Thursday, October 16, 2003
they live in mauritius and go fishing everyday by their sandy beach tiki hut
HELLO!!!!
this is old, but feels good as new.
its the time of life where people are signing autograph books again.
a friend fiona teo who left us in primary 3, wrote in my book before leaving,
Xi Jie, i hope you will change your bad habit of going to the toilet.
obviously, i didn't take to her much.
and my autograph now?
(lets forget the friend thing)
favourite band: the beegees (i complied!! for once i listed only ONE thing!)
favourite song: no such thing, beyond the sea, build me up buttercup, soulful strut, dreams, walking on the sun, grease, pina coladas, killing me softly, at last, crazy little thing called love, sway, fever, elephant love medley and the fearful sounds of moulin rouge, saturday night fever, a summer place, L-O-V-E.
theres plenty more! i am a fickle creature!
KREACHER!!!!!!!!! i am actually reading book 5 again, because i have no others i feel like reading right now. the downside is that it gets SCARY, and i ONLY read it at night, so its rather horrid if anything remotely scary happens. like the boggart turning into dead people. or the appearance of umbridge. you see, when left to my own devices, i tend to daydream a lot. when i think of umbridge while sitting on my bed, i picture this woman coming towards me with her arms outstretched, and laughing evilly, and wanting to strangle me, and i jump and shudder inside!
the will has yet to be written!!!!!!!!!!!!! its at moments when i feel a great urge and want to write it, that i cant! and now when i have the time, i dont feel like thinking of messages for people to read when i DIEEE. which could be tomorrow, by the way. if that happens, i am sure i am giving my drumset to liping, and no one is to read my diaries from before sec 3! AND, my c drive can be viewed by those who want to, except the private folder in my folder and play my favourite songs at my funeral, and invite everyone i know!! also, my diaries from sec 3 onwards are to be distributed among my close friends and my organiser now, my absolute favourite, well, just, DO something worthwhile to it! ah, i know, take felyna's idea. splendid. and i do not want to donate my organs, and please bury me in the christian cemetery, and feel free to play pictionary at my funeral, which MUST be held in my house garden!! i LIKE my funeral!
ohhhh, ominous, ominous, i must stop feeling like i am going to die. but i've had this feeling since last year or ages ago. before that, i had this feeling that the world felt unreal (yes, that was before i even knew what the matrix was) and my actions made me feel like i was in a dream, like words popped out of my mouth and everything seemed quite foggy and odd.
and of course, i believe that i am slightly psychic. and of course, no one believes me on that. i can list numerous examples, but of course, no one believes it any much, so of course, i shut up, and live with the knowledge that this psychic power is going to do me wonders some day. it could a day when, i am walking on the street, and i am thinking of an old friend, and i walk and the person appears because the person's presence was picked up by my brain. thoughts have energy, thats how thoughts are transmitted. either i am psychic or i have a very receptive brain/very intense thoughts. intense thoughts are sent out with more energy and the thought will pop up in the minds of the people around you, and then they will say something, and u will think, hey! i was thinking of that! ah see, LOGIC. MAGIC.
if ye be royal
ye be loyal
and i have murdered at least 15 ants today
pee in ye pants, cretins.
moled at 10/16/2003 01:27:00 AM