with parents around. As much as I try to pull a straight face, it is just weird.
It is universally weird! But why??
Is it because Parent’s carnal pleasure = me?
Is it weird for them when I’m around when they listen to sex talks…..
No I’m not obsessed about sex.
Oh, and back to my stupid 2000 word essay.
And here I am, all alone in the lobby.
Been one year and a little bit more since I joined KR, (no this is not a overflowing sentimental post), just feel that despite the time and frustrations sometimes, and the wee expensive fees, there are really more priceless things that couldn’t be bought. I don’t regret the decision, but I think it’s time for a change..
Before I sloth my night away in java and linked lists, I shall post my beautiful photos. :D
Just received it in the post, my grandpa spent a few hundred RMB just to send it over…zzz…there should be discounts for senior citizens!
Yup. Although the poses and the dresses and the settings are, KITSCHY, yes this is a new word I’ve learnt from school, but I am just chio. I mean, Look at THAT! ignore the big-small eyes, they are due to bad eye make up and the fake eyelash dropping down.
Anyhow I think every girl should have an album like this. It makes you feel good about yourself. Or if you don’t need it to help you feel good, you can always show it off to those who don’t have.
If I could, I would totally just live in my dreams, it’s much more exciting than real life as I am living right now. Last night’s dream is still revolving in my mind, and I would give anything to make it come true.
The story goes largely like this:
My sudden desire to go to Japan, I felt as if I had to go, for some reason I cannot explain. So I managed to convince someone, and my parents, somehow, and yes I was heading to the airport in a huge taxi containing people in different sizes, literally. And so I arrived in Japan, and I roam around speaking my broken Japanese, until I met this guy whose name I remember vaguely was Hanto. So he happened to be able to read my sign languages and he brought me around, until at night I had to find a hotel to settle down, he offered his home. I gladly accepted seeing no visible danger I followed him to his house and this is where the story start to get exciting.
Hanto belong to a family of many many family members, each has their own special abilities, but all damn goodlooking, wakakka, its MY dream. The feel is like watching some anime, somewhat like Fushigi Yuugi, like you are surrounded by talented good-looking people who all happen to be interested in the boring you. That sounds very Otaku-ish. but nvm it doesn’t happen in reality, but it can happen elsewhere. So begins my interesting trip in Japan’s mysterious world!
I went to their amusement park, which is hideously designed and horrifyingly fun. The most memorable one is one where a handful of people lie about in the centre of this muddy disk, and then the disk will start turning, and there will be short walls that overlap each other with a small gap in between. As the disk turns faster and faster, we will start spinning around together with the mud, and naturally will collapse into the short walls, the main point is to slide yourself through the gaps in between and find the slide that leads back to the ground, not all gaps lead you to a slide, that’s the catch. Basically alot of spinning.
Those were the ones that I am sure had been in my dream, but I have that feeling that my dream is definitely more than that, just that I can’t remember, it is a magical dream, and I remember the first thought I had after opening my eyes is to make this dream into a game. It’s a thought hard to convey. But I am glad I had this dream. If only I am so daring in person as I was in my dream.
