As the bird prepares to land, i sat in my seat thinking things thru, when the co pilot announced that there was interference with the radar and they could not read..it got me worried of cos, but i was quick to wish that the plane actually crash. Call it my adventurous side or me just dread coming home.. Home to someone i would look forward to.. And no, parents doesnt fit the bill at the moment, them being whiny which is totally my doing of cos..since i havent been home (sorry cant blame me, im stubborn like that..and i like my freedom)
So back to me, i wondered if death was painful..is there an after life..does it really exist..or is it something that is beeing cooked up just to motivate ppl to be nicer now. if death is peaceful and quiet..im sure most would prefer to be dead. ie like the bf said, everyone is queueing up to die.. and i just sign myself up for it.lol bf will u die with me?i dont want to die alone..
heh..ive always pictured being dead as floating around in clouds..no idea why..perhaps ive seen too many greek cupids and such..u know those found in museums, churches,palaces and historical buildings.. anywhose, pretty obvious i survived the landing.. and a man wishing me luck on my way back to sing sing. right. thanks dude.
ive just realise how pretty boring things have turn out this past few weeks..its time for a change..hmm..atleast a try for a change.. since im already going to hell..i might as well excel at it right? lol hoohaa..