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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, May 21, 2009 }

Everything about today's been bittersweet.

For those who dont know, I'm ruining it for you.

KRIS ALLEN WON AMERICAN IDOL AND I DONT CARE COS ADAM LAMBERT ROCKS TOO! SO WHOEVER WON I DONT CARE. THEY'RE BOTH AMAZING.

So bittersweet cos I wanted Lanbert to win. And you know why he didnt win? Its probably because he's GAY and people dont want a GAY american idol. TSK. HAHA.

Okay, I'm gearing up for later on (:

I awoke from a dream today of Ice again. Not the same dream but a different one. We were hanging out LOL. Yes, hanging out and we went to Giant at my place to get some stuff and I piggy backed Ice all the way back home. Carl Jung, INTEPRETE THAT. HAHA. Oh wells.

So yes, later on should be fun :D WHOOPEE.

So here's something I wrote last night. I'm calling it 'Counting Stars'.

Your voice; it keeps me awake.
Your words; makes my soul shake.
You make me wanna stay up all night;
Counting stars shining bright.

I feel alive; once more.
I've never felt; so sure.
This bursting of colours;
Erupting emotions.
No one else comprehends;
How you and I blend.
So fill me up once more;
With the colours you outpour.

Your touch; it warms my heart.
Your beat; throbs in my blood.
You make me wanna stay up all night;
Counting stars shining bright.

Sweet sweet melody;
Never stray far from me.
You're my only form of pleasure;
My ultimate euphoria.
You're my addiction;
There's no need for jurisdiction.
The answers are so clear;
With you right here.

For all those speculating, nope. Its not about love between humans. Its about love for music. My love for music.

& my own personal brand of heroine.


{ fin }