you were never one to annoy me. Yet,
Tuesday, October 20, 2009/10:12 AM
Yesterday night was a real bummer. My father, out of a spur of the moment decision which resulted after a bad day at work, disconnected my modem from its socket so last night, I was barred from assuming my internet identity(s). I was also unable to get my superjunior fix which was probably why I didn't get a good night's sleep last night. I think I'm going to buy the whole album like connie told me to.
So what did I do last night, you ask? Well, all I did was study. Yes study. Stop looking so surprised you haven't even listened to the whole story yet. True enough, some zzz moments were sacrificed due to my studying impulse. However, it really turned out to be more than studying. I'll explain later.
I was so bored of just staring at my dad wishing he'd just connect the damn thing back to where it came from so, I scittered over to my room and switched on my school laptop which I was only going to keep for one last night. I had to do something with it before I returned it to the mean old lady at the library counter. Something special, something epic. Something that won't last for one night. Something I hope to continue for a long time to come. Actually I just needed a reason to type on it. I just love typing on this damn thing. It's clickety and clackety sounds are so sexy.
A purpose in life is something you develop in a moment. It doesn't generate or take time to surface like a hobby or a habit. It's something you realise in that split second. This raw desire to do something fruitful with your life while its destiny is still hanging by a thread, unwilling to fall and assume its rightful place. Why the sudden profound thought? Before you start guessing, no. I've yet to find my purpose in life. But darn it, I was close. The split second didn't really explode like I thought it would.
Back to what I did last night. Unwilling to waste away my night, I whipped out my Korean Phrase Book (how anti climatic) and began flipping through it. It was one of those few times I did something because I really wanted to, and not because of tradition or obligation.
Reading? Hah, come on Namira, you must have done something more that just read.
Well I did. Not to worry. I didn't build you up to this moment just to let it crumble in a pathetic mess.
Or did I?
Impulsive? Or just plain nonsense? Worth looking into. ;)
So what did I do last night, you ask? Well, all I did was study. Yes study. Stop looking so surprised you haven't even listened to the whole story yet. True enough, some zzz moments were sacrificed due to my studying impulse. However, it really turned out to be more than studying. I'll explain later.
I was so bored of just staring at my dad wishing he'd just connect the damn thing back to where it came from so, I scittered over to my room and switched on my school laptop which I was only going to keep for one last night. I had to do something with it before I returned it to the mean old lady at the library counter. Something special, something epic. Something that won't last for one night. Something I hope to continue for a long time to come. Actually I just needed a reason to type on it. I just love typing on this damn thing. It's clickety and clackety sounds are so sexy.
A purpose in life is something you develop in a moment. It doesn't generate or take time to surface like a hobby or a habit. It's something you realise in that split second. This raw desire to do something fruitful with your life while its destiny is still hanging by a thread, unwilling to fall and assume its rightful place. Why the sudden profound thought? Before you start guessing, no. I've yet to find my purpose in life. But darn it, I was close. The split second didn't really explode like I thought it would.
Back to what I did last night. Unwilling to waste away my night, I whipped out my Korean Phrase Book (how anti climatic) and began flipping through it. It was one of those few times I did something because I really wanted to, and not because of tradition or obligation.
Reading? Hah, come on Namira, you must have done something more that just read.
Well I did. Not to worry. I didn't build you up to this moment just to let it crumble in a pathetic mess.
Or did I?
I like them Plastic.
Michelle Days decides to jet off to the ultimate tourist destination, South Korea, after splitting up with her idiotic doofus of a boyfriend, Ling. What was supposed to be just another lonely trip to a cold, foreign, winter country turned out to be more than what she expected as a bittersweet romance brewed along the streets and pavements of the land of kimchi and plastic boybands. Will her heart manage to get wooed by the suave stylings of this debonair Korean romeo or will she never again open her heart to love and all of its wonders?
Impulsive? Or just plain nonsense? Worth looking into. ;)
self-proclamation.
My life is not a fascination worth the scrutiny of those who watch over me. Yet, I live amongst thin air and sparkling personalities.
I am an avid fan of the KoreanPop scene. So bring me to the number thirteen.
read my lips.
they're watching.
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