I'm not Tired of Dreaming

♣=I'm not tired of Dreaming=♣



I dream of him again.

this time i know he was their
but he is just looking at me.
looking from a distance.


the dream was something i dream of doing( i think)

the story goes this way:

venue: Combination of a school and the
kisolon market.
time: High school, i think, because we are wearing
high school uniform.


I was back in Philippines. I think I'm somebody's daughter
that come home from abroad for good.
their something like a amazing race going on and I'm the best participant
on the game because my team wins.

I can see in the corner of my eye that he was looking at me
*gosh...!!! i was stupid to wish that he would talk to me.*

And the game was over, then i realize that my dad was planning a fiestival
in our small town. I help him set up the flayers and other things.

then, some popular bands came over to perform.
my dad is worried because he cant find an MC to lead the
whole performance.
luckily I'm around so I become the MC.

I'm seeing my self in the stage. wearing shorts and strapless top.


*i never wear shorts and strapless in public*

then the vocalist of the band ask if i were cold then i answered no and he laugh
because I'm not cold and its raining.

then i can feel him somewhere in the audience, looking at me
with his eyes full or regret.