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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

{ Tuesday, May 12, 2009 }

Today I embarrassed myself twice.

1st time was when I screamed when I ALMOST stepped on a cockroach.
2nd time was when I said "YES!" after running to put my bag on the chair in Makan Place, behaving like a true Singaporean.

So yes, Marianne is retarded.

Ending the day with coming out of the toilet and seeing Derek and gang is considered to be the worst way to end. Tsk tsk. STARE SOME MORE, I DIG OUT YOUR EYEBALLS. LOL.

I am going to VIETNAM. Trust me. HAHA. I'mma going (: My mom allows.

I'm starting to wonder if its all worth it; but it does keep me going back.

Glass Pear - My Ghost
Lovers come and lovers go,
Once they live but now they ghost,
Walking the streets they used to know like shadows.
People disappear every hour and every year,
Sometimes I believe theyre here like shadows,
Like shadows.
Who can you trust,
In this place,
And whom can i put my faith,
If youre real, then show me now,
Who you are.
How can I love, without grace,
Shine a light on your face,
If youre real, then show me now
Who you are!
Blowing like a secret wind,
Pouring on my naked skin,
Like a river flowing in the ocean.
And when I turn to see your face,
I saw a joy I could not place,
Vanishing without a trace,
Like a shadow in the sun.
Who can you trust,
In this place,
Where can I put my face,
If god is love, then why the world the way it is.
How can I love, without grace,
Shine a light on your face,
If youre real then show me now,
Who you are!

Whooooooooooo
Whoooooooooooooooooo
Whoooooooooooo
Whoooooooooooo
whoooooooooooooooooo

My ghost

& as it is; I'm clueless.


{ fin }