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JAC
060988
3/8 physiotherapist
loves God,
am anti-horror/ thriller,
believes in HAPPY FOOD
and happypeopleco.
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    Tuesday, October 2, 2007
    last night i had a dream of the texas chainsaw massacre fella chasing after me in my primary school. In my dream, i was a african boy and i seeked refuge in a blonde girl's house whom i met when i was trying to blend into the choir so that the fella won't spot me. I did a really good job hiding from him by running through this small room tt's like a bookstore and places which i dun recall anymore. funny how the bookstore seem so familiar. like i've dreamt about it since dunno when. anyway, i was at the blonde girl's home where i told her all about the fella and we were yelling at her mom to close the door so he wldn't find me. guess wad, he did find me but he didn't bring his chainsaw (maybe it's hidden somewhere). he came in and greeted her mom and even sat down to have dinner ( wad?!) and he had a really handsome face which must belong to some poor guy who got killed by him according to the original movie.
    i woke up after seeing his face

    this is the reason why i can't/don't want/hate to watch horror/thrillers. i have a photographic memory when it comes to images and a very active imagination. and i only watched 30 mins of the show at the movie marathon at susu's place last friday.

    hmm.