She dreams of escaping. Of vanishing to a faraway land. Where fairies and gnomes rule the earth, where flying isnt merely a fantasy. For where the forgotten find solace, and where its home for the lost. The haven where tears are merely a prelude to rain, the hideaway abode.

tsk tsk here is a predicted conversation between william hung (american idol reject) and bjorn teo (taylor hicks wannabe).

bjorn: hear me sing, for i am the king of singing. all you rejects out there bow to me.
(bjorn starts belting out his rendition of clay aiken's solitaire)

william: wtf was that?! your singing sucks. even me (who simon insulted) can sing better than u. go home la boy.

bjorn: i can sing one horh! my soft toy spongebob heard me singing and he continued smiling. he liked it.

william: duh! a spongebob doesnt even have ears.

bjorn: but..but..but..arh! u are just jealous that i have the voice of an angel, the makings of a superstar. hmph!

william: oh yeah? what is it you have that i dont? what makes u special?

bjorn: because i wear COSINE BRAND SPONGEBOB UNDERWEAR!!! (flashes megawatt smile :D) i fold it myself ya noe. (: and also cause i use my showerhead as my mike EVERYNIGHT when i shower. as you noe, practice makes perfect :D thats why i sing PERFECTLY.

hahahahhahas. bjorn is gonna murder me (: back to top?