The Perfect Man
... came to visit me in my dream this morning.
And then my mother push open the door of my room and pop my wonderous dream, shouting frantically whether do I have an extra Ezlink card.
I wasn't going to end the dream, but knew it's gone. So I pass my Ezlink card to her to stop her from grumbling continuously.
Shucks, the dream just pops like that.
And then my mother push open the door of my room and pop my wonderous dream, shouting frantically whether do I have an extra Ezlink card.
I wasn't going to end the dream, but knew it's gone. So I pass my Ezlink card to her to stop her from grumbling continuously.
Shucks, the dream just pops like that.
3 Comments:
Between dreams and nightmares, I actually prefer the latter as you feel sibeh sian when the good dream is better than Real Life :(
ya lor... It's better not to dream right? Only to realise that the perfection is naught :(
You two are weird. I don't care I want good dream. = P Whether or not it happens for real. Hey, it's still a good dream. = D
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