLANNING eh. For the first time. Anyways, woke up and watched Jason Vid the one that I bought the DVD Live at Eagles Ballroom or something. Damn nice luh. He's so inspirational. Like he has a reason for every single thing he does. Like his rooster tattoo and shit. HE'S AMAZING. OMG 3 DAYS!!!!! ARGHHH!

Then I went to bathe and off to Lot 1 to buy Paulo Coelho's Eleven Minutes from Sans Bookshop. Secondhand books at damn good quality (: $14. WHOOPEE. So worth it. Anyways, then I went to sunshine to get DUCK RICE. Ate while watching Lipstick Jungle. Only because there was nothing else to watch. HAH.

And now I'm here and after I'm done with this, I'm off to read my beautiful amazing book :D

And I'm loving my new phone (:

OH YES, this is what I wanted to type.
Stop trying to predict what I'm doing at every second of my life because you dont know a thing about me. So leave me alone because you are this close to pissing me off damn badly. Seriously. I mean you dont even know me. Do I look like a girl who goes shopping every single day? Get a life dude. I'm not typical everyday girl. So leave me alone because I'm not what you're looking for okay. Go away.

"When we meet someone and fall in love, we have a sense that the whole universe is on our side. I saw this happen today as the sun went down. And yet if something goes wrong, there is nothing left! No herons, no distant music, not even the taste of his lips. How is it possible for the beauty that was there only minutes before to vanish so quickly? Life moves very fast. It rushes us from heaven to hell in a matter of seconds."
- Paulo Coelho: Eleven Minutes

& see if I'm falling, falling apart for you.


{ fin }