Thursday, March 29, 2007
The date is Wednesday, March 28, 2007.
RED. I SEE RED. THAT CORNER, THAT CORNER! OVER THERE, LOOK UP! THE LIGHTS, THE FANS ARE SPINNING! I SEE RED. LOOK! NOW, RUN FOR YOUR LIFE.
Ok, that'll probably take an Einstein of an Einstein to decipher that metaphor - not like it has much meaning behind it anyway, but at such a time when the traces of fatigue are too evident on my poor blackened face, I need to think of something pretty and happy.
If you've hated someone before, you're a murderer. We're all rotten lying thieving murderers.
I have taught myself to accept Jackson for who he is today, that even know he has his multiple disabilities, I will love him.
I am nearly 17. And guess what, I'm already of legal age to get married. YAY. Now, all I have to do is find the man, make babies and live happily ever after in a cozy 4-room HDB flat.
SO SIMPER.
I'm losing grip. God, hurry end the world already.
Remember, the date is Wednesday, March 28, 2007. Let's go for some merry-making.
tried to hunch; 10:10 PM