unfortunately. maybe my future son might be able to?
saw this on facebook, but.
but is it totally and absolutely wrong that I'm very jealous yet so wow-ed by this Korean boy? and this kid inspires me I VANT TO PLAY LIKE HIM! my guitar skills have been stagnant and deteriorating like my math. *gasps*
one day one day. i shall. infact my journey begins now, as a reward for starting on math early.
btw, i'm having a really geeky day, okay maybe just not today, but how cool is it when he printed the lips?
LOL. people nowadays are so creative.
BTW, i vant a nooka watch pronto.
or THIS. PAC MAN. ON A WATCH. PAC MAN. On A WATCH. nothing could make a person happier, it's like finding curly fries and Kentucky fried chicken IN THE SAME CHAIN STORE. unfortunately it's a concept. bummer.
but nooka!, i might take a while to give you the time, but omg, such a cool watch DADDDDYYYYYYYYYYY.
i'm feeling rather uncool now. -.- i feel uncool and hungry, this is like losing and being hungry GKRRRRR. lunch time. i'm going to regain cool confidence now.
today was a gmh day, besides the chem paper, and the temporal fever. for the toilet days and lonesome days are past behind me i thank God for reassuring me about the goodness in life for the fellowships and comfort some moments cannot be described.
there's something beautiful about a crisis. something amazing about a breakdown. inside there is an unknown 'pop' where everything that you've fought hard to keep in and sealed, is just released and set free. like a caged bird gained freedom. the knots in your brain tangle up and twist till it's become a huge mess, and there's no way to untangle them and then finally when you need them untangled, it gets cut in a single swift motion. there's a slight pause, you can see the tangled bits slowly breaking free in slow motion and then *bam* like a free falling skydiver the knots fall to a bottomless pit. that's just it, years and days and hours of just resisting and pulling back. and it ends within a millisecond. it ends with just a snap. it's fascinating to see the emotion of a person, the freedom of all the emotions combined, the unconscious loss of control of ourselves. the outburst. the point of no longer resisting succumbing to the snap. because misery loves company, and built ups always have a limit.
maybe in a way we're all just waiting for a snap something to momentarily set us free and release everything we've walled in. but we're all just really scared to break it down. because with every breakdown, leads to an empty shell, a void hole, a desolate area. humans are not afraid of fears, we only fear because there's no one out there.
but if there's anything i've learnt from life and the people beside me leaving (physically and spiritually) is that the feeling goes away. whatever it is we're scared of, or the freedom we long for. whether we enjoy it or hate it. it goes away. change is the only constant in the world. so after we're done crying and shouting and becoming another person, after we're done picking up all the loose pieces, getting up from the ground, there's only one thing left. What Now? we go through every single emotion ever felt, we get tangled up, we get released, and all there is after all the collateral damage is What are we to do Now.
i'm sorry tablemates, i was reminiscing myself, and i'm laughing so hard right now, i'm in the right mood to start on my 100 years of history in ancient to modern china.
this is roughly what happens when i tell a not so funny joke. and the picture sorta shows you the momentary state. Steph-farnie: and her " uhhhh okay" Me: it's funny right HAHAHAHHA LOL. profusely claps her hands or slams table with silent laugh ( yes i'm aware of my very unglam laughing habits) Jun: "i'm trying to not make a death stare but your joke is so not funny" look. guys check out our young look, the uncool corporate t we never wore again and our relatively smaller eye bags my fringe was so badly cut. SEE. haircuts are so terrible. i believe this is our first camwhore session. in anycase i don't think we continued the fashion. kay history bekons, bye now.
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