.. omfg *shaking*

omg, so currently it is 2.37am. i've been in bed since 12am but i kept tossing and turning and tossing and freaken turning and i just couldn't fall asleep! (isn't that so annoying?!!) 10 minutes ago i gave up and decided to get up out of bed and hop online to check my bank account (pay day today!). just as i was doing so, suddenly out of no-where i hear a freaken knock on the door! the front door! it really startled me! i jumped out of my seat and thought 'who the f*ck is knocking at my door at 2.30am?!'. for a mere few seconds (which seemed like forever) absurd thoughts came running into my head. for the asians out there, it is currently the festival for the hungry ghosts and it's been playing in my head for a few days now and so appropriately i thought it was a ghost or some kind of out-of-this-world thing! scared me shitless! i thought my sub-conscious thoughts had manifested into reality! at 2 freaken 30 in the morning!

then i thought it must be a police or something, like otherwise why would anyone knock on the door so late? must of accidentally got the wrong house? needed to use the loo while doing neighbourhood watch? i don't freaken know! and then, more realistically i jumped to the conclusion that it was some random low-life who wanted to rob us - while we were home! lol .. as lame as that sounds =(

ok i am rambling on. so i got really scared and didn't know what to do and kinda just froze. 'knock knock', there it goes again! finally after sufficient lag-time my brain decides to kicks in. i ran out of my study room and woke dad up! as i was nudging and shaking him to wake up, i think i ended up scaring him a little hehe .. 'cause we had a moment where he looked at me as if it was i who was out-of-this-world!

after he got up we both paused and stood in front of the window trying to peek to see who this maniac was. it was all dark and quiet for a few seconds - we assumed he had wondered off to find another house to terrorize but no, the monster knocked AGAIN. so dad opened up the blinds and tapped on the window and shouts "WHO DERE? WHO AH YOU? F*CK WHAT YOU WAN?!". as i peek through the blinds it turns out the freak is a wog boy holding a bottle of bacardi breezer. so i guess he must be drunk? nope, when he replied his voice was as sober as anything! he replies, "HI .. I JUST WANNA KNOW WHERE BI-LO IS?". what the freak? first of all, if he was a local which i am sure he is, he would know where it is! up the road a bit you master faggot! secondly, it is 2.30am in the morning so i think it might be like, CLOSED!! stupid wanker. dad then replies, "NO, NO BI-LO HERE! NO SHOP HERE! XI-TUPID! GO HOME!! GO HOME!!" <--- LOL dad is so funny but i shouldn't be laughing hehe.

so then after a few seconds, we see him walk away. *phewh* thank goodness. i tell you, that was REALLY SCARY. if i happened to be home alone when that happened i don't know what i'd do *cries*. imagine if i was foolosh enough to actually OPEN up that door? maybe just maybe, i wouldn't be alive to post this entry right now .. 'cause hello, he knew there were people home .. and my study-room light was on. thank goodness he knocked on the house door instead of my window. i would of really shitted my dacks!

ugh, it is really windy at the moment. my windows are squeaking and the security door (that metal thing before the main door) keeps banging 'cause the inconsiderate, low-life, bacardi-drinking maniac didn't close the door properly! now how on earth am i supposed to go to sleep?! faaaar out. i have to wake up in 5 hours *cries* .. going to be a zombie!

nitey, xox