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Written on: Wednesday, December 02, 2009
Time: 1:29 AM Today got a lot of photos. It was while uploading everything that I remembered why I ever stopped uploading so many photos. Blogger's photo uploading service is a bitch. I went back to Picasa and saw that I could select more than 4/5 photos and then click Blog This! But Picasa was left waiting forever for the service to respond, so it kept me waiting, so I concluded that Picasa's a bitch too. Votewa! Today was a good day, two contributing reasons: I sang Feeling Good, both Buble's original and Lambert shithead's rendition, in the shower. Screaming and all. That left me feeling good I guess. Secondly, I Got A Feeling was stuck in my head the entire journey to The Place, and it escaped through my mouth a lot. Tonight really was a good night. Alhamdulillah! NOW! PRESENTING... My father Hahahahaha no one saw that coming. Let's get another view, from when his hand successfully worked some magic. Bapak I think you studied too much. I think Mak looks superly duperly pretty. Did I ever tell her that? I should. Shoulda used my kamera ah, this's a lil blurrish. In the lobby, there was this frickin' house made of frickin' candy and everytyhing delicious. TAKE A CLOSER LOOK AT THE FRICKIN' PHOTO! Some idiots even plucked off cookies and rock-hard cream puffs. Those bastards. On to more stuff. Someone else's work, on a bench in school. Find it. This calculator. Remember this calculator? Well it was covered, every side of it, in girly stickers. Girly ttm, one glance and you'll turn gay. And some people thought it was my calculator. MY calculator. COVERED IN GIRLY STICKERS. thanks. Hahahaha you know I'm playin', 'tis all in the name of good humour. Study the photo and you'll figure out where it was from. I found it funny cos I read it as Stop dating Violence, like you can date this thing violence. A date-able entity, like, you know, geedit? Uhh... yeah I think I'm done. I'm all for crediting artists, but I dunno if he'd want his name associated with this hahahahhahahahhahahhahaha. One day after Haris and Haliim left the table, I found the top note, in Haris' handwriting. So I replied uh duhh. The Brilliant Invention by Fawaz and Muzhaffar Circa 2009 This is from a playground near my house. I swear the eyes freak me out. They freaking freak me out I'm not kidding dammit they work even through peripheral vision. I got to get me ass out of here. Or hit enter till the page is sufficiently lengthened. NO MORE PHOTOS THANK GOD. Actually got ah but wtv. I always wanted a life where I didn't have to answer to so many people, where I'd spend my time doing what I wanted and needed to. Own time own target. I used to have to do so many favours for people. The same thing is starting for this holiday, and it won't end till I'm in NS (CIVIL DEFENCE WOOHOO!!!! Please set your house on fayyah if you want me to pay you a visit in record time). At first I was a little irritated. Firstly, for getting myself in a position where someone could ask something from me. Secondly, for agreeing to help so much. Thirdly, I'm starting to have to plan my days to accommodate what other people want. Then I realized, that this is a good thing. It means that people need me, that I'm useful. And that's the first step to living a good life where you're paid to exist. I've mentioned that before some time back, quoted from Jonathan Mead. So now I'm actually happy that people want me to do stuff for them; people need me, and I like that. And when people need me, I might need help, and that will mean that I'd need my friends. All my good friends who are always there for me. I'm not mentioning family cos I need them 24/7 regardless of what I say hahahaha. But back to point: it means we all need each other, we keep each other alive. How cool is that. That said, I still like a degree of nonattachment, independence so to speak. Need when you can't do it yourself, not depend on people. Fingers tired, gotta stop. Keep safe get smarter stay sharp be happy be happy and be happy. Hello, Lypsink Labels: no ligaments, repotr, thoughts |
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