The other night

a plane (or was it an aircraft?) came flying right above our rooftop; like it was going to crash and die on us.

mum thought the tri-bladed thing was running after her downstairs.

and then another sound came whirling, like five rounds of that, or maybe more.

haiz how does it feel being up there, on that thing?

on another more serious note, haha. to somebody, if you happen to read this, im feeling a little uneasy as I bumped into your writing just recently. im not regretting. i can always turn a blind eye but no, since many of you, again, annoyingly vex me, up until now. just. go. away. im going already and then u come up with that one line thing. one person said it, and then like hundred of yous are telling the same thing. blablagoodblablabad. if u hate it u dont have to mention that. just think of all the things you like and write a 10000-page entry about them. all of you. diu.

O______O.

~ by Shi on August 17, 2008.