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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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{ Tuesday, August 18, 2009 }

Had a funny conversation with Isaac over sms. So today's title of the entry is dedicated to Isaac who warned me of someone who might be trying to woo me. LOL. Sorry no space.

Anyway, like I said. I want tall, dark, big eyes, dimples, nice personality, can sing and most importantly, HUMOROUS. Whoo, someone pops in my mind but yea. NAHHH.

I think studying has fried my brain. Seriously. I have a sore throat and I'm high on nothing. I swear I'm not even listening to Jason or Eric.

I want shoes.

You know the thing where you think you like someone then realise you dont and then go on to see the many flaws and then you go "THANK GOD I DIDNT GET WITH HIM/HER". Yeah, I'm having one of those moments because now I see how shallow you are, now I see how superficial you are and now I see how different you and I are. How you dont bother to put in any effort at all. I thought you're a giver too but guess what? You're a taker too. So goodbye taker. No more giving to you.

As for everything else, I feel like doing art and craft. Making something. And I feel like working. And I want my shoes.

Oh did I mention studying fried my brain? Do you see how random this post is? Anyway, I played alot of guitar today ): Which means I didnt study much but I did a recap on personality. So yes, not too bad I guess. Still on track. Now Carl Gustav Jung is staring at me. HAHA. HELLO SEXY.

I'm tired and all my talking buddies aren't online ): Like like ANDREW and and ADAM and and WAAAAN. Oh I slept really late again last night. Couldnt sleep so I just tossed and turned. Now I have a sore throat. Did I mention I wrote a song last night? Well, I did. Its about love. CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?! I gave it a go. Since all the other songs were sad and like love-less. RAH.

I am ranting. I want shoes. I want flare skirts. I want black stockings. I want dresses. I want shorts. I want long hair. I want acoustic guitar. I want Jason. I want Edward Scissorhands. I want shoes.

& dont upset the rhythm; no.


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