Secrets die when kept or revealed. They live by being faintly and uncertainly repeated.
Hello there everyone. I think I'm keeping a secret that is deeper and more mysterious than any of yours. Well let's say it's a case of life and death. Yeap, that's how important this secret is. However, I would like to assure those who are feeling rather uneasy about this that it has nothing to do with pornography or anything of that sort.
Oh well, 31 more days to Christmas and 13 more days to Blue Mountains, Sydney! I really can't wait but I'm getting the butterflies in my stomach. I just watched Final Destination 2 (I know it's a long time ago, but I couldn't find anything worthwhile to do other than to stare at my sexy new TEEVEE!! HAHA!) and it was about afew kids who were suppose to head to Paris for a field trip if you can remember. And the plane blows up and stuff.
It set off a chain reaction in my head. What if the plane I'm gonna be on blows up? What if death is already waiting for me? Letting my imagination run wild, typical of me. Then when I went down, I saw the Time magazine on the dining table turned to the page on airplane crashes. Just coincidence boy, NO!!! 13 more days! 13!!! I'm quite superstituous by the way (before exams, I always wish everyone around me for good luck so that they'll wish me back and I'll be super lucky!) Pfffft, grow up! I will go Sydney in one piece, and back the same way. I will have fun and when I get back, I will bring Christmas presents for my friends and family. Must Must Must Must!
I was hoping she wouldn't know,
wishing with all my might,
the fairytale ending was not to be.
