I suppose the time has dawned upon us all, to close a chapter of our life, a significant one, mind you. Horribly cliched, I know, but hey, it's a cliche for a reason. It's true and happenings.
What I've wanted to say about these 4 years I've already done so in the lil (okay not so little. big and heavy) book, a "Victorian Annuals" of sorts. I very much doubt it can truely be expressed in wor... you know what? Scratch that. Boring stuff.
So anyway, yesterday was the Linkin Park concert in Singapore, pity I didn't have enough cash to grab some tickets. Headphones cleaned me out real bad, I'm still wincing from the gigantanourmous hole in my wallet. Literally too. My coin compartment is torn and I drop coins periodically. So MC, stop tossing your loose change to me.
Sad really, I've just started to appreciate their slower and more melodic songs in Minutes to Midnight. Personal favourite's Hands Held High, but then only the last part, heh. Sorry mel, I'm still not a fan of rep or sequences with no tune or anything except some fella rapping away.
Today's been a long day. Hit the gym for the first (well second actually, but the first one doesn't really count) time in my life. Treadmill, then some other weird looking machines with weights (duh lawl) attached to them to train the 35824069204 different muscles in your body.
Here's something funny. There was a personal trainer about, teaching his client how to operate a machine. So he put his pin way down (HEAVY.) and demonstrated. He moved the key up more than half and let his client give it a shot. The poor stick man barely moved the weights a centimeter when a BLAM resonated through the gym. Rofl.
"Cannot cannot."
*Adjusts weights*
"Try again."
*BANG*
"Cannot la hahahaha."
Fine, that was mean but hey, I'm not saying I can do any better.
Satisfied with my black shirt and FIRST pair of sneakers. (Black too!) Hooah! Finally, a pair of shoes that doesn't look like oversized basketball Nike shoes. Go me.
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