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Supperdupples, dear readers~! ‘Tis time for another Confession Session! Yaaaaay...? Sorry, guys, if my faked enthusiasm came across as a bit too insincere. These past few days have been exhausting. Really, they’ve been just chalked full of early mornings and late nights.

I’m back, though, so... yeeap.

I’m fully aware how behind I am on my entries, but I’ve got to write. Sure, I can abandon this wonderful haven of journal writing, but with every entry left unwritten, a little itty bit more of my sanity fades away. I’ve foresee a long life ahead of me and I would very much appreciate if I will live it free from the monsters of my imagination.

And, although this entry was uploaded during early February, it was started near the end of January. See, after the second incident regarding me losing an entry, I now type my entries in Microsoft Word so I can save it periodically. Smart? Perhaps so, but it encourages me to delay uploading times. A half-hearted apology for my tardiness!

Anyhow, I don’t have too much to talk about today. I’ll try to improvise to the best of my abilities, but this Confession Session is pretty generic.

In the previous entry (if you’re a devoted reader of my journal), I mentioned hallucinations--my hallucinations, to be more specific. Some would call them ghosts or ghouls or whatever the hell else. Others might even say it was paranoia.

Always searching, that I was. Always expecting. Always anticipating. It came to a point where I believed in paranormal entities with a faith so strong, I wouldn’t be scared if something really did happen. In fact, there was a point of time in my life where I’d ignore what I saw... or what I didn’t see but sensed otherwise.

You know how it is. You prepare yourself so much for a particular something and the stress fades.

Anyway, for the longest time, I was wholly convinced that there was a ghost in my bathroom.

My bathroom, which I share with my sister, resembles a short stretch of hallway, kinda. On one long side, you have the sink within the counter that stretches around the back of the toilet. Under the countertop are two cabinets, one where we keep dirty clothes and the other where we keep female products. Along the same wall of the sink, counter, cabinet, and toilet (‘tis all along one wall), you have the big mirror. I am terrified of mirrors so of course I’d get a bit weary when going in the dreaded room.

But something kept me feeling safe. My voice.

In the shower, like most humans who have access to a shower, I sing. Now, just to clarify, I’m not a great singer. Heaven’s no! But I like it, and apparently so does the bathroom ghost. I got the oddest feeling that when I sing in the shower, there’s someone on the other side of the curtains listening attentively.

I was (and still am) under the impression that the bathroom ghost liked my singing. I’m assuming the bathroom ghost is a girl. She can probably scare the life out of me, but she doesn’t harm me. I trade my life for her entertainment. We’re probably good friends.

Yeah. I sing in the shower. It’s a confession! Kind of weak, perhaps, but a confession is a confession and all a Confession Session needs is a confession, so, yeah.

Oh, and why did I decide to confess this particular thing, you might wonder? Well, a few weeks ago, while attempting to clean my horrendous mess of a room, I found my stash of song lyrics. See, because I didn’t want to disappoint the bathroom ghost, I would tape lyrics sheets up in the shower to ensure I would get through the songs (and people wonder why I knew so many lyrics. Ha!).

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Smart? Hardly. I printed the lyrics on regular printing paper and taped it to the shower wall with Scotch tape. It was pretty pathetic, if you ask me. The paper would absorb the water almost immediately, and when it dried, it dried wrinkled. I kept the sheets regardless. It served as a memento, you know?

The compilation of sheets has long been recycled, but not before I jotted down the ones I found. Here’s a list of the songs I used to pin up in the shower. It goes song title first followed by the song artist.



Build Me Up – The Foundations
If I Didn’t Have You – Randy Newman
One Week – Barenaked Ladies
Give You My All – Eyes Set To Kill
Cat and Mouse – Red Jumpsuit Apparatus
You’ve Got A Friend In Me – Randy Newman
Grown Up Christmas List – Kelly Clarkson
Reach – Eyes Set To Kill
Winter Wonderland – ... A Christmas carol?
Ain’t No Sunshine – Bill Withers
Time of Your Life – Randy Newman
Hey Jude – The Beatles
True Colours – Cyndi Lauper
I Won’t Say (I’m In Love) – Disney’s Hercules
Greenfields – the Brothers Four
Rolling in the Deep - Adele
Someone Like You - Adele
Once Upon a December – Disney’s (I think?) Anastasia
Part of the Heart of the Sky – Some Disney thingymahdoohickey. I looked it up. Apparently it’s not from a movie. I wonder where I came to know of it. How mysterious.
Kiss the Girl – The Litter Mermaid
A Whole New World – Disney’s Aladdin

As you can see, I didn’t (and still don’t~!) have a specific genre of music I like. The list above was probably made over the course of... hm... I’d say a maximum of about six months. They’re only songs that I couldn’t remember the lyrics too that I wanted to sing in the shower.

Basically, what I’m trying to say is, I know the list is short and I don’t want to be judged on such a small fraction of my musical interests. A lot of songs died in the water, and some songs weren’t in English. Currently, I’m willing to sing Japanese songs in the shower solely fuelled by my love of that culture, but back then, I wasn’t so much of a Japanese-language-fanatic.

Oh, and did I mention the list is severely outdated? I probably made it in grade seven or something. Haha, how time flies, eh? Anyways, semester two started a while ago and I’ve got to settled back into school. I’ll post another entry soon... probably.

Until then, have a try at guessing the title and artist of the song these lyrics come from~! And no, these aren’t any of the songs listed above.

No I never get used to silence
But I don't hear, no I don't hear, I don't hear you anymore.
I know I had to look hard to find it
Everything, everything, everything is gone.

Comment below your guess and (assuming you’ll be right), a reward shall be granted! Or, you know, you could comment just for the sheer sake of commenting. I like comments. They make me feel like a stranger put out a bit of their time for me. 3nodding

I best get going now. I’ll see you, dear reader, next entry! If you see a sky full of stars, good night to you. yum_puddi