mixed rice

Front row tickets to Bibap, a photo with the casts of Bibap, desert at swensens and new kicks. My Saturday was good.

type.

I am definitely not the type to go home after a long day and just tell people about my day like they know who the people at work/school are.
Like my sister for example. Everyday she'd come home from work and tell us what happens at work for usually one hour that it seems by now we know who exactly she works with and how they are like.

But i am definitely not that kind of person.

irrelevant photos, to show how annoying and typical i am.

finally a thursday. a few more hours and another day of school until i can feed my concert-deprived self at secret's fanmeet tomorrow. 

anyway my body clock doesnt seem to work well for me, i got up late for a few days straight and didn't attend school because i woke up at 7. that was.. nice. 

aaaanyway my art question paper is already given out for the mid year exams and i'm indecisive between fantasy or special occasion. between expressing about how i feel in a place full of people or the things that i know are far beyond my limits.

Human beings had no right to complain about music of any kind. The pandemonium that went on in their heads every waking hour was a hundred times noisier than any thrash-metal band, more chaotic than a bunch of sugar-rushing ten-year-olds with trumpets. If only they could hear themselves. Midnighters, The Secret Hour. 

"a trouble shared is a trouble halved - just as a meal is"

this blog is as good as dead. i'm not inspired at all to write anything that's worth reading, at least, what more entertaining. throughout the whole week i promised myself that i should be making a post to revive this blog but i'm such an ace procrastinator, and look, it's sunday already.

i've been reading lately, well at least more than i ever had from last year. and i'm ready to set my priorities right once school reopens. i dont know what i've been doing since the past 3 months. 

anyway, promise that i'll blog more often (more like a promise for myself hah) and here are some unrelated and cat pictures. enjoy and have a nice rainy day n_n 

'well, a trouble shared is a trouble halved - just as a meal is,' said alan after a pause, eyeing the biscuits in cat's hand. 'i have not filled my belly for several days, and while i would be delighted to be advised of your predicament, i'm sure i should make a better audience were my hearing not drowned out by the grumblings and eructations consequent to the nagging void in my belly." the most amusing dialogue i've read throughout the book. 

ranting port

you know what i find rude? when people degrade/curse at your own preferences.
for example, i was watching running man on my playbook the other day and this class mate of mine glanced over what i was watching and then gave my playbook the finger.
he then proceeded to blab about how annoying and gay koreans are.

i mean, i get that maybe your preferences on mine dont suit well, but you don't need to be rude. you don't see me cussing at the singers that you listen to, do you?