whoever keeps telling me ‘oh it’s better to study, you’ll suffer when you come out to work’ is a moron, and should be slapped. i like my delegates. i like how they’re so concerned about me being sick, and gives me 49 suggestions of how to get better. (why 49? cause there are 49 delegates and everyone tells me something different exclusively from where they came from), and i think it’s so hot how my korean delegate swear at my computer cause he was typing korean instead of english. the staff here takes such good care of me sometimes i feel like a baby. and oh, the food is soooo good. it’s hard to resist not to eat them all, and i think i’m doing a pretty good job at that. of course, my throat helps alot. i like everything about being here. oh except that i had to come here so early in teh morning ):
i wish people would shut the fuck about about supporting gays. all these supporting gays reblogging shit is over rated and i bet 90% of those who reblog about supporting gays just found it pretty amusing that gays exist and decide to make a hooha about it because they haven’t felt anything like that before. i’m telling you, from a first-person point of view, that we just want to be left alone, and leave the people who are straight alone, as well as leaving people who dislike gays alone, just like how people leave you alone. it’s fine that tumblr turns purple for a day to support gay relationship (just btw, purple really stands for sexually deprived. rainbow is the official colour for gay), but reblogging without even thinking, is just meaningless.
while growing up, we never knew what our parents really meant by ‘choose your friends right’. we always act rebellious by hanging out with the people our parents don’t like, living by cliche sentences like ‘it’s my life’ or ‘don’t you judge us’.
while growing up, i was slightly less rebellious compared to my peers. i always try to adhere to what my parents think and rebel against my own thoughts. i mixed with the group of people my parents feel ‘safe’.
today, i’m 22. legal and grown. i realized that those who are, and who will stand by all my heartbreaks and flaws, are those that i thought cool, and my parents thought bad, and those whom my parents thought are the safe peers, are at the end of the day, the bitches who tear your heart apart.
when langlang walked into the hall, he made it so grand, yet so humble. when he sat down on the chair, i secretly wish he saw my fingerprints on the very piano that i played at the very same place. but when he took a stupid white cloth out and wiped the keys like a pro, my heart shattered.
nevertheless, LANG LANG WAS AWESOME. never can maksim ever match up to his standards. i’m jealous nicholas took a photo with him. )’: but it’s okay. maybe one day lang lang would be queueing up to take photo with me.
Instead of singing that the train is arriving, can we have something more productive, like in simple english “the train is approaching please mind the platform gap”. Or if you’re really out to impress, tell me about the weather. Or news headlines. And by news I mean news. Not drama. I never really had an opinion on the dim sum dollies. Now I effing hate them.