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And that was the day that I promised
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I'm sixteen, but definitely not sweet. Currently facing (and loathing) my freshman college life as an AB Broadcast Journalism student. I have a tendency to be lost in my imaginations and daydreams. I'm sarcastic. I cuss. I'm moody. I have my fair share of complexities - though I sometimes think I got too many. Likes: Books, Country and Punk Rock music, Gossip Girl, Grey's Anatomy, Red, 19th century era, Chace Crawford, Jacob Black, trivias, chocolates Dislikes: Slow and sentimental songs, Harry Potter, Bella Swan, predictable telenovelas here in the Philippines, Justin Bieber, Math, Any kind of sports, K-Pop I don't know what I want. So don't ask me coz I'm still trying to figure it out. Say What?
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Friday, July 24, 2009
Doll Domination. Comments: 3 comments | Leave a Comment
 I dreamed about Chucky the Killer Doll last night. Which was really odd coming from a 16-year-old girl like me. There has never been anyone - or anything - that really got me scared and coward as a child as Chucky did. That doll has this huge effect on me that I still carry on all throughout these years. And even up to now, when I dreamed or imagined Chucky I tremble and my heartbeat starts reacting violently. Even Google-ing that image made me sweat and tremble. Shit. I should have never done it. I swear these are all true. Im not afraid of monsters hiding at my room when I was a kid, Im afraid of Chucky going after me with his knife and demonic voice. And this stupid fear did not go away even after 10 years of growing up. It's still lurking at my imaginations. His demonic laughing voice, scarred face, torn clothes - these are enough to scare the hell out of me. I hated the sight of dolls (except Barbie, of course). You know, the one that talks and walks or you feed and took care upon. Those kind of dolls are my fears. I never touch those as a kid. Maybe some of you kept a doll and hug it to sleep until now. But that's not the case for me. I never hugged any dolls! I always imagined that they will come alive and chase me with their knives. *Goosebumps* Why, then? Dolls are supposed to be dolls that kids can play around with. Toys that will put a smile into every child's faces. Toys that will become their bestfriend or companion as they grow up. But Child's Play did not portay that. Maybe as a kid, I got disappointed with my expectations. And thus started the early perception that dolls "are" killers and can never be trusted. I tried avoiding all sorts of thinking that will lead me to Chucky. And still, he's the main attraction of my dream last night. Unfortunately, I was all alone in the house when I woke up at 5am since my Mom and sister had to go to our church for something. I swear Im frozen to my bed. I cant think straight at all. I want to get up and watch TV just to take away all of my fears but to no avail - Im frozen with fear. Yikes. Good thing my sister arrived 30 minutes after and that's when I finally loosen up and get a grip on my staggering breath. What a lame-ass creature Iam. Lame. Lame. Lame. Anyway, this day is totally cool! *smiles* I enjoyed my 3hour Literature class because of...NEVERMIND. Hahahaha! Im sooo afraid that someone will read this and mabubuko na ko. :)) Ayie. :)) What just really sucked was the guard at Robinsons. He wont let me in because Im a highschool student DAW and such students are not allowed to enter the mall until 5:30. What the hell?!? Im wearing a La Salle PE Uniform this afternoon! That guy is either stupid or ignorant. I mean, do I look like a highschool-er? Sheesh. Nevertheless, he should have seen my uniform. Stupid asshole. But everything's alright cause I got it my way. I want to scream at that stupid retarded man but I reserved my composure. After all, it's not worth it for a stupid guy like him. HAHA! :)) "Is it real or just another CRUSH?" Last Song Syndrome? =) Please COMMENT. |
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