Scary thoughts on the train

Not-so-glam Sleeping Beauty



Okay so i kind of filmed this whilst on the train back home from school. See how worn-out she was @ 3pm. Video quality is not even near satisfactory but it's alright. Her hair was disheveled by the time she left the train but she clearly had no idea. Tsk lucky she's not fat & ugly.(yup, god is still persistent on being unfair)

I would say she's inconspicuous, since her pale skin tone blends right into her white blouse. Plus she kept falling all over the place without her legs giving way to present what's beneath her skirt, quite pro i must say.

Looking at her, i tried to envisage myself as a grown-up. Not the that kind of grown-up, it's THAT kind of grown-up. (sigh)


Will my heart still beat thrice as fast whenever a KT song is being played @ a random place?


Will i have a body clock that sets me to motion 9am every morning?
... and then goes out at 8pm?


Will i develop a brimful around my calves?


Am i gonna rely on my Progear forever to get me around at night?


Will my hair become so bad I'd have to employ wigs?


Will i be videoed down on a holographic cell camera and be featured on a public blog while getting a 'decent' rest?


See, people like myself, we procrastinate alot but we do think a lot too! Guess it's inevitable to age as we are to have to contribute to the society someday yea. Well, all we can hope for is to enjoy what we're gonna be doing in future. Or at the very least, meet a buddy @ work you can bitch to or create a whole festival with just by making document duplicates in the printing room. To finish off, break the rules while we still have the time to clear up the mess (:
(Inspirational-sounding song comes in here, err.. something like Secondhand Serenade's "It's Not Over" which sucks btw)


Yeah, i'm done wording up my blog cos my usual photo spam tradition has been wrecked by a certain someone. So i guess growing old is one of my greatest fears, hope i get to do this with good company(ies)