2008-05-10
Around the world with Timon and Pumbaa
One day...
I will get to sit in the swing-seats in the Cold Rock shop at Holland V.
I will get Vivien drunk long enough to make her go reverse-bungeeing with me and Rachel.
my room will have enough space to house all my books on shelves, and I will actually have a proper bed to sleep on.
I will have the time and leisure to read every book I ever procured.
I will give my Uncle Sasquatch a nasty surprise in America.
I will know what it's like to taste falling snow.
I will get a cat.
I will sleep like a sloth for a few weeks to catch up on all my sleep debt.
I will be so tall, I hit my head on EXIT signs.
I will sit inside a big empty cardboard box and slide down the length of the staircase outside the Black Studio.
I will do likewise, except on the curving staircase that leads to the lift lobby and this time, I will install steering mechanisms.
we'll have a Supersoaker war in school.
my apparent immunity to getting brainfreeze will shrivel up and die because I think I prefer brainfreezes to nosefreezes.
I will walk past a row of shops at night and every time I pass one, the lights will flicker violently and explode so that I leave fireworks and darkness in my destructive wake >8D
I will try one of those drinks with the blue fire on top, like Hades's hair in the Hercules Disney cartoon, and survive the alcohol content without getting totally wasted or going into a coma.
I will learn how to hot-wire a car.
the train will be so empty that I can easily run from one end to the other without banging into other commuters.
it'll snow in Singapore.
I'll invent a scrunchie that's designed to give electric shocks whenever someone tries to pull it off my hair.
I will be a jack of all trades and master of at least one.
I will travel around the world without getting myself killed along the way.
One day I will stop saying "One day" because I'll be out there living it.
My apparent idealism/optimism never fails to appall me. If I ever get struck by lightning and survive, only to suffer memory loss, please explain my personality paradoxes to me slowly in case the sheer complexity plunges me into a deeper state of vegetation.
feimao at 3:55 p.m.