I love seeing those teeny-weeny headlights scattered in that velvet blanket.
I'm used to catching a glimpse when I feel muggy and sad.
Seeing them gives me a sigh of relief.
Then again, I'm back to reality.
The reality that morning's still coming
and that I have to chase all my troubles away....
Stars are patterned with dreams, right?
It's beacuse of its nocturnal context.
You see stars at night and dream of dreams at night.
makes sense?
I onced dreamed a lot.
Not mentioning the impossible.
It was my dream for the impossible to happen.
Then again, back to my bed,
tried to wipe the wet tears that stained my pillows...
Since a lass,
I dreamed of becoming a disc jock.
An actress, perhaps, but more like a musician.
I used radio antennas and perfume bottles as my microphone.
I recorded my voice and imitated what I hear over the radio.
It was frustrating for me because I thought I got no chance.
But to hell's surprise,
I made it and it's all beacuse of my STAR...
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