aye blogging beside my dearest rebecca toh in the school com - which is of course a dread. (i meant rebecca, not the com) some things that i absolutely have to say. if she stay in that seat for another 3 hours (which she wouldnt since we're leaving in like 20 minutes), i'd have conjured up enough madness in me to plant her a warm wet kiss -yes even in the school library! i'm mad. gotta agree wif denise, i'm really kinda mad nowadays. always having weird dreams and weird ideas and getting all excited over little little "trivials" of life.
thank god this is in really really tiny font and wif the school monitor being -er- tiny, rebecca cant even see wat i'm writing tho she's staring right into the screen!! -phew!- so by the time she actually reads the atrocities above, i'd be far away from her already. hahas saving myself from her; saving her from myself. well...since today's post is totally not one thats been inspired by anything in particular (except that urge which would not take place 3 hrs later) , and the sole reason i'm here in the library is -well- ONLY because i've got nothing better to do than sit beside rebecca in the library, i'll blog about her. hahahas carol shld be glad at this since she's always singing rebecca's praises. (as opposed to Ms D i mean)
Rebecca's an ass. *100 ppl raising up their hand in support of this statement and cheering me on*
She'd rather talk to the com than to me! Grr....(a brief look-over into her monitor reveals that she's actually typing a friendster msg) gosh! since when do i get such things! hahas -becca turns over and says..."u really can type", i smiled. for all the criminal deeds, thats the best i can do to hide my evil little thots.
once had a very bad dream -nightmare- of becca dearest. (dunno if she actually rmbs it) *in dreamland now* i was rollerblading in east coast park. she was playing wif some pink balloons instead of joining me. (dangs!! u see thats the type of dream that comes out when she keeps ignoring me) so anyway... fast forward... pink balloon can no longer be seen. and suddenly becca is on the ground -dead.. hahahas...this part abt her dying can be so funny thinking back about it. well i went on the give her CPR. yea i noe wat u're thinking readers, but u're absolutely right. i dunno no CPR for nuts! but still...it was for the -erm- for compassion and peace and hope. fast forward again, and she was in the ambulance. doctor takes her to ICU, and 10 minutes later...comes out shaking his head (jus like in the movies except that the doctor was kinda handsome). "no hope. she onli have a day at most." Next moment she was lying in her bed...jus like the cscene in her room. She tried to speak, but her last half breath was not enough for her to say anything except (not really sure abt this part) "haiz..." it's an irony the easiest word to say when u're dying is actually "haiz..." Why the hell would anyone wanna say that when she's about to die?? its like someone dying saying "i'm about to die" dang! and so she's dead -dying. well...something happened later on. but becca's jus left the library again without waiting for me!! Grr.... shall continue the story again tonite.
meanwhile i needa go chase her. er....in every sense?? hahahas "creating ambiguity and not a sense of aura" -the art of seduction. that girl taught me that, guess i'm jus trying to apply here? hahas... tatas.
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