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# 16

Tuesday, December 23, 2008 { 11:47 PM }

Second post of the day, but without a picture. Go under archives if you missed out the previous one. Must I keep telling you guys? Actually, no. I volunteered myself to say that.

So, I spent the afternoon sleeping. A very long one. I had a dream! Kind of weird, but touching. For me, it was. I was at the provision shop which was near to my house. Surprisingly, that shop sold different kinds of branded shoes! I was looking for a pair of school shoes. But how come in a provision shop? Dreams sure can get weird sometimes. Most of the times I can say. Then got this cute little boy came up to me. He complained to me that his mother kept scolding him. He cried and I carried him. He was so chubby and adorable. I think he was about three years old. His mother was inside the shop too, but I can't recall what she was doing at that point of moment. The little boy got glued to me. He didn't want to let me go. My boyfriend and surprisingly, Najib were in my dreams! I don't know what was their motive. But I know my boyfriend tried to apologize and he kept chasing after me, seeking for forgiveness. I have no any ideas why. I think Najib was only accompanying him. I then decided to follow the cute boy and his mother home since I felt sorry for him. The next scene was inside my room, but it was their room in my dreams. All of us watched the television together. I laid on the bed with the two of them. The boy got sleepy and I put him to bed. The boy sure was so cute and he made me feel touched. I woke up from my dreams after that. Usually, if adorable and sweet little kids get obsessed to me, I feel so touched. If only I have an adorable and quiet, not so active younger brother. I think I had that kind of dream maybe because I saw the three little boys during religious class just now. Speaking about religious class, I went to send two cute girls home with Nazimah and Jannah after class. Their father didn't pick them up, so we decided to send them home. Luckily, their house was just on the eighth level.

That's all for now. There's no need for you guys to read the next paragraph since it's only meant for someone special.

I'm sorry for asking too much all this while. I always think for my feelings first than anything else. I know I was being greedy, I asked too much from you. I sure did. I never thought about yours. I know that you're facing problems right now. But that doesn't mean that you must avoid me. How would I feel? You never want to tell me about what's happening. Instead, you left me alone. It was like as if you didn't care at all. You should be thankful that I made the first move. If I didn't make the first move, maybe we're still keeping quiet now. You must think about me too. I have feelings like you do. We used to say that we should overcome any obstacles together. But we're not. You left me alone, worrying, and hoping for you to look for me. I can always be there for you, anytime, in needs or when you need comfort. You just have to give me a chance. That's all. And things might get back to normal. I'll always love you, no matter how things turn out.