Sunday, May 10, 2009
mmm...
Ever since i'm sick few days ago, i have been having weird dreams.
The first night while i was running a fever, i dreamt being chased by a ghost - all in white. I think i was running with a friend in a castle through lots of stoney passageways. Of cos in the end we outran the ghost or so i thought... as i have woke up. Miraculously, my fever ceased just after 1 day and i'm well again.
The second and third night, my dreams were all in blur. I can't really remember the details. Just that probably i was again in those ancient times but right now, i'm on a ship & there was a terrible storm.
The last night, I dreamt i was waiting.. waiting eagarly for someone to appear and i woke up saying this, ' Let this be my last word that i trust thy love...' Now this is freaky and i have no idea why i said that..... until....
until.....
probably is cos of the show 《爱就宅一起》... hahaha~ and my fever being miraculously cured can probably attribute to the wonders of Panadol Extra! Hahaha! But hey...seriously when i was watching tt show, 我根本没把那句活放在心上。mmm... dunno..however i still think it's freaky if someone suddenly woke up beside you and said that... LOL~
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Anyway 《爱就宅一起》 rocks la! I can't afford to miss any parts. When my mom asked me to switch TVs, i ensure my mom had that channel on before i switched off mine and ran over in record speed to con't watching.
老妈：这么紧张做什么？她在煎药而已吗。
我：煎药也很好看！
老妈：有什么好看？你都不会煎药。
我：煎药这么简单。都没有大明星在我家，我煎药干什么？
老妈：。。。。
心想，对吗！如果有像 MARS 的超级无敌帅，个性有不错的男生喜欢我，不要说是煎药，就算叫我做满汉全席我都愿意咯~ 哈哈~ 哦马斯，你真的好帅！！！Okok~ 迷偶像好像不应该是我年龄范围所因该做的事了~ 哎呀！美丽的东西不分年龄限制吧！^^
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老妈：你看。
这部戏就是要告诉你，不是样子长的美，打扮美丽的女孩子就会找的好的对象。
这部戏就是要告诉你，不是样子长的美，打扮美丽的女孩子就会找的好的对象。
我：拜托！这是在做戏好不好！
如果现实社会有人像默默一样顶着一个这么土的蘑菇头，有谁会看得上眼？一定被人取笑的咯~
如果现实社会有人像默默一样顶着一个这么土的蘑菇头，有谁会看得上眼？一定被人取笑的咯~
你看！我还是能分得出什么是做戏！所以我不可能胡思乱想。跟大明星谈恋爱，我无福消受。看样子，好像反而是我妈胡思乱想！
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Allow me to end off with this beautiful poem:
Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away...
And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall there with a sigh...
O' troupe of little vagrants of the world, leave your footprints in my words.
The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover.
It becomes small as one song, as one kiss of the eternal.
It is the tears of the earth that keep her smiles in bloom.
The mighty desert is burning for the love of a blade of grass who shakes her head and laughs and flies away.
Let this be my last word, that I trust in thy love.
