yours truly,
xoxoxo.


MohammadHanif
Like most blogs, this blog has been misused as an open diary for the public to view. And as usual, this blog will either contain my random thoughts, something happy or fucked up. And thats Liyana. I love her alotlot :D
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Dreaming, Visions of You.
Sunday, September 21, 2008
I just woke up from a heart-breaking dream, like the one from P.S. I Love You. The feeling was like as if it was our last day together. You were there with me by my side, we held hands and i managed to give you a last kiss on the cheek. I did something for a while and realised you were gone. It took me some time to realise you were gone. I panicked knowing that this would be the last time I would see you. I tried calling you, but my hands are all panicky. I got the third call correct. A weird dial tone came up, but no one picked up. Just as I was about to call you again, the real world wants me back. Slowly i feel my real body, lying on the bed. My hand was by my ear as if i was holding a handphone. Then reality hit me. It was a dream. The first dream of this kind that I've had. The feeling i had when I woke up just can't be explained. Its like at the end of the dream, it makes me feel I'm all alone. She was never there in the first place. Haizz. isly.
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