Fairwell 2007

Why is it that just when you started getting used to how things are that things have to change? Then you think, could you be delusional, was it just you who imagined it all and it was never real. Yet whatever it is, it still inflicts on you and you end up feeling like the glass that fell from the 88th floor shattered into a zillion tiny pieces, and worst of it all - no one thought it's worth cleaning up. Step, step, step. Scraps of worthless junk no one lays eyes on.

Did you know that endorphins were excreted at a higher level when you're sick? I don't know how true is it, cuz I'm speaking only out of experience, but it makes sense to me. And so it that one time when I fell sick it made me so high, so happy I just wanna fly to the moon. Heck I felt I was already on the moon. XD If falling sick can make one feels so good I really don't mind falling sick more often. But of course it doesn't always do that. A few hours after that, I felt normal again and oh my god it felt really awful. When it's all gone. Back to the ground. Reality. Had to sleep off the bad feelings that came after.

Not too long ago I went to Disneyland with some friends and I discovered a fact: Big-asses mommas in themeparks are helluva selfish and scary. They'd take advantage of their asses to occupy the space on the ground as much as possible, and whilst waiting for the musical fountain show or fireworks show to begin they'd eat more hoping their asses will grow an inch wider to occupy more space. And if you so slightly touched them or their blankets, they'd stare at you it actually burns and then they'd push you away. Ohmygod I've never experienced something like that I swear I was traumatized. You'd have thought the babushka's in Russia were rough enough but these are worse.

Then there's the La Bohéme opera that Roy and I watched with the Honors College peeps. Our joke - all Roy's idea - Rodolfo!! And... ****. hahahah. POHI. oh and moheel. "Are you the man they call B******? ....." teeeheee.

Every time I have something I wanna blog about yet can't find the time to do so, I'd write them in a notepad file. So now I have a long list of short notes, ideas that are funny and interesting to talk about yet they were just that - short notes, that were never weaved into a piece of proper writing. That's me and Procrastination's everlasting love. We've been together for ever and it's just hard to be separated. Siggghhh.

But 2007 is over, and to him I'm gonna say, you're so 2007. I'm going to leave you in 2007 and move on. Fairwell, to you and you and you. It's been a great year, the memories will be kept safely with me. Thanks to all of those who made my year so colorful.