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Saturday, May 31, 2008

was watching barney yesterday (playhouse disney 11.30pm woohoo)
reminiscing those childhood days...
yes yes i grew up watching loads and loads of barney.
thats why i have a vivid imagination. :D
oh, i used to have a barney colouring book!
it was my favourite, too bad i hated, hate, and will always hate colouring. lol
so anw, was watching barney, and i realised that it felt to me now like a kids horror flick pimped up no doubt.
can you imagine dancing and singing in a room full of dinosaurs.??
worse, with outrageous colours...
how sick in the mind is that! zomg.
like savage creatures incognito, pretending to be all loving and friendly to gain trust and foster bonds so that unsuspectingly, when the fun has reached its climax, they begin to shed their purple green and yellow party skins and devour the little kids whole.
and all the joyful singing will turn into series of soprano screams before fading into a diminuendo of death's song in a minor key;
the last note lingering poignantly above the massacre, as the last of echoes resonate through the walls...

gosh. vivid imagination. *blames barney*


she's not here @

2:02 AM