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.daC.
01 Nov
coke light
dead cockroaches
slow rock
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
HEEEE HEEEE!

after the morning feast with the family, i popped a couple of vitamins down, did the prayers and took a short nap before i get up for work. i was early sia today! wahh..!! dont play play! i came in 850!!! Aleeerrrrr mak! :D

anyway...the pt im trying to make is... i dreamt abt Michael Jackson this morning. I was queueing up for food at Banquet...and he was in the queue at the next stall. So porcelain-ish la the face. and the nose. and the chin. I can clearly remember that the moment i saw him, and when he turn to smile at me..i said this "Hi!! Michael! Could u do the Thriller dance for me.. pweety pls!!!"

And there he was...queueing up for dunno what food (i think chicken rice), and did this super slick MJ move to Thriller! Power dok! shoes and jambol all in sync ah! so i wanted to capture this moment right? Not always u bump into someone famous in Singapore, let alone MJ! so i started searching and searching for a camera in my bag.. search, search, search! and the moment i found it, he's gone! like "ZIP!! ZIP!!" gone.

wah i felt so sad. really. we're talking abt MJ here. dancing for me. nvm if its at Banquet. But he's the living prove that dark-skinned ppl CAN turn white! tsk.

Dear MJ,

If you're reading this, i just want u to know that i love you. I love your music, i mean. And your moves. And even if your nose drops off and get eaten by Paris Hilton's chihuahua while dancing, i'll still love you. With or without the nose.

xoxo,
Huda
(MJ's No. 1 fan)

sigh.

after much thought....i think i know why i dreamt of MJ. Must be because Alin commented that my hair's like Rihanna but except i'm the white version of Rihanna! HARR !!!! MUST BE LAH!!!! but whatever it is...thanks Alin for making such a remark. If it hadnt been for u and ur words, i wouldnt have dreamt abt my idol..MJ! :D

heeeee heeeeee!!

ok back to work.