I can't sleep last night. I was too concerned chanting in my head 'hantu tak makan orang hantu tak makan orang hantu tak makan orang' to sleep properly.
I can't believe there's a ghost in my room. Maybe he's just trying to tell me to do my laundry. In fact, I think he was just lost. The toilet is the first door on the left. My room is hardly appropriate for ghost haunting. It's too colorful and I sing Cranberries too loud, not exactly ghost friendly.
No, I'm not scared. just confused.
Speaking of, the fucking toilet is gross. Ghost haunting sort of gross.
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
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2 comments:
theres nothing, dont worry. ive attended a boarding school thats 125 years old with all that whistling sound going on. just doa before going to sleep. you'll be fine.
thank you.
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