The Life-Altering Screen
Though I usually only repeat Muse's Starlight over and over again sampai hilang siaran, I do have a music playlist. It looks like this:
Eric Carmen - Make Me Lose Control
Lonestar - Amazed
Chesney Hawkes - The One And Only
Billy Joel - For The Longest Time
Barry Manilow - All I Have To Do Is Dream
Whitesnake - Here I Go Again
Def Leppard - Two Steps Behind
REO Speedwagon - Keep On Loving You
Hootie & The Blowfish - I Will Wait
Bad Company - If You Needed Somebody
Human League - Together In Electric Dreams
The Mighty Mighty Bosstones - The Impression That I Get
Bee Gees - You Win Again
Take That - Shine
Citarasa luarbiasa?
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EGADS!!! I HAVE NO MONEY!!!
Well I'm never really rich, but...
Where DOES my money go to?
Parties & Hanging Out
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
What?
How many parties do I go to in a year? Zero.
Two weeks ago I shook hands with the half a million people who showed up for my brother's wedding reception(s). I'm still traumatized from it until today.
Hovid Quick Clean disappoints me. I am still forced to think about that 0.01% of the germs it does not get to.
*SIGH*
Imagine me at a party?
I'll either be the first to try to leave, failing which I'd be hiding out in some dark corner playing golf solitaire on my mobile or reading a book...
or this:
"Hi, nice to meet you."
Squirt. Rub rub rub.
"Hi, How do you do."
Squirt. Rub rub rub.
"Hi."
Squirt. And rub rub rub.
Satu malam habis satu botol.
Waitaminute.
Realistically, it's two bottles a month. Even if not much, Hovid still costs money.
Okay, in part, that's where my money goes to.
Perfection:
1. Lying in bed with Mr Darcy while Billy Joel/Frank Sinatra plays on repeat in the background. Or
2. shooting aliens while shouting profanity on the ancient machine. Or
3. rapidsharing and rapidstealing movies/animes. Or
4. rearranging things on my bookshelf, in my drawers, on my desk...
I have successfully become a sociopath.
I no longer have to leave my room.
Well except for use of the necessities. Of course.
Health & Vitality
Going to the gym is the in-thing nowadays. And so I stay away from gyms.
My workout methods?
Cardiovascular workout- Getting lost and walking for three to six hours a day. Forgetting things and climbing up and down the stairs more times than necessary.
Flexibility of joints - Forgetting the keys and jumping the fence. Clicking the mouse over and over again while window shopping online. Practicing the ROCK ON sign
Okay, so I don't fork out money for gym memberships. Where does my money go to then?
1. Drugs? Nope, not anymore. I kicked the habit. Come on, be proud of me, damnit!
2. Vitamins. Okay I'm a vitamin-junkie.
Neurobion - fear of nerve issues ACE + Selenium - self-esteem issues Cod Liver Oil - fear of the common cold Bilberry - fear of gradually losing eyesight Calcium - fear of becoming an invertebrate Extra Vitamin C - many other fears
Okay, so in part, that's what happens to my money - paranoia.Love & Vanity
I've stopped buying makeup and hoarding skincare and bath and body products.
It's now a whole new kind of love, it's something much much worse.
Maintaining a healthy and beautiful relationship with this here machine requires a lot of effort and ka-ching.
The N.DSi is just like a woman - requires tender loving care, deserves to be spoiled, must be treated with the utmost of respect, responds to the right touch... and definitely loves looking pretty.
You do that, and in return it'll deliver hours and hours of unadulterated pleasure thus making you feel like the luckiest handler on earth. Together the two of you will instill envy in fellow handlers.
You can't help but grin like a idiot.
Even though your pockets are empty.
Okay, in part, that's why my money's left me.
Books & Manga
When one has to have every volume of every title, imagine the hole in one's pockets.
Don't even get me started on Penguin books.
To this I concede, a bulk of my money goes here.
FOOD?
But not all the necessary kinds I'm afraid.
It's the Dr Pepper and Cheetos kind.
Oh tolonglah.
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Oh how I miss hearing him tell me he's not made of money.
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I should try to paint this picture of a wholesome and happy youth, who worries not much and has friends by the dozen.
I'm freaking out my family with this antisocial bit and they have been inspired to drag me to McDonalds every other day out of the sheer belief that Happy Meals actually do make people happy.
Yup, that'll work.