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Sunday, November 15, 2009

Whenever I close my eyes
I will have a dream
Whenever I went to my cosy bed
I will have the very same dream
They are not nightmares
They are sweet
And I could even drop tears abut them

They are about the home I left
About how I joked with MAK
How she happily slap me with happiness
How I forced hugging MAK
How I saw MAK sweet smile

I've been thinking
Maybe either I miss MAK
or I miss my homegrown home
I really miss MAK
I wanna go home this one fine day
and APOLOGISE
Which sorry is the hardest word to say...

Any1 read this blog, pls tell MAK that I neva hated her, neva eva I forget about her.
Tell her I miss her so much and kept on dreaming about her and even sometimes i dream about Abah too.
"I LOVE YOU MAK"

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