Okay. There is definitely fishy going on with Friendster. It's really weird. I mean, I posted an imeem thingy on my media box but on a second thought, I want to take it off. So, okay. I took it off and I viewed my profile then a word "Array" came up with my Media Box. Where did come from?! oh. not to mention my DSL connection a while ago was in his topak mode. So, I called the operator and they'll be fixing the problem with my insane DSL connection.
Oh. You want more? haha! okay then.
So... These past few days were the weirdest nights of my life so far... I always dream about my love ones- dying and stuff. Or... if it's not my love ones dying, my not-in-this-world-anymore relatives. A very good example would be my Mom.
Forgot to mention, my mom died last 2005 of Cancer of the Breast.
Okay. Back to my story. Yeah, I've dreamed of her for the last two nights but it's not what I expected to happened. The "people" around us wants to be separated. Then one day, I was with my so-called guardian and he was throwing me with lots and lots of shoes and stuff (weird isn't?). Of course yours truly can't be defeated by just throwing lots and lots of shoes to me! So, all the shoes that he's throwing me I get to throw at him, too until I get inside to see my mom. My plan worked. So I went inside to see my Mom. Then we left the place and live happily ever after.
Oh. You want more? haha! okay then.
So... These past few days were the weirdest nights of my life so far... I always dream about my love ones- dying and stuff. Or... if it's not my love ones dying, my not-in-this-world-anymore relatives. A very good example would be my Mom.
Forgot to mention, my mom died last 2005 of Cancer of the Breast.
Okay. Back to my story. Yeah, I've dreamed of her for the last two nights but it's not what I expected to happened. The "people" around us wants to be separated. Then one day, I was with my so-called guardian and he was throwing me with lots and lots of shoes and stuff (weird isn't?). Of course yours truly can't be defeated by just throwing lots and lots of shoes to me! So, all the shoes that he's throwing me I get to throw at him, too until I get inside to see my mom. My plan worked. So I went inside to see my Mom. Then we left the place and live happily ever after.
No comments:
Post a Comment