Thursday, April 06, 2006 || What lies within ...
- I believe that there comes a point in time when strange things happen to good people.
Good people, like me.
Of my very uneventful Tuesday night, I worked and chatted on Windows Messenger until, say, 2.30 a.m. Then I blogged a pretty long, freshly-deleted post.
I then went to bed.
I thought about a lot of things.
I thought about my stupid job.
I thought about daddy scaring me when I walked into the house the other day by screaming "YO!", with two peace signs over his head.
I thought about all the guys I ever liked before, and wondered if I have lost the capability to ever fall for anyone again.
I thought about girls who ate buckets of food and yet never seem to put on any weight.
I thought .......
I turned to my other side and looked into my body-sized pink mirror at the other end of my room.
And I saw a freaking shadow moving around in it.
I rubbed my eyes, thinking that I was hallucinating. I tossed and turned under my covers. Until I finally got the courage and guts to look at the stupid mirror again.
And I saw the same freaking shadow moving around in it.
I felt an insane urge to scream. This is so similiar to the ghostly incident that occured to Jaclyn and I when we were in Frasers; the non-stop knocking on the door. But that wasn't substancial. It was just a noise.
BUT THIS IS A FUXKING MOVING SHADOW. IN MY MIRROR.
I know I'm vain, but did some vain ghost possess my mirror because I always admire myself in it?!
I proclaim myself highly traumatized. I swear, I am pretty numb right now. You would be too, if you saw a shadow moving around in your *pan-leng mirror.
pan leng = act pretty
The post before this was instantly deleted the minute I got out of bed with barely a wink of sleep. Dude, I saw a damned GHOST after I wrote it. It must've been jinxed. Omg
Face it, Liz. Start believing in karma.
There is a mutherfucking ghost living in your mathurfucking mirror.
