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islands
I don't have to leave anymore. What I have is right here. Spend my nights and days before.
Searching the world for what's right here. Underneath and unexplored. Islands and cities I have looked.
Here I saw Something I couldn't over look. I am yours now. So now I don't ever have to leave.
I've been found out. So now I'll never explore. See what I've done.
That bridge is on fire. Going back to where I've been. I'm froze by desire. No need to leave.
Where would I be. IF this were to go under. It's a risk I'd take. I'm froze by desire. As if a choice I'd make.
I am yours now. So now I don't ever have to leave. I've been found out. So now I'll never explore.
So now I'll never explore.


Friday, October 27, 2006, 12:44 PM

and we reach another day of isabelle's boring life.

The day was absolutely, positively boring except for 2 things.

1.) went to the market in the morning to eat breakfast and pick up my grandma who's having her hair permed and cut in one of the shops. drank bubble tea.

2.) had a completely weird dream last night.

you know how some people forget what they dreamed about, luckily,I remembered mine. It was so horribly lame that i woke up with tears in my eyes from the stupidicy (is there even such a word?) of it. i shall now tell you all about the horribly lame dream i had.

i jumped into a swimming pool and realized that there was a poisonous spider in there. i couldn't get back up for some reason. i saw a wooden, yes, wooden door at the BOTTOM of the pool and swam towards it. unfortunately, it was tightly shut. There were(thankfully) some people on the other side and i asked them to help me ram the door open. But.....not before i was stung twice on the palm by the spider. When I finally pushed out of the door, i started running and found myself in a victorian like living room. (?!?!?!) I started reading a storybook. =_=. It turned out that the story was about me and i died in the end. (and that's when i woke up)

Funny thing is that: 1. How the hell did i manage to talk in water?!?!
2. Where the hell did a STORYBOOK come from?!?!
3. How is there a wooden door at the bottom a pool?

WTF. I must be mentally retarded.

P.S: forgot to thank carolyn for the wooden hotdog....dog(?) keychain.Thanx. :)