I wonder how, I wonder why... Yesterday you told me 'bout the blue blue sky
And all that I can see is just a yellow lemon tree... Haha.
Maybe I'll die rich. Or not. But I want to.
I wanna die :
- with no regrets. (Like that I'll be a happy ghost ma...No need come haunt you every other night right?)
- on a date that's easy to remember. Not something like July 4. So random.
- at least when I'm 85 and above I guess.
My Death Wish (Not the suicidal kind tho. Like literally, 'death' 'wish'.) :
- having at least met Sammi, Avril, Jennifer Aniston and Evan Taubenfeld once or twice.
- hawing wittle baby puppys to pway with
- a new computer with super motherboard, speakers and a fast printer cum scanner
- knowing how to play the guitar like uber well
- play the drums too
- eat what I've always wanted to eat my whole life (which I have no idea what is)
- grow taller before I die
- proud owner of a great body. Fat thighs be gone!
- maybe minor changes in my appearance (Not botox lar. More like losing some fat here and there)
- pass my exams with flying colours!!!
- marry a rich guy who won't divorce me for some young chiq
- do laser eye treatment
- if not, wear contacts (See above)
- watch all seasons of Friends & CSI
- screw people with my superb English (You wait and see)
- and since I'm rich. I'll buy a mansion in Scotland, UK, US & New Zealand. No castles please. They're creepy.
- talk to me cousins during family reunions. I don't like the silence!