Missing You

Heck yeah, it's only been what, 6 hours since you left.

GODDAMMIT I AM SUCH A 'TARD.

(I hope you never read this post.)

I've always said that you're my idol and c'mon, I literally worship the ground you walk on. I'm like this leech who just sticks onto you and sucks you dry of interesting information; but like a leech in comparison to a human, you never run out of fabulous things and stories and facts to tell me, just like how a person won't die of blood loss due to blood-sucking leeches. (If you've got like, hundreds of them, that's a different story.)

Sure, you're short and mini-sized and your upper and lower body is disproportionate, but heck you hit a ball harder, whack a ball faster, run a race quicker, endure sports longer, jump a jump higher and throw a ball further than anybody I know. And yet you never really let me lose sight of you.

You're nerdy and as un-pop as one can be, but yet you set trends, you do stuff your own way, you think your own thoughts, you have your own principles, you stand your own ground, you fight your own battles. But yet, at the end of the day, you'll have the time to teach me things and set me straight; wake me up so I won't be late; show me things I never knew I never knew.

You're smart, retarded, funny, insane, nonsensical, a genius...

But most of all, you're an awesome brother.

I doubt the world has ended, or we'll meet each other only in our next lives; since the introduction of the internet, it seems that anything is possible.

But still, the internet is only just a bunch of cables running under the sea. And the sea is a wide, wide place. The internet can't substitute the distance.

I'm afraid that when we meet again we'll be awkward and forced, trying to bring back previous memories that are shared, yet so little surface. To crack a joke a expect a laugh, only to be met with a dazed smile, now that's a dream gone bad.

Still, as wishful as I am, I'm relieved, I'm happy, I'm overjoyed, I'm jubilant; at the end, you've got your life, and I've got mine.

Your life just started. Make good use of it, and most of all, be happy.

Nothing That's Worth Dying For

School has been repetitive, normal, tiring, with Choon Pong bursting out into song every now and then.

"给我一杯忘情水～"

So yeah, you can imagine how he's infected everyone else. Now he's singing Spongebob Squarepants.

I hurt my arm playing volleyball (Tythus laughed when he heard I play volleyball.) and the competition is tomorrow. Ugh... Pei En is feeling very low. D:

FAIL I found in Eng class today. I MEAN WTF MAN LOL.
"fiftheen" and "telcops"?

MY BRAIN, IT JUST DIED.

Okays should not be online so much. I has to do homework, but I didn't bring it, :\

Tee hee.

Geo Lens: They Are Scary

Before you read this post, please understand that this post is about lenses. Specifically MY lenses. Therefore, this post will have lots of pictures of me, myself and my pimples, and please don't sue me about causing you eye and brain damage, because seriously that is so not my problem.

Angel GREEN:

Pretty okay, not as scary as what you'll see...

This. THIS is scary.

o__O LOL.

*eheheheheheheheheh*

NEW BAG!!! :DDD ------------------------^

And after ONE WHOLE DAY OF LENSES...

Damn that felt good. (To people who may know me: Please never ever ever use this picture as blackmail. I swear I will kill you.)

Normal brown~!! Whooo!

Some Old, Old News

This is what happens when I'm online and bored, waiting for stupid fucking videos to upload. What sort of 2 minute video takes 4 hours to upload?

Hmm... Bought new thumbdrive because my previous one was destroyed. D:

This one cost me $70.

It's mini-sized, pink, thin and people have no idea what it is, despite the '8GB' written on the side. They also seem lost when they ask how do you stick it in computers.

I'm not sure if they're just acting.

I'm satisfied with it, as long as it doesn't fail on me. If it does...

You'd better hope it's waaaaay after The End Of The World.