More Work

More work means less time to be lazy and I cannot be not bothered by it because I have to. If I don't, then I'll regret what I haven't done and rot in the wardrobe. That, I can say is a lie; I won't rot but will regret of being lazy. Those school work will haunt me. They interrupt me while I'm having my beautiful sleep and scare me forever. I detest them. I detest those who like to give me homework. I detest those who create homework.

Apart from that, several unwanted things happened, but shit happens just like everyone says for it happens to everyone. I wouldn't go on and babble about it since I don't think it's necessary for me to do so. Besides, I cannot be arse.

Alright, happy living your life people. :)

Something For The Ears

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Story Of A Fictional Person

This person is madly in love with a guy named Joe. He calls her John Lennon, but she's been born as Lennie. She hasn't been in love with anyone during her years of living. However, when Joe appears and enters her life, everything seems to be a blur and all that matters is that he is hers.

Neither of them wanted to break apart, so they spend most of their time together, cherish them all. Little sparks surround them, with white puffy clouds above their heads and beautiful baby blue sky as the background. No cars, bus, lorry or any type of transportation are anywhere to be found at where they are. Not even animals nor humans apart from themselves.

It is a world where only two people could live happily and ever so serene. And the only thing they need to survive is love. Love is everything.

Pursue

We all have some sort of desire for various different things. Perhaps a desire for a luxurious house, mountains of money, brand new car or even a desire to be beautiful. You see, what I meant by being beautiful is not on the inside but the outside instead; the looks.

It is as if being good-looking is something for someone to work their butt off. They thought they have to go all through those surgeries and buy expensive make-up to cover their true identity. It's sad.

The thing is, if they are charmer with a beautiful soul on the inside, then they're fine. However, there's always going to be a vice versa situation, and that is not good.

Also, I think it's such a pity these people would waste their money on plastic surgeries and so on. They could have donate them instead. (I only assume they're rich because those surgeries are fortune to pay.)

Love Birds

"Bet you can't even name one romantic movie you like," she teased. She felt smug when a few minutes went by and Oliver was still unable to name one romantic movie he could profess to enjoy. "The Empire Strikes Back," Oliver finally declared, tapping his horn at a Prius that wandered over the line .

"The Empire Strikes Back? The Star Wars movie? That's not romantic!" Schuyler huffed, fiddling with the air conditioner controls. "Au contraire, my dear, it's very romantic. The last scene, you know, when they're about to put Han in that freezing cryogenic chamber or whatever? Remember?" Schuyler mmm-hmmmed .

"And Leia leans over the ledge and says, 'I love you.'"


"That's cheesy, not romatic," Schuyler argued, although she did like that part. 

"Let me explain. What's romantic is what Han says back. Remember what he says to her? After she says 'I love you'?" Schuyler grinned. Maybe Oliver had a point. "Han says, 'I know.'"


"Exactly," Oliver tapped the wheel. "He doesn't have to say anything so trite as 'I love you.' Because that's already understood. And that's romantic." 

Addiction To A Certain Extent

I never really liked chocolate that much, but after seeing this video, it has made me realise how lush it was.