L I Y A N A' S . S E C R E T S


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.MY NAME.
Aimiliyana Shamsuddin

.BIRTHDAY.
15th December 1982

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Saggitarius

.I AM....
An obsessive compulsive who relish in organized mess, with a creative imagination and gets highly excited about purple monkeys.

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Saturday, August 13, 2005
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Dream Dissected

Mood: Relishing a dream I had....

What is in a dream?

I dreamt of a certain someone last night.. Parts of it I can't seem to remember but mainly the person was there. I don't think of the person [from now on I shall refer him as Nikon (penatlah type 'that person')] in the day, but why does Nikon engulf my subconsciousness? Nikon seems so real.. the shirt, the hair, the smile..

I just had a thought that I am dreaming of Nikon because Nikon is thinking about me.. thats why Nikon's subconscious being managed to find the way to meet my subconscious being..

Or is it because Nikon is so deeply set in me that I'm always thinking of Nikon?

I just can't seem to shake Nikon off. But frankly, I do miss Nikon.

And in the silent movie dream, parts that I can remember, are the places we went. The first date we went to. Just walking and talking. I remember the tickling. funnily enough I can still smell the ciggarettes Nikon smoked.

Is it possible to smell things in a dream? But ironically, even though there are conversations, I can't hear a thing. Only feelings swirled like glittering wasps of crystals..

I suddenly have this urge to kiss Nikon.

If I knew my last kiss was my last, I would have kissed longer and not let go...