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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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{ Monday, December 7, 2009 }

School's alright today (: Was superbly early in school. Anyway, the girls bought things back from Cambodia! So sweet of them! Thanks lovelies! :D Really love the keychain but Juliet said its kinda fragile so I'm gonna hang it at home XD

Lunch was pretty fun I guess. Talk, talk and talk about nothing in particular. OH, and Nisha's teen fiction book is seriously like the book of my life 2009. LOL. Tsk.

Anyway, another 2nd time that not many people were asleep for Fred's class but this time he lost most of us 3/4 way through the tutorial.

Went home with Nisha, Sarali and Cindy and Faith (: Gossip gossip! OH! Met XUEQI at the bus stop! Hahah, my long-time-no-see guitar buddy! :D

Came home and watched tv! Something I feel like I havent done in a while. Then went out for dinner.

Came online and J was online but we didnt talk not until about an hour ago. LOL. Today's weird. Haha, no song exchanging. Just alot of talking about things, which is pretty awesome I guess. Good to know we can carry out proper conversations besides just songs and umbrellas -.- But yeah (:

You know how I keep telling myself I'm not good enough? That puts me in a lose-lose situation doesn't it? Like the more I think about it, the more I think about what to say, the more I feel like I'm messing up.

So why think about her? When what I can change is myself right? So yeah, I'm not gonna bother about the other side. I'll concentrate on mine. Make it a win-win situation (:

He showed me a smiley. After all, I'm aiding him in using his gift!

So, I'm gonna put the other party out of sight, out of mind for now. He's a friend.

So start of the conversation I keep overthinking what to say to him and I think he kind of felt it? Haha, but now its fine and we're back to sending songs.

Brandi Carlile - The Story
All of these lines across my face
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I've been
And how I got to where I am
But these stories don't mean anything
When you've got no one to tell them to
It's true...I was made for you

I climbed across the mountain tops
Swam all across the ocean blue
I crossed all the lines and I broke all the rules
And baby I broke them all for you
Oh because even when I was flat broke
You made me feel like a million bucks
You do and I was made for you

You see the smile that's on my mouth
It's hiding the words that don't come out
And all of my friends who think that I'm blessed
They don't know my head is a mess
No, they don't know who I really am
And they don't know what I've been through like you do
And I was made for you...

All of these lines across my face
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I've been
And how I got to where I am
Oh but these stories don't mean anything
When you've got no one to tell them to
It's true...I was made for you
Oh yeah and its true, that I was made for you

& its true; I was made for you (:


{ fin }