♥ Thursday, September 25, 2008 ♥
Silence of the Lambs Lizards
25 September 2008
Or should I say, daymare?
I had obviously been watching and thinking too much of Dr. Lecter in the Silence of the Lambs.
*shudders*
He's so freaky you know?!? He eats people. He bites people's ears and noses, and blood will spurt everywhere, especially all over his face. He eats people's hearts, fry their brains for dinner ... well, you get the picture.
And he's a psycho. AND he has disgustingly penetrating eyes. *gulps*
But he's extremely clever. That's why he's still alive, only locked up in a cell. If it was me, I'd kill him straightaway. Or I'd ... fling myself off the cliff. Anything than staying in a world with someone like him.
Actually, I have no doubt there IS someone like him in the world. Oh boy.
Anyway, my dream was totally horrible. I had no idea why I didn't just wake up, and kept on sleeping. It was such a relief when I opened my eyes and saw my familiar, peaceful bedroom and the warm, pleasant (well, not exactly pleasant but still pleasant after the dark, dark nights in the dream) evening sunlight outside. Whew.
But the problem is, in the dream I lived in the same bedroom. Actually, that's not exactly true, but I'm pretty sure that my wallpapered piece of wall was there. In the dream. Yikes.
I was in a huge .....
On second thought, it might be better if I don't think about it. I might have to go through the exact same dream tonight. And the day after. Or for the rest of my life. Like the screaming of the lambs in Clarice's dreams.
Ahhhh, shush.
I'm freaking out. Damn, I want someone to sleep with. It'll make me feel a lot safer, a lot more secure. Awww. Who wants to be my sleep mate?? =P
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PMR in 18 days.
Damn, I'm squandering precious time.
Oh, my sister managed to borrow Twilight for me!! Thank you, Wen Huey!! =D
The cover is so nice, but spoiled because she stuck her name on top of the book, complete with two smilies. Blah. LOL. Haahahaha. I promised myself (sort of) that I won't flip through a single page until after PMR but that promise will probably be broken. PROBABLY.
I also borrowed two books from the library! A Meg Cabot book, and Shopaholic and Sister, which I have borrowed before. I'm going to buy the book!! I don't care if I'm saving money or not. I'll buy it .... eventually. It's too nice!! Hilarious.
And the pink sandal on the front cover is too pretty.
I, uh, neglected a whole day of studying, and finished the book within half a day.
THAT, is something I will never understand. I can get so engrossed and lose myself completely in a storybook with no pictures and no colours. Why can't I do the same for History textbooks? They ARE storybooks too! Sort of. Stories of the olden days, which are pretty ... uh, interesting too. Sometimes. And the history textbooks have pictures and colours!
I use up to one week, two weeks, or my whole life to finally remember the contents of the stupid History textbook. And I can remember the contents of a storybook in a day.
*sigh*
Oh, and my brother left a book for me to read, The Alchemist, if I'm not wrong.
There are suddenly so many books for me to read! I do think it's a tad unfair as the PMR is imminent, and I'll have to force myself to enter and bury myself in the world of numbers, Sultan with the same names, Chinese translations and whatnots. Can anyone spell B-O-R-I-N-G??!
But I'm smiling a lot these days. I always have these visions of the post-PMR days ... oh, how glorious, how splendid, how BRILLIANT!! I always smile like a maniac whenever I think about it. Think. At least a month of free, indolent time at school. How perfect is that? Sloth, that's me!
OK, I should stop dreaming.
OH FUCK HOW COULD I FORGET?!!
There is a fucking mini lizard in my room. A LIZARD!!!!! *screams* I hate lizards. I FUCKING HATE LIZARDS. What do you call it? Lizard phobia? AHHH. Bad memories. BAD MEMORIES. *grimace* I tell you, my experiences with lizards were truly ... GHASTLY.
Once, I was lying on my bed, reading a book. Then suddenly ... *flop!* A mini lizard landed somewhere around my chest region. WTF!!
What do you do when a lizard lands on your chest?! I couldn't scream. I wouldn't anyway. I'd never risk opening my mouth. What if the beastly lizard thinks that it's some sort of underground tunnel, and crawls into it? You know how fast lizards move.
And I couldn't sit up. It will fall onto my lap, or crawl up my neck. Neither sounded good. OR it might cling onto my shirt for dear life. Which didn't sound really good either.
In the end I used my book and "flicked" it away. Oh yuck. I can vaguely remember seeing a rolled up, brown lump on the floor. I thought it was dead, and I went to sleep. The next morning when I woke up, it was gone. Damn.
Lizards, lizards. They crawled up my leg before, landed on my lap before, peed on my head before, pooped on my belongings and possessions before. And they have creepy eyes. And their legs/feet/whatever you call them are HIDEOUS. And they're cold. *trembles*
I was so happy when we moved houses. I was so happy to leave all the stupid lizards behind. During the first month at our new house, it was fine and perfectly lizard-free. And then more and more lizards appeared. Fuck. Any ideas on how to kill them? I'm scared of them so it's impossible for me to stamp on them, hit them with the hit-the-fly thing or anything. Eek.
Alright. Good night! Help me pray that I won't dream of anything bad, be it Dr Lecter, lizards or whatever. =)
P.S/ Stupid lizards. I was going to end the entry after the "OK, I should stop dreaming". Stupid. Oh and my blog is getting deadly boring without a single photo. I haven't gone out of the house since like, thousands of years ago. *sigh* Tedious, indeed.
Or should I say, daymare?
I had obviously been watching and thinking too much of Dr. Lecter in the Silence of the Lambs.
*shudders*
He's so freaky you know?!? He eats people. He bites people's ears and noses, and blood will spurt everywhere, especially all over his face. He eats people's hearts, fry their brains for dinner ... well, you get the picture.
And he's a psycho. AND he has disgustingly penetrating eyes. *gulps*
But he's extremely clever. That's why he's still alive, only locked up in a cell. If it was me, I'd kill him straightaway. Or I'd ... fling myself off the cliff. Anything than staying in a world with someone like him.
Actually, I have no doubt there IS someone like him in the world. Oh boy.
Anyway, my dream was totally horrible. I had no idea why I didn't just wake up, and kept on sleeping. It was such a relief when I opened my eyes and saw my familiar, peaceful bedroom and the warm, pleasant (well, not exactly pleasant but still pleasant after the dark, dark nights in the dream) evening sunlight outside. Whew.
But the problem is, in the dream I lived in the same bedroom. Actually, that's not exactly true, but I'm pretty sure that my wallpapered piece of wall was there. In the dream. Yikes.
I was in a huge .....
On second thought, it might be better if I don't think about it. I might have to go through the exact same dream tonight. And the day after. Or for the rest of my life. Like the screaming of the lambs in Clarice's dreams.
Ahhhh, shush.
I'm freaking out. Damn, I want someone to sleep with. It'll make me feel a lot safer, a lot more secure. Awww. Who wants to be my sleep mate?? =P
******************
PMR in 18 days.
Damn, I'm squandering precious time.
Oh, my sister managed to borrow Twilight for me!! Thank you, Wen Huey!! =D
The cover is so nice, but spoiled because she stuck her name on top of the book, complete with two smilies. Blah. LOL. Haahahaha. I promised myself (sort of) that I won't flip through a single page until after PMR but that promise will probably be broken. PROBABLY.
I also borrowed two books from the library! A Meg Cabot book, and Shopaholic and Sister, which I have borrowed before. I'm going to buy the book!! I don't care if I'm saving money or not. I'll buy it .... eventually. It's too nice!! Hilarious.
And the pink sandal on the front cover is too pretty.
I, uh, neglected a whole day of studying, and finished the book within half a day.
THAT, is something I will never understand. I can get so engrossed and lose myself completely in a storybook with no pictures and no colours. Why can't I do the same for History textbooks? They ARE storybooks too! Sort of. Stories of the olden days, which are pretty ... uh, interesting too. Sometimes. And the history textbooks have pictures and colours!
I use up to one week, two weeks, or my whole life to finally remember the contents of the stupid History textbook. And I can remember the contents of a storybook in a day.
*sigh*
Oh, and my brother left a book for me to read, The Alchemist, if I'm not wrong.
There are suddenly so many books for me to read! I do think it's a tad unfair as the PMR is imminent, and I'll have to force myself to enter and bury myself in the world of numbers, Sultan with the same names, Chinese translations and whatnots. Can anyone spell B-O-R-I-N-G??!
But I'm smiling a lot these days. I always have these visions of the post-PMR days ... oh, how glorious, how splendid, how BRILLIANT!! I always smile like a maniac whenever I think about it. Think. At least a month of free, indolent time at school. How perfect is that? Sloth, that's me!
OK, I should stop dreaming.
OH FUCK HOW COULD I FORGET?!!
There is a fucking mini lizard in my room. A LIZARD!!!!! *screams* I hate lizards. I FUCKING HATE LIZARDS. What do you call it? Lizard phobia? AHHH. Bad memories. BAD MEMORIES. *grimace* I tell you, my experiences with lizards were truly ... GHASTLY.
Once, I was lying on my bed, reading a book. Then suddenly ... *flop!* A mini lizard landed somewhere around my chest region. WTF!!
What do you do when a lizard lands on your chest?! I couldn't scream. I wouldn't anyway. I'd never risk opening my mouth. What if the beastly lizard thinks that it's some sort of underground tunnel, and crawls into it? You know how fast lizards move.
And I couldn't sit up. It will fall onto my lap, or crawl up my neck. Neither sounded good. OR it might cling onto my shirt for dear life. Which didn't sound really good either.
In the end I used my book and "flicked" it away. Oh yuck. I can vaguely remember seeing a rolled up, brown lump on the floor. I thought it was dead, and I went to sleep. The next morning when I woke up, it was gone. Damn.
Lizards, lizards. They crawled up my leg before, landed on my lap before, peed on my head before, pooped on my belongings and possessions before. And they have creepy eyes. And their legs/feet/whatever you call them are HIDEOUS. And they're cold. *trembles*
I was so happy when we moved houses. I was so happy to leave all the stupid lizards behind. During the first month at our new house, it was fine and perfectly lizard-free. And then more and more lizards appeared. Fuck. Any ideas on how to kill them? I'm scared of them so it's impossible for me to stamp on them, hit them with the hit-the-fly thing or anything. Eek.
Alright. Good night! Help me pray that I won't dream of anything bad, be it Dr Lecter, lizards or whatever. =)
P.S/ Stupid lizards. I was going to end the entry after the "OK, I should stop dreaming". Stupid. Oh and my blog is getting deadly boring without a single photo. I haven't gone out of the house since like, thousands of years ago. *sigh* Tedious, indeed.
♥ craving chocolate kisses ..
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