Till I met Non..like..have you ever dream?

Legand..I love legand. Ehm..did I get the spelling right? Like, excuse me? Are you a grammer teacher? What is this? Third grade?
So anyway..Cat’s left and I am stuck with a whole new dream. Not to mention the one that I have in my hand. A dance drama based on a legand..now like, how do you dance through a legand? Still, how much do you need to produce a play? And more importantly, do I want to take that kind of risk? Fine, writing is easy..I’m practically done already..as for the stage design..like, excuse me? what is this? Drama 101? Jeez..Like I’ll like to kill myself on opening night..go figures..
So, anyway, just as I was about to get into it..Non peeped in.
“Ad..bad news..I can’t get sponsors for our play. I pitch it as well as I can..I used all the cd and stuff..people are just not into it..at least not now..so..I’ll see what else I can do..okay?”
Sigh..oh well..life goes on I guess..and dreams..trust me children..dreams don’t die..unless you kill it yourself..so you never know..afterall, you might just get an invite from me..one of these days..
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“Lagenda Siti Zubaidah..”
so sue me..I can dream...can’t I?