Saturday, April 24, 2004

What would you do if :

The world fell into the hands of aliens?
Hope they're all as cute as Brendan Fehr :P

Your house is surrounded by man-eating dinosaurs?
oh that's no problem, I'm a girl not a man *corniness*

You're stuck in a house of zombies (like resident evil)?
Someone get me a machine gun and lots of ammunition, and I'm ready to splat some zombie skulls! If not... er, you know how they say if you can't beat, them join them...

Someone gave you a million bucks?
Only one million ah?

Sadako climbed out of your tv set?
Invite her for a cup of ocha and psychoanalyse her childhood trauma

A genie gave u three wishes?
Ask for unlimited wishes.

Simon said your singing sucks?
Tell him to be glad at least I sing better than William Hung

Time stopped, and you could turn back in time?
Wouldn't change a thing. Too messy and troublesome.

You had the ability to change yourself into anything u wanted?
How about Queen of the world?

You suddenly become a superstar?
Write very angsty songs and plot a way to die most dramatically at the height of my fame. Hey, ain't that what all of them love doing?

You suddenly go bankrupt?
for me to go bankrupt... I would first need to actually have money to lose the money...

You can fly?
Cool! No more need for public transport. Heh. Probably save me loads.

You can cast spells?
Hm... crucio anyone who gets on my nerves *wicked smirk*

You got handicapped?
Depends on the type of handicap... suppose I could learn to live with it...?

You can't see?
Just die, because I can't read and will therefore die of boredom.

You can't hear?
Sing off-key happily and join Singapore Idol. I could be Singapore's answer to William Hung!

You had one breath to say something before you die?
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there; I do not sleep
I am the thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond glints on snow
I am the sunlight on ripened grain
I am the gentle autumn rain
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight
I am the soft stars that shine at night
Do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there; I did not die

You had a chance to write a song on your life, what would you call it?
Waiting For

the dead woman murmured 4/24/2004 12:26:00 PM
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mood

Translation:
Nemo nisi mors.


the subject

utopist. dreamer. cynic. poet. a contradiction. eccentric. cartesian. a starlight in the gloom.

The patient, born in 1984, suffers from a history of idealism of unknown onset and duration.

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