my pops asked me what i’m waiting for
can’t exactly tell him i’m waiting to die.
don’t get it twisted i ain’t suicidal.
i’m not selfish enough to do that.
but i often wonder what’s the point of going through the motions to the inevitable.
Just a little rain
~it is the Springtime of my Lovin
you are the sunlight in my growin
so little warmth i’ve felt before
it isn’t hard to feel me glowin
~it is the Summer of my smiles
flee from me keepers of the gloom
speak to me only with your eyes
it is to you i give this tune
ain’t so hard to recognize
these things are clear to all
~i’ve felt the coldness of my Winter
i never thought that you would ever go
i cursed the gloom that set upon us
but i know that i love you so
These are the Seasons of Emotion
and like the winds they rise and fall
this is the wonder of Devotion
i see the torch we all must hold
this is the mystery of the quotient
upon us all a little rain must fall.
Good News, Bad News
- Bad News: My winter hibernation has left me skinny, pale, and dropped my weight to 125
- Good News: I can eat whatever the hell I want while I get back in shape
- pay bills
- grocery shop
- cook noodles. (yea that’s so asian get over it)
- spam resume
- finally make + send rj that resume. (got you bro. pre thanks and post thanks)
- practice practice practice.
toodles tumblr. enjoy the queue.
random late night thoughts
growing up it was never ‘try harder you’ll get it next time’ or ‘good job that came out nice’
it was always ‘how come they’re so much better than you’ or ‘why wasn’t it perfect’
kinda sucks when you actually tried and was excited to show your parents the results of your best effort and they shoot you down like that.
and then pops wonders why i don’t try harder at things.
i guess that’s something I’ve come to realize about myself. i’d rather not try because i’m afraid of failure. afraid that my best isn’t good enough. so i always lean on the mentality of ‘yeah i didn’t do so great but tbh i really didn’t put the effort in.’
guess i need some fixing.