i have eaten half a can of
jumpy's kangaroo snacks
and now feel stuffed and
sick.
waiting for sunday mornin toonz to start. and i hope it does
pronto.
because i am seriously getting very very very bored. as in
sianded
bored. bored to the point of
going-to-frenster-writing-testimonials-visitng-deviantart-over-n-over-agn
bored.
hurrumph.
death day is tomorrow.
i am preparing my cofifn for tomorrow.
it has black silk and ebony wood, and a glass top.
the undertaker hasn't dressed me up yet, but the wreaths have been made.
i am destined to die at approximately 8am tomorrow. wanna come and watch?
venue of death is cedar girls' secondary school, sports hall.
be there if you care.

i just got a call from girl-yi in canada. karl says i shld come over and live with her.
i want to..
den i dont need to die tomorrow.
but well, like what mary logan says.
we don't get to choose what colour we're born, where we're born, or whether we're rich or poor. we only chose what we get to do with our lives.
wise words..
=(
unfortunately
remember that foreboding i felt before science?
the goosebumpish oh-no-something-bad-is-gonna-happen
feeling?
its back again.
i can expect the worst tomorrow. such as failing science, math and chinese. passing geog n hist wif b3s. passing eng n lit wif a2s.
or even worse than that.
like i said
i make a great seer.