Saturday, September 26, 2009 11:12 AM
Take the first two letters of Hate and Love and put them together. You get Halo. Feelings make you holy.
Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
This was something I wrote when I was half conscious.
I still remember what happens when it rains. Mummy would come to me with this small tight raincoat and rubber boots and force me to wear them. Then she would hold my hand and we’ll walk home; me in my blue raincoat and her under the umbrella. I remember how I used to hate it when it rains. I mean firstly, the raincoat was really uncomfortable. It was tight and I could not really button up my raincoat properly. They did not cover my hand fully. They went to my knees only. And most importantly, Mummy had the umbrella and whenever I held her hands, the rain from the umbrella would always drip onto my hands. It irritated me. So whenever it rained, I would pretend I had extra lessons after school and made Mummy wait. Mummy never complained or said a word because I think she knew I hated it. But making Mummy stand there in the rain waiting for me was kind of a mean and inconsiderate thing to do. Sometimes I wonder whether Mummy hated me for doing that. I mean, there she is standing in the rain under her umbrella while I am under my sheltered building pretending to be studying. But umbrellas are for adults. That was what Mummy always said.
Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
Friday, September 25, 2009 10:56 AM
I need to do Drama.I am really missing it.
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Sunday, September 13, 2009 2:30 AM
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Done. I've vented my frustration.
Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
Thursday, September 10, 2009 6:07 AM
You won't admit you love me
And so how am I ever to know?
You always tell me
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps
A million times I've asked you,
And then I ask you over again
You only answer
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps
If you can't make your mind up
We'll never get started
And I don't wanna wind up
Being parted, broken-hearted
So if you really love me
Say yes, but if you don't dear, confess
And please don't tell me
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps
If you can't make your mind up
We'll never get started
And I don't wanna wind up
Being parted, broken-hearted
So if you really love me
Say yes, but if you don't dear, confess
And please don't tell me
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps
Perhaps, perhaps, (giggle) perhaps
(giggle)
Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
