shoot the moon

WEEK FIVE IS ENDING, AND I HAVE PROCEEDED NO FURTHER FROM WHERE I HAD STARTED. The readings have managed to balloon to a swell number of TWENTY-THREE! HAHAHA, oh, this is what people meant by 苦笑. Change is occurring all around, and I don't quite know what to make of it. Sitting pretty in the eye of the storm sounds like a nice position to be, but eventually, it would be all gusty winds and pelting rain. Click click click, I wish I had a pair of sparkly red shoes to bring me far away from here. Away from deadlines, and projects, and expectations that I dread to attempt to live up to. To change or not to change?; EITHER WAY IT DOES NOT MATTER IF I AM NOT WORKING HARD. Keep your head downnnnn (kpop stans around the world, unite~) and jibae kajima to watch hours and hours of porous, vacuous shows. Okay, baby good night! Norah Jones, let your soothing voice and languorous tone work your mazzik, mazzik, mazzik.


The insane people who are currently keeping me relatively sane. :D