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MIYAVI, my hero.
He changed my life, he cleaned me up, he found my heart like only HE can. He made me discover myself, he's my drive, my inspiration, my voice, my soul, my song, my heart, my hero. ♥ I don't think I can ever have built a passion and found a dream if I had never found him. He makes my day each time, and every song he has written is etched in my mind, my heart and my soul. I am very protective of this man because I don't like people making fun of whoever it is that has left an impact in my life. He is all I need right now to keep me going to achieve my dreams. And don't be jealous that a guy in magenta nail polish can get more chicks than you.

GERARD WAY, the first.

He is undeniably an awesome person with a wonderful personality. He is always all-smiles and not forgetting he has a lovely smile. Whoever fails to love this man fails so much, because they are definitely blind. I knew him before I knew Miyavi, and he did the first few jobs to straightening my life out before handing it all over to him. He got married to someone else already, but I am happy for him, of course I am (: He has been the bestest there is for the past 2 years I was obsessed over him.

BILL KAULITZ, my porcupine.
Bill makes awesome music and he, although young, is very talented and expressive. Miyavi is more expressive than he is, but hey! Bill just turned 19, and he definitely has a long way to go. He earned success through hard work and diligence, and for that, I love him to bits. He hasn't really done anything to change my life, but he's wonderful nonetheless. And yes, it's a he. A guy who happens to have long hair so you people think he's a girl. A guy whose face is effeminate and prettier than all you other guys out there. You're just jealous that a guy in black nailpolish can earn more chicks than you, just like Miyavi.

WILLIAM BECKETT, my laughing gas.

He's cute, I know. He's funny, even more. He's tall, has a great smile, wonderful personality, great sense of humor, wonderful singing voice, he's so... wow. I am not in love with him, but I pretty much look up to him and his group of friends, which includes oddities like Chislett, Mike Carden, Sisky and The Butcher to always make me feel better on days I'm feeling quite blue. They never fail to slap a smile onto my face because they are awesome and funny like that. Whoever has not seen these guys in action, but go and watch them ASAP because they. are. the. shiz. Great humourous bunch of people, who make awesome music as well. Who can't possibly love them!?

JOE JONAS, satisfaction
People who know me well, know damn well I do not like this guy. I don't even like him now, I'm just in this for the thrill. So yea, I don't hate him as much as I used to, but I don't like him much either. But, I'll have you know he's a damn good kisser and I should know, yes, I should know. And his saliva tastes like cherry/mint. No, don't even ask. Oooo, scandalous. And I just thought that after everything that happened, he deserved at least a mention for satisfying my lust.

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

Seriously getting annoying, you manbitch.

Okay, anywaaaaays, I have fallen in love with You Be The Anchor That Keeps My Feet On The Ground, I Be The Wings That Keeps Your Heart In The Clouds. Isn't that a long title? But I love the song so much I memorized. ♥ The song's like so slow, and touching, and something about the lyrics makes me feel so sad, and reminisce A LOT about everything back in Singapore. I don't know, I don't knooooow! I just love the song.

You Be The Anchor - Mayday Parade
Honestly I have been begging for answers.
That you and only you can give to me.
My voice crying loud.
I've been crying for days now.
And as I start to run I stop to breathe.

(I was nearly scared to death)
And I was nearly scared to death
(By what you left in paragraphs)
By what you left in paragraphs.
(The words were nearly over as)
The words were nearly over as
You stopped and turned and grabbed your bags.

I'll be here by the ocean just waiting for proof that there's sunsets in silhoutte dreams.
While my sandcastles fall like the ashes of cigarettes and every wave drags me to sea.
I could stand here for hours just to ask God the question,
"Is everyone here make believe?"
With a tear in his voice he says,
"Son that's the question. Does this deafening silence mean nothing to no one but me?"

As hours move to minutes.
And minutes take longer to break.
I will be desperately waiting while my tongue will fall apart.
And we have been sitting here for hours alone and in the dark.

So let me think of how to word it.
Is it too soon to say perfect?
If I could find another 30 minutes somewhere, I'm sure everything would find me.
All that's left is just to sing;

I'll be here by the ocean just waiting for proof that there's sunsets in silhoutte dreams.
While my sandcastles fall like the ashes of cigarettes and every wave drags me to sea.
I could stand here for hours just to ask God the question,
"Is everyone here make believe?"
With a tear in his voice he says,
"Son that's the question. Does this deafening silence mean nothing to no one but..."

And you sing to me sweet until then
I may never sail Virginia again.
And as these currents move slow for me, this much you must know, we'll meet again.
And El, I'll have you know I'm scared to death.

Tell me once again.
That you will love me till the death and should I die you swear you will come for me.
As I fade away,
You reach out your arms.

(Please don't let me go.)
Please don't let me go.
(Please don't let me go.)
Please don't let me go.

I'll be here by the ocean just waiting for proof that there's sunsets in silhoutte dreams.
While my sandcastles fall like the ashes of cigarettes and every wave drags me to sea.
I could stand here for hours just to ask God the question,
"Is everyone here make believe?"
With a tear in his voice he says,
"Son that's the question. Does this deafening silence mean nothing to no one but me?"

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