Just finished watching the Lindsay Lohan biography tape Sarah so helpfully lent me! =D She said she only recorded half, but it was the whole thing what. But anyway, it was nice looking at Lindsay Lohan "grow up" in this tape. Her pictures were real cute. But they didn't show my second favourite movie of hers, Confessions of a Teenage Drama Queen. Guess what's my first? And I was sad looking at her skinny picture again. I really wonder if it's anorexia, but she claims its not, and nobody will know but her, right? I hope none of my close friends get anorexia. I used to have a senior whose like really really skinny, but I don't think she is anorexia. She just likes to eat vegetables. During mealtimes, she always passes her meat to us, which resulted in me becoming the fatter version of me. There's a girl in VJC who looks her size too. Soooo super-skinny! Scary.... Anyway, I have digressed. The main point here is that Lndsay Lohan rocks no matter what! Hahaha. Sounds like a spastic, constipated teenage girl lusting over some movie star. But at least she's female (does not lead to me being lesbian). Which reminds me I must must must stop hitting people's butts! Haha, mostly girls. But anyway, the only guy's I hit is Nick and it's just a soft punch. And anyway, it's nothing personal, just for fun and entertainment's sake. So don't take it too seriously if I hit yours ;) Last night, something weird happened. I was having a dream I have a very faint memory of. I was in school doing something when I decided to escape and go home with Sarah (be honoured I dreamt of you!). Along the way, she knocked some heavy metal thing off something lah, then I was so scared something will happen to us, so I suggested we RUNN. And so we did, then barely 2 seconds later, some bangalah guy started calling after us! He was running behind us, and I didn't even look back, but I could feel the rush of wind behind me, because he was running oh-so-fast. I think it was at this point of time, I remembered I was dreaming, and told myself to wake up. I tried opening my eyes, and as I did so, lots of funny images flashed through my brain. The room turned bright like the Sun was shining in, when it was obviously in the dead of the night (dead metaphor!). When i finally pried my eyes open, I couldn't move. I couldn't touch a muscle, and my brain was so numb and like I couldn't think. So somehow I closed my eyes again. And the images flashed through again. And then we were back in the original scene! So scary. I was afraid the bangalah will do something, haha, so i tried waking up again. This time I succeeded, although I still couldn't move. So I tried scrunching up my toes, and from there I started moving again. I looked at the time, it was 1.30am. I fell asleep at like 12.00++, which means, you can dream within 2 hours. Daryl said the other time people can dream even though they slept only 5 hours. I guess I pushed the limit down. What I find weird is how I so suddenly realised it was a dream, and why I couldn't move. I think it's got something to do with the conscious and unconscious mind. Maybe mine are so interlinked that I can differentiate them very quickly. And because it's so quick, my brain couldn't react in time and I was still in the stage of sleep which is why I couldn't move. My muscles were still asleep. Sounds like some cool movie =D It's times like these when I love my sister for sharing a room with me. But alas, last night she wasn't in the room. What luck. -_- Shall ponder more over this. :p So long, farewell, auf Wiedersehen, good night! But this is wrong, cos it's the morning. *Replaces auf wiedersehen, good night with its equivalent in german and english*

9/17/2005 10:51:00 am;