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Monday, August 31, 2009
267: This crush ain't going away.

My days went pretty well I guess except yesterday cause I didn't get to see Anberlin. Thanks to everyone who has made that happen. Sigh! Friends remain as escapism of all unwind complications. Thank you for hearing my every serious issue and awful whinings.

I feel like catching myself realising that beautiful words from a special someone would successfully make the start of a happy day. That would be the moment when I know this special someone would increase the number of my hearbeats every second.

But sometimes I think my feelings shouldn't be the main concern. Sometimes letting your mind control your heart would be the best opinion to avoid problems. I want to start setting priorities right. As you can see I'm still struggling to fit in this demanding life which requires unlimited tolerance. In other words, I'm still confused and clueless.

I believe that if it's meant to be, it will naturally or even magically happen and it's no use pushing it too hard. Meanwhile, take this sad song and make it better. Play it with more passion and soul. But for now, the drummer would conquer this fantasy of mine.

Maybe someday I'll be the most beautiful girl in his thoughts. He'll stare into my eyes and we'll exchange words we certainly meant. And he shall rule my entire world now til end.

But then again life is no cinderella story for a girl like me. The drummer is like this star I know I can never reach but it is what I always wanted. I know who I am and who am I compared to the other girls. They're all very attractive. Everyone wants an attractive lover, yes? And sadly I'm far from attractive.