Dream

I have thrown my resignation letter on my boss' desk, and he accepted with no hint of hesitation. Two months from now, I will be in a new place, harboring my dream to be someone I have dreamt many years before.

This is the last 2 months for you to see the fair skin that covers my whole body. This September, I may look like Dayang Senandung.

This is my American dream.

Comments

@rep said…
welcome to OC
22:22
Zubaidah Arshad said…
Arep, take this as a bewilderment out of curiosity instead of indecent gesture for a reader like you.

Most of the times, your comments are deviated from the main course, suggesting that your lack of understanding in the subject matter.

I like readers who are trying to communicate with the writer interactively, weaved with a few jokes in between the line, but your comments are nonsense most of the times.

What ever it is, I appreciate your presence over here.

Best regards,
ZA
12:37
@rep said…
manque de compréhension de l'objet. c'est juste un blog, ce n'est pas un document académique. la prochaine fois, je viens de lire

merci


p/s : kekwat kann
21:19
Zubaidah Arshad said…
aiyo sentap katanya. Siap tulis dalam french

*sujud*
08:24
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