so sleep alone tonight
Shu Ern.
16 earthling years. Gutsy and sarcastic. Mushroom on head. Hide sweets at unreachable places just so that she doesn't eat too many of them. Breed dinosaurs. |
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My thoughts
on why people would want to go into Uniqlo (with 910371839192719109 people in it) and even camp outside for the opening, *gasp*
I mean it's not just about looking like a hipster, right? Fashion is also about saving lifes (not so much) and that is much more important. I guess all the not-so-cool kids (like me) can't get on board and rocket out to such a cool place (Mars) with all the cool kids. =( -But I think I like Earth more without all the "cool" kids. Cause then we can all openly discuss how Powerpuff Girls changed our lives and not be deem a freak. Life's a bliss. Yesterday was....
. Spirit Day.
I'm a true believer of liberty and love.
Piling up the anger and drama
I was sitting on the couch today, thinking. And I figured a lot of things about myself.
Showin' some love, man
. To my awesome friend, Bao who takes my crazy antics and rants on Germany just as much as I take hers. =) She loves Thomas Muller who has Koalaty qualities . and
--------------------------------------------------------------------------- . On a happier German note, Basti as a Ballerina or diver or both. . and . . Point proved that two is indeed better than one. =D ------------------------------------------------------------------------- On a more serious note! - I'm NOT one of those crazy stalkerish fan girls whose head is filled with inappropriate thoughts. Why not live for this moment?
Yesterday is history ; Tomorrow is a mystery; That's why it's called the present. . . . . .. . . . . - And whoever who says this is a genius.
It's genetics, baby
. . . . . . I'm here coughing my lungs out. . . Did I mention that it's holiday, which meant I can do whatever I want? . . Oh, and did I mention that I'm asthmatic? . . Yeah, just my luck. . . . . . . . . . . -So much for snowflake and icy cold desserts. Buh-bye.
Fuck
I hate that sometimes the littlest (if there's such a word) of all little things can bring me down.Maybe that's sign of depression or a need of a therapist. Or maybe I'm just being devastated cause I feel ultra transparent. Or maybe I'm just pissed that I'm a screw up. Or maybe I'm just bitter about all that's happening. Noone ever give me enough time to speak. Noone ever really care if I dying or whatever it is. Noone ever gives a damn and it makes me not give a damn too. I just wished I could sink like the titanic sometimes. (Ha-Ha) -You don't have to rub it in my face, I already hate you that much. |