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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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{ Thursday, June 11, 2009 }

Sometimes it pays off to put your pride aside.

I feel adult-ish. I apologised for the first freaking time in my life and it wasn't hard. Why is it so hard to apologise for mistakes we've done? I dont know. I think its called pride and I have shit loads of it. But one apology goes so far so yeah.

Anyways, hang out with Shawn Lee Xue Ying, Hui Mui and my dearest girl, Wan (: HEH.

Ended up eating with wan and meeting her friends! Oooh. HAHA.

I'll try to change. I'm not saying I will. I said I'll try. No promises.

Time spent with Wan makes me wanna go learn my guitar better. And sing better HAH. I love that girl though :D First time we hang out for the whole freaking day! HAHA. Meet up soon man. Oooh, she finally got her Sam Sparro, heh. Least I can do since I didnt get you a birthday pressie (:

Oooh, for those who dont know, I just ran from home for a while yesterday. I ran and ran and cried without bothering about the jogging guy or the families around me. LOL. How embarrassing. But yeah, at least I got to watch cars drive by in the night :D



& Automatic Loveletter is the love (:



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