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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, October 27, 2009 }

Was late for class today ): I need to get back to sleeping early damn it.

Glenn's class was pretty fun I guess! Then went off to bukit timah plaza with most of the girls for KFC (: Reminds me all the time that this is what a class should be like. Anyway, it made me happy. Had to go back to school for meeting and then ended up sitting in the corner of the room on the floor writing my love song and now its done! Made some changes though. Heh.

OH, met matthew han at bllk 56! LOL. WHAT AN ASS SERIOUSLY.

Matthew: *rubs tits* MARIANNE! I'm waving. Why you never wave back?
Marianne: *rubs head* MATTHEW HAN! CAN I RUB HERE INSTEAD? XD
Matthew: Oh can luh. My there also have hair.
Marianne: WTHHHHH!
Matthew: Marianne! Are you nursing?
Me: No, I'm not nursing! XD
Matthew: They seem to have gotten bigger!

PS, our voice level on a scale of 1 to 10, with 1 being the softest and 10 being the loudest, was 10! I'm so not exagerrating and there;s like 100 people walking around there and waiting for the lift! XD Embarrassing luh wtf. I dont like discussing my assets so publicly -.- I turned back and guess what? The dude behind me was smirking. DIRTY PIECE OF DUNGGG. But yeah, nice seeing him again (: HAHA.

Brain & Behavior was pretty taxing. I wonder why its always after lunch ): All the blood's in my stomach and not my brain. OH, explains why I behave in such ways LOL. Mr Fred's voice is damn thunderous! I was seriously wondering if he could shut up for a bit cos it was so damn loud.

Came home and only managed to play my guitar for a bit before heading off for dinner and then Uncle Raymond's wake. Guess I almost cried when I heard that Aunty Rebecca drove to some place and cried her eyeballs out. DAMN SAD PLEASE. Well, at least he's with God now :D
Alright. Hopefully I get more rest tomorrow. My eyes can hardly stay open. Shitttt.

Buenas Noches Amigos. Adios!

& you and I in one ecstatic escapade (:



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