no use crying over the spilled strawberry milk.. there's still a glass of vanilla milk waiting for you.
I love me, but I hate me as a person. Not a good person, I tell you. I don't like to be called evil, but seeing myself makes me change my mind. Someone calls it human; I call it necessary evil. There'll be no saint angel without the devil. And the devil lurks, waiting for the right moment to get into action.
I love masks; I love wearing masks. They are beautiful and useful. I can decorate anything on them: a happy face, sad face, kind face, mysterious face. The mask can cover anything inside.
But beneath the mask, who am I really? Maybe I'm the lurking devil, or maybe the devil is lurking inside me. There's sin in my talk, in my silence, in my walk, in my stop, in my blindness, in my sight, in my ignorance, in my care, in my prosperity, in my poverty. God help me, the dancing fairy won't give me my innocence back.
having fun together is... well, fun. but it has its downside. We change into a dependent person. And thats ugly. We can't have fun if our buddies are busy. sometimes negative thinking rears its boring head. We become too wary and paranoid. We need them to have fun but we're not sure that they can't have fun without us. We feel lost when we're alone and it's like we can't function by ourselves. Then we can not breath, the first stage of panic attack before an invinsible hand clutching tightly to our heart, and we died of heart attack. ok, that's umm..
I love my keyboard, I love playing it, and the idea of producing beautiful music with it. The problem is, I never find anything I play beautiful. It's been years, and I've gotten better since my first video below, but still, no matter how hard I practice, I still think I'm not good enough, and everything I play is ugh.
I love drawing... or I used to love it with a passion. I know I can't be a professional, but at least I have hands for it. With enough practice, I'm sure I can tackle some drawings that seem impossible for me. But never underestimate laziness. That's what made me stop drawing. Ridiculous, isn't it?
Video editing is fun. But it needs a lot of time and a stable internet connection, which I don't have.
I used to write a couple of years ago before I decided to learn the language first to make my writing decent.
What I constantly love before, between, and after numbers one through four is reading. I can't stop even if I want to. Eighty percent of the things I read are not good reading, but as long as they give me something, I will never change my preference.
funny how i always become so sleepy at minutes past twelve when i supposed to start playing.
oh how cruel you are.
drop every drop escaping my nose.
snort every snort disturbing the crowd.
snot every snot,
oh don't look at my face!
for there must be a mess.
trail of liquid that having a race.
don't y'all need a rest?
embarrassing can't cover it all.
the tissue can't catch them all.
the pil will just slacking off
my nose still itch
and i still sneeze, sneeze, and.. snort..
(yeah i know how disgusting it is)
