The Bradar.

Right, so this is how it goes.
I was at 7-11, fishing for something sweet.
The chocolate section was a really narrow lane you know,
so theres this young malay dude, wearing really preppy clothings(u know, shades and chained jeans and caps)
(i know right, why the fuck do u need to wear a CAP and SHADE in a convenience store?)
(EXACTLY, I KNOW RIGHT, THE STORE HAVE ROOFS.),
was walking towards me.
then, i think he wasnt concentrating or anything, he accidently bumped into me.
then he was like,
"HEY BRADAR."
...
bradar.
brother.
BRADAR.

DO I LOOK LIKE A FKING BRADAR TO YOU?

i must've glared at him more rudely then i intended too
cos he was like,
smiling and said,
"oh, oh sorry."
then i smiled back at said its fine.

so.
as i was walking home, i began to question my feminince(?).
i mean.
i'm wearing a simple, oversized black t shirt(once belong to me bro) and green shorts.
whats so guyish about that.
i'm still a girl.
right?
girl wear stuffs like that.
..
right?


oh well, anyway, i had a really really WEIRD nightmare yesterday.
I was in a cinema, watching something.
then theres this guy, wearing those freaky masks, suddenly stood in front of me.
next thing i know, he was brandishing an axe at me.
weirdest thing of all, i could really FEEL the pain as he sliced my hand into half.
..geez, so real.
anyway, people said that to make sure ur dreams DONT come true, u have to tell it to someone.
well, dear lappy, u ARE someone. so yeah.
the next time i'm watching a movie, i'm keeping an eye on someone who wears a mask.

see ya,
Wednesday,
4.57 pm.
Azure.