Snip, snip.

Yucks! She stinks!

She struggled, we tugged. She moved, we hugged. She's tangled and we're combing but the knots ain't moving. And when that trouble was done, I thought hey, this is quite fun. But the splashing began, together with the washing. After drying and blowing and loads of sighing, a new dog emerge from under, her bark as loud as thunder?

Then the wonder rush begun.

If interrogated.

Okay, I can safely say that yes, I do feel wonderful tonight...

If she asks Min Jun, did he bring you out to drink? I'll say no, of course not! If she asks Did he treat you well? I'll say duh. And if she asks What exactly is wrong with you? I'll say Man, I don't know. And if she goes on to ask You're acting high, as if you're on drugs! Are you? I'll laugh Hahaha, yes, I am. My very own kind.

And the dog leash just went click-click on itself.

Wonderful, tonight.

And I say yes, I feel wonderful tonight...

I feel wonderful because I finally realised. I have a question or two though. Well, really, I just want to know how much, you know. How friggtening? Like death? Maybe like the boogeyman? Godzilla? Ghostly kind of frigtening? Come on, baby, I just wanna know. As frightening as the dark is to me, maybe?

You see, if you were to throw me into a dark cold dungeon in which I can't even see my own feet, I would scream. I'd cry, I'd go crazy. The dark envelops me and scares the shit out of me. It wouldn't have anything to do with the cold. Only the eery, creeping darkness that doesn't fail to suffocate the life out of me.

Oh, and on top of Wonderful Tonight, I was listening to Angel's Wings just now - that cheesy Westlife song? Cause when you're in my arms, you make me prouder than anything I could achieve, remember? Or maybe you arrived on angel's wings, that angelic confirmation? Ring a bell?

Hmmm, what was the next song? Oh, yes! It's a beautiful day, don't let it get away!

To slice.

Have you sliced a cherry open before?

And as you watch the knife press into the skin of that dark red fruit, the pressure causes a deep depression. You're pressing, slicing, and suddenly at the right perfect moment, it just splits. The skin splits, allowing that red dark liquid to flow out onto your fingers, staining them the color of blood.

To kill.

Another typical Wednesday.

Wednesdays are bad.

You know those days that you get up from bed and something just doesn't feel right? You just feel uncomfortable as if something just isn't in place. And everywhere you turn, something reminds you about how horrible everything feels. And then, before you know it, everything goes bad. Really bad.

I hate Wednesdays.

Game over.

She spat You retarded little piece of shit in perhaps the most affectionate way possible.

You know, those old-school kinda computer games like Super Mario of Sonix The Hedgehog? When you die by falling into water or in the stupidest way possible, why does it have to play that irritating music that just annoys the guts out of you when, ultimately, the annoying little tune only means one thing - you're dead - game's over.

Go to Nokia F-ing Care for heaven's sake.

Goldilocks.

We all know the story of Goldilocks and the three bears.

Why do we always blame Goldilocks for being greedy - breaking their chairs, sleeping in their beds, eating their bowls or porridge? Don't any of you wonder if she had a reason for eating their porridge? Maybe she was a starving, fatigue homeless kid who was just happy to finally find food and rest!

I'm sure she didn't find it easy making those choices either.

Another glass broken

Another glass gone.

It's those kind of guest cups that I broke, but i use them all the time. Plus, I always have had a habit of having drinking water next to me before I sleep so I dont have to walk out to the kitchen for a drink you see.

Today when I saw that familiar little glass falling to the ground and heard the same crashing sound for the third time this month, I thought - how many glasses to break before we have none? Before I know it, if no one buys any news ones, I might lose them all.

My brother says 21 years of bad luck.