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Wednesday, November 28, 2007

this is anna in her attempt to use her boonie's influence of FLUFF
to fluff up her mundane life, making it sound even remotely interesting.
=)


yesterday morning i had one of those superbly rare HAPPY dream!
but my alarm had to ring exactly when i was happiest in my dream and i was prob happy for like a minute. and then dulan the whole morning.
argh.
and so the dream goes, that i was in a theater right smack in front of the stage.
a bunch of pple came out
the first half walked out, back straight proper posture how boooring
the next half staggered their way out, all 5 sharing a stick of what i tot was marijuana and looking too dazed to be sober
and the moment they sang i was in bliss =)
i can't believe they were the SPICE GIRLS in my dream la!
and there i was totally happy and excited that i was up close watching the SPICE GIRLS perform
and my alarm rang and i had to get out of bed.
ARGH.

i tink my subconscious mind is telling me that i'm Sexcited that the SPICE GIRLS are back!


my left middle finger has been twitching the past few days when i've been studying.
EEKS.
reminds me of last last sem when my lips were twitching so incessantly during exams i was soooo annoyed.
and it miraculously STOPPED jus when i handed in my last paper.
hehe


and u know that i'm scared of my bro when
i gotta worry bout him not finding out that i've been sleeping in his room on his bed when he's in camp. especially when he last minute calls home to say he's coming back to get some stuff
and my mum so sweeeetly watched me panic b4 she said she shifted all the stuff for me already.
HA.

doesn't help when u've got a tall, fat, and bad tempered brother.
the only regret i have is not bullying him enough when he was still shorter than me. if only i had instilled fear in him when he was little, maybe i wouldn't have been bullied too much when he grew bigger than me.
SIGH.

this blog is getting booooringggggggg.......

so i realised that my new feel-good-happy-song is "Valerie"
the one by mark ronson and amy whinehouse who was bitchy enuf to REFUSE to make the MV so it was just a myriad of random girls who pretended to be singing the song
i still have not much idea what the song is about hehe

it reminds me of primary school.
one year when my class had 2 of the fiercest girls ard in sch. and one of them was valerie =)
and i was assigned to sit with the other one, miss z.
we became good frans and she was actually afraid of angering me.
can u imagine the fiercest girl in sch who got into fights all the time was afraid of me?
hehe maybe cuz i was a nice polite little girl. and she trusted me with her pet hamster. she'd bring it to school. and our tables had a compartment when we lifted the table top, so she'd keep hammie there and we're play with it when the teacher was out.

and then there was valerie. when i was primary 2 ( or was it primary 4?), the june holidays ended and we had to go back to school. then, i still have no idea what scared/made me upset/came over me, i would cry non stop as soon as i stepped into school and my dad left. it was a SERIOUS case of non-stop crying nonsense that lasted a month. a few days of crying and i stopped going to school. my grandparents took the train and bus just to come see me at home and ask why i was crying and be good girl and go to school. and i saw the principal and promised her i would stop crying and she said go look for her if i had any problems. then finally my dad left me in school and drove off, i was still crying on the balcony looking over the car park. and valerie came and patted my back and took me to the canteen and helped me stop crying.
hehe macham some hero moment.

so TADA! that's my blog fluffing attempt. and honestly, if i were reading it i would have dozed off.

when the alarm woke me up from my happy SPICE GIRLS dream, a damn dulan anna sms boonie. so boonie had a little surprise for me, and guess what he sang =)

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