Dreamt of meeting Ili in London last nite.
She drove this kick-ass vintage car, bawak macam pelesit, then we got chased by cops in the streets of London.
Then we discussed about which coffee is the best (Ehem, Kopi Hang Tuah, terbayek)
And when back to her hostel where they were half naked guys running around in batik boxers.
And I turned and looked at her and said,
"Will either of us remember this dream when we wake up?"
Haha. Siap acknowledge that it is indeed, a dream.
And then I woke up to the familiar alarm sound of 'Sang Pemimpi' by Padi.
Maybe I just miss having her around. Darah Abadi feels incomplete. Sigh.
To Cik Ili,
Cepat pulangggg~~ cepat kembali, jangannn pergi lagi~~~
nota: just writing this down in an attempt to memorize this dream.