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Thursday, September 21, 2006

It's 5.15 in the morning and I just woke up from yet another dream about you, My Sweet. It seemed so real, damn it, that when I woke up, your name pierced the drowsiness. The scene in my dream was so vivid.

Gosh. But in my dream, yeah it was like the present.

In my dream, you were walking around Marine Drive, when I saw you. You were the usual chirppy self, only thing was that I saw the usual thing. Then, I was s***ting myself and thrashing everything I saw, including getting into a fight with Nick for tauunting me.

Ah crap. When I wake up, nothing changes. I just wished I did not dream about you.

I don't know what happens in the future. When we go our different ways and, hopefully, meet at TP, I don;t know what my reaction will be. Only the future holds these answers. One thing is certain. Before I leave Bedok View, I will tell you my feelings.

When I woke up, it was the first time I shot awake after the drowsiness. Usually it's like "go back to sleep" but no.

Torment in my dreams. Unsettling as it is, I still have to wake up.

To school then for exams.

=( Girl, Everlasted.

Carrying your name, close to me.
5:34 AM