Yes, yes. I'm ugly. So here's the thing, humanity has dawned humility on me. I'm called a minah. As in not the minah which just means a malay girl, but the other definition, which sadly means, a discriminated stereotypical girl who practices trends which was maybe hot during the cavemen's era. Okay, no, I'm just kidding. No offence. But looks can be deceiving. Minahs I know, are really beautiful people on the inside. So please don't call me a minah. This pleading is actually directed to the lao-est of all lao ah peks., Mr Issac Tan. I hope this isn't considered cyber-bullying. Please tell me if it is, so I can turn myself in. Oh and lastly, in close reference to the picture above, DO I LOOK LIKE A MINAH, SERIOUSLY? Ehk, taqk minah luh sheyy! (subtitle: Erm, I'm no minah).
So what's up with my life, you say? Okay fine you didn't say anything. Let's just assume you did okay. Okay, so where was I? Okay wait, I didn't even start. Now my life's a holocaust. It's filled with accusations, melodramatics, people (of course) and So On. There's a lot going on, really. And I've been shitting alot. Okay, as if it helps. Nobody's going to shit about this shit stating something about shitting anyway, serious shit, shithead. But I'm not doing so much of thinking as I should. It's just something that I like to think would pass and we'll all eventually work things out and we'll be friends, happily ever after. Okay, fine, for people who know what I'm talking about, maybe not right. But whatever. Make-up pr break-up, I'll probably will still remain the same. Maybe.
Oh, and did I tell you that I dreamt of MICHAEL JACKSON YESTERDAY'S YESTERDAY?! DID I SAY MICHAEL?! OH DID I TELL YOU I DREAMT OF MICHAEL JACK SON?!?!!??! Hm, JAAAAAACK? Rings a bell. OH DID I FREAKING TELL YOU THIS VITAL NEWS?! I DREAMT OF SWEET, SWEET MICKEY JACKY! dream? dream? dream? That reminds me, I DREAMT OF BLANKET'S FATHER MICHAEL JACKSON? Damn, I promised myself not to talk about a dead person since I found out from my sister, not the cow, I mean the moon, the first sister, that we're not suppose to talk about a person who has passed on. Coincidentally, on the topic of death, DO YOU KNOW THAT I DREAMT OF MICHAEL JACKSON ON FRIDAY?! Friday night fever? Eh, sounds wrong. SATURDAY NIGHT FEVER. Yupp. NIGHT?! Did I say night?! Cause you know, if you didn't know already or have probably forgotten, I DREAMT OF THE KING OF POP ON FRIDAY!
Okay, it's about time, I describe about the dream right. Okay so, I was in the swimming pool with my family. Then, I came up to the edge of the pool and pulled myself up. Thankfully I wasnt naked. I mean it'll be disrespectful if I was naked infront of michael jackson right? Which of course I didn't know until later in the dream. So thank god fate was on my side. When I got out of the water, i realised I was in an indoor swimming pool. My senses told me I was in a hotel. Maybe because of the marble-tiled floors and gigantic door that was beautifully crafted behind the pool. Suddenly, a hand pulled my arm. (Dramatic music became an increasing crescendo) I was shocked at first, but when my eyes met my little cousin's eyes, I was pleasantly surprised. Because of her height, she was tugging the side of my waist when I fully stood up. I don't quite remember but I think she wanted to release the tiny urine molecules that was attacking her bladder from the inside. To put it simply, she wanted to weewee. So, even though I was sure I was alien to that place, a part of my brain knew where the toilet was, so at that time. My sense led the way, as I looked down and we moved as fucking slowly as the sloth, my apologies to the animal kingdom. We were looking down on the tiles not so much in awe but more of a safety caution. We were moving so slowly that we could notice every single movement that was happening at that time. Ironically as it sounds, it was true. HERE'S THE BEST PART; we saw michael jackson. We ran. I woke up.
WASN'T IT A GREAT DREAM? Okay fine, maybe his part occupied only like a -73% of my dream but still, of all people he just HAD TO visit mine. So yeah.
I've been daydreaming a lot. Not that, I didn't use too. I just did it more frequently these few days. Once, I daydreamed that it was snowing in Singapore. And girls and ladies alike, would wear black raincoats that was knee-high, that was rather rough on the outside but soft and fluffy on the inside. Did I say fluffy, I meant I SAW MICHAEL JACKSON IN MY DREAM ON FRIDAY. Okay, but that doesn't make sense. Oh heck, most of the things that happens in the world's sanity doesn't usually point north, so I reckon I am entitled to be nonsensical. As if this actually matters. Okay, so as I was saying, until mickey interrupted; And then we would wear GAP hoodies inside. One of the hoodies in your hoodies collection in your wardrobe which if it was mine, would be colour-coordinated. And then we'll wear dark and dull tights or skinny jeans which would compliment our Doc. Martens. And then I'll hair would be untied, messy yet perfectly normal-looking that would be kept warm under the hoods. And then, under the cooling twilight, I would turn lighter and paler by the day until I finally became shiny and turned into a vampire.
Okay, never mind. Please do not laugh, for it's not suppose to be funny. Hm, now I have a sudden urge to have freckles. I mean not as if I wish hard enough, I would suddenly grow a galaxy of freckles on my face. (That wouldn't be nice, now would it?) Okay, I take back my words. Maybe just a few dots on each cheek. Our gloves or mittens would match our doc. Mart's, or most probably our scarf, if there was any.
Now, I'm getting all tingly inside. No, not that tinglytingling feeling when you saw zac ef. It's the other tingly feeling. When you get all happy and fuzzy inside, (Can one actually feel fuzzy? How does it actually work, I will never know).
Okay nuff talking. I need to hit the shower, not literally. why would I do that. Kay, and I need to my dadda.
*blows a kiss*