It's the first day of work today...
I actually worked till 8...
At 7.45pm, I didn't even realise it was late...
And there are many things to be done..
They are not really part of my job but I was just helping...
Because I know the following days, I will not be able staying to help her.
Tomorrow, clinic appointment.
Thursday, class.
Friday, Iris' farewell gathering.
Saturday, maybe over at PD.
Sunday, ???

I miss the most handsome boy badly...
I don't know if he ever walk pass me again but I know he is kinda busy with life.
A quick glance will help.

I'm going for the clinic tomorrow..
I hope it'll help..
Really...
Because I know looking at the handsome boy can't help...
Because I know the handsome boy will never walk into my life...
Because I know the handsome boy will never never talk to me!!!

How much I know?
Very much.
Because I know I'm like a faulty IC... causing problems here and there.

If the handsome boy ever talk to me...
I'm willing be vegatarian on new moon and full moon day.
I'm willing to wash people's plate after dinner for life.

I appreciate life because it is given.
I blink my eyes when I see illusion.
I cherish the special moments in life and chase after the dream.
I dance in the dream with the Prince.
I enjoy the dream when I see only the Prince.
I find all ways to fall asleep to be with the Prince.
I giggle before I sleep because I know there is a dream.
I hope for the best dream.
I inspire myself in the dream.
I join my hands together for the deepest thoughts and praying.
I kneel down for the sincerity in me to look for the dream.
I love the moment and the way Prince smiles in the dream.
I move closer to the dream each day.
I need the air for breathing because I want to live on and dream again.
I organise for the best to make myself prepared enough for the dream.
I pamper the Prince in each of the dream.
I queue for the dream each of the day.
I remember the dream with the Prince and his smile & laughter..
I share the best thing in me to cherish the Prince.
I take a deep breath before the dream starts.
I understand what makes dream not come true.
I visual the life like a dream.
I wonder the fun of life being like a dream.
I (e)xperience the best in the dream.
I yell when the dreams is going further and further.
I zoom nearer and the dream ends.

It takes me very very long to write the above.
I'm so clueless because I want to remember what I had in dreams...
But I just can't help.

Without the Prince in the dream again, I may focus on the Handsome boy that I will never see again.
Life is like a dream.
I wish to dance with the Prince again and I would play a song that never, ever end.