Watch And Learn

Trivial lifestyles, like eating an apple once a day should not be applicated into what you would call your life.

I don't really care, and I know I have really awesome eyes.

As a regular rulebreaker, I have always dreamed of entering someone's house with the intention to steal/kidnap/paint a large picture of a blue hippo outside their door. It's rewarding. It's therapheutic. Call it whatever. It's insanity.
You probably could not imagine the faces of those that wakes up to a hippo staring back at them. The blurry image, formed from their not-fully functional sight could create what we call a very large horny light blue spandex wearing kidnapper with an insight of a crocodile. Terrifying.

Join the circus of people while you're there.

I can't really tell if I'm depressed, mad, or just no longer redundant. A big void, which I usually ignore by filling it with food and awkward posterior of a lightpost. It has no sense. This line makes no sense. This whole blog makes no sense.

I don't act like the way I use to. Maturity? Maybe, but it's a thing you yearn after being an "adult" for 3 years. You obviously want to go back into the playground and slide into that loopy rainbow tube,which, you can't fit in anymore. Or play in the river, catching prawns and silly little fishes that you can't remember their names. Childhood.

Probably the thing that could bring me back to joy is a mille crepe, with awesome mango, or some shizz similar to it. Or baked fish with lemon butter sauce, served on french fries. Food is good, and it's better if you can make it on your own, provided, it, does, not, suck. That, or mamak. Transfer Road, I'm eyeing on you.

So now that both of my best doodbuddies are not here, for 1 year, I'll have to dig out my own way of entertainment. Time to get a blue spandex and learn the art of animal printing.

Or I could just dim the lights, and go webby with someone.

The reward is gold.