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Ten green bottles sitting on the wall, ten green bottles sitting on the wall. Then one green bottle had a great fall, there are nine green bottles sitting on the wall.." The boys started singing, excited that school's over and even more so now they've got the entire bus to themselves except for the driver and the attendant. The three of them crammed into two passenger seats, too comfortable with each other to move and occupy the vast space that surrounds them, and well of course, the very fact that the attendant was sitting right behind them, they didn't dare to switch places all the time, afraid that the attendant might just shout at them and keep them under his thumb for the rest of the year.
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Nine green bottles sitting on the wall, nine green bottle sitting on the wall. Then one green bottle had a great fall, there are eight green bottles sitting on the wall.." They continued. The bus driver was silent, all the time. The entire bus ride, not a single mutter, not a single breath can be heared from him, just a plain smile when a parent picks up his child at the corner of the street. The attendant just watched him from the back, as if keeping him on a string. At times, the driver stole glances at the attendant from the reflection in his mirror, and few of those times, their eyes will lock and then they will quickly look away, afraid they'll look suspicious of any activity of the wrong kind.
"Ring around the roses, a pocket full of poses, a-tish-oo"
"Eight green bottles, sitting on the wall.."
"Ring around the roses, a pocket full of poses, a-tish-.."
"..had a great fall, there are seven green bottles.."The attendant took out his silencer and then slowly, he pulled the trigger, worrying if the boys'll hear him. Of course they wouldn't. They are too excited and loud, singing their stupid song. And then, three shots. The bus driver shut his eyes for eight deliberate seconds, drove for one minute and stopped the bus.
And they all fall down.
as she ascend the steps leading to her apartment, she visualised her imaginary stalker appearing before her, with a sadistic glee and a gun, a rope or a sharp blade in his hand. she pictured her small, puny self trapped in between him and his accomplices behind her, all ready to grab her and knock her out so she'll fall and get lost in an eternity of darkness..
parfume.. the strong scent of moonflower brought back her conciousness as she lay, helpless, with all of her limbs tied to each post of the four-posted bed. she tried to let out some sort of sound, only to discover it muffled by the piece of cloth covering her mouth. then, she felt the sharpness of a blade running down the side of her face and she turned, only to face that stalker that she had feared from the very beginning. and in an instant, he thrusted the blade through her left cheek, her jaw, and her right cheek and pulled it back out and licked the blood off the side of the blade..
ahh.. she wishes.. she desires.. she wants.. she needs it to happen to her.
hallucination. her one-player game.
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i am speechless. because.. i don't know why. so i'm going to post another song lyric.
I dream about, how it's gonna end
Approaching me quickly
Living a life of fear
I only want my mind to be clear
People, making fun of me
For no reason but jealousy
I fantisize about my death
I'll kill myself from holding my breath
My suicidal dream
Voices telling me what to do
My suicidal dream
I'm sure you will get yours too
Help me, comfort me
Stop me from feeling what I'm feeling now
The rope is here, now I'll find a use
I'll kill myself, I'll put my head in a noose
My suicidal dream
Voices telling me what to do
My suicidal dream
I'm sure you will get yours too
Dreamin' about my death, dream
Suicidal, suicidal, suicidal dream
I'm suicidal, suicidal dreami really am suicidal. i purposely switched off the switch just now with super wet hands just so i get electricuted. i left the gas running for a while cos i wanted to suffocate. and i almost slashed myself again, but i remembered a lot of ppl i made promises with. so yeah.
one day, i tell myself, one day.
CJ034
and today concluded Project Work. i'd like to grin, but just like what eleh said on her blog,
"i've grown attached to CJ034." this week we saw each other on monday, tuesday, wednesday, thursday and today. and we're gonna see each other tomorrow. so maybe we should arrange an outing on sunday. :D
ms giam's gonna clarify which supp papers i'm really supposed to take. well, i'm dreading
that. maths and econs are like two shotguns on each side of my temple.
well, hari raya and open house made me master the art of peeling the shells off raw prawns and utilising the bottle of Dettol handwash that has been sitting on glass rack in the kitchen toilet for eons.
this entry is redundant. but at least the downloads are complete. okay, shoo.
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CAN'T WAIT FOR TOMORROW! :)
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go to that website. and that is exactly what i want to do.
FHUGGGG LAAAA. imageshack can host my image only for so long. now i have no image on my blog template. you people will just have to stare at a black and white and sometimes blue border around my pictures screen.
HARI RAYA IS OVER-RATED. but i still like the moolah.
