#lightscameras

Have discovered that i am not particularly photogenic. although, knowing that E's parents were watching did also mean that i was rather tentative about feeling up their son in their presence.

#let'smoveon

Love. He makes me happy. To the point that motive is simply no longer something I care about.

Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
1 Corinthians 13:4-7

#lesigh

I can't believe a month as gone. It sucks.
As much as I love seeing E. again, I hate leaving home. I hate leaving my parents because every time I come home, I can see them age just a little bit more.
And it sucks.

Going away to study for the last six years has been like escaping reality - the reality of having a disabled brother, the reality of ageing, the reality of a future where you can't just rely on being able to age peacefully and gracefully.

Therein lies my problem - having been given the a-okay by daddy dearest, I have free rein to make a decision about where I want to go for my clinical years. But sometimes, free will is probably worse than tyranny because it feels like my head and my heart are pulling me in the most agonising way possible.

#whyxcalizorzwhy

why would you remove your mass effect 3 playthroughs from youtube?! it was the only decent playthrough available because
a) the other boys play like pussies and
b) the amount of swearing accompanying your playthrough was hilarious
c) oh, you were awesome as fuck at insanity level

whyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

postscript: poor xcalizorz :(

#twelveyearsofpianolessonsgone

So there was a piano at the wharf today. Which is kinda cool because the city's a bit hip like that and they like to put a painted piano on the wharf for people passing by to randomly tinkle on it. Of course, the majority are kids who are simply dying to show off what they've learnt at the Saturday Music Centre from their Bastien music books. I'll refresh your memory in case you don't remember. But my purple book is clearly emblazoned into my memory.

Anywho, I decided to have a wee tinkle and twelve years of piano tuition promptly abandoned me. And all I was reduced to playing was that annoying song, well duet. You know the one. The one with the damned four chords that EVERYONE knows. 

fjksdfjksdfkjfkfdkj 

#HOLLAH

Enough said.

#hollah....I hope

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