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Saturday, November 18, 2006, 12:58 AM
i came back from somewhere, my mom and bro were home, talking animatedly in the kitchen.. so i went inside my room to change i think, the moment i entered the lights went off.. then i saw a shadow pass me from behind, i turned and walked out of the room, the lights went on again, then i entered and the lights went off again.. i went to the kitchen, pretty much freaked out, told my mom bout it.. she told me i was imagining thing and told me to go bathe.. next thing i know i was in the bathroom of my old flat staring at the mirror.. then i saw someone walk past me in the mirror, behind me... looking closer, i saw it was my dad.. so i turned to face him.. he gave me a look.. the look i'll never forget.. then he said he was going to leave, and never come back.. at that point i started crying, alot of feelings going through me... then he told me to tell my mom that he was going to malaysia, with them.. then he just fazed through the door, apparently to take a last look at my mom and bro... then he came back to see me.. i was already crying like hell, then we hugged.. i was thinking at that point of time, how we stopped bonding as i grew up, how i rarely talked to him, how i hardly went out with him anymore, how he hardly see my nose these days... then i told him even though i never talked to him, even though we hardly hanged out as a family.. then before i could say it.. he interupted saying he loved me very much.. then he went, through the wall.. it was like some indo drama, i pulled the only body part i could see that wasnt through the wall yet, his hand, before i let him go.. then came that fucking feeling of regret... i woke up then.. and i was crying.. and i ponder on how i let him go before i could say how much i loved him, no matter how much i hate his guts for getting me a stepmom.. i told mom the dream just now.. and i cried again.. |
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