Almost Untitled

This is how he makes me feel every single day. He’s my bundle of pancakes and a spoonful of whipped cream.

This weekend, I spent almost my surfcapades (surfing escapade)

with this –> http://www.urbandictionary.com

I’m hooked!

They met in a bar, write songs together, perform together and soon they decided to get married. They are The Weepies. They are an indie pop-folk musicians and songwriter where one of their songs was inspired by a russian painter named Marc Chagall (song is titled Painting by Chagall). Because of their composition I learned to appreciate Chagall especially his artistic style, unique ideas and of course his own symbolisms with paintings. O by the way, here’s my fave part in the song

You’re the moon, I’m the water
You’re Mars, calling up Neptune’s daughter
Sometimes rain that’s needed falls

We float like two lovers in a painting by Chagall

Last month? Oh well. He surprised me with this.

Nothing extraordinary happened. Except that, he happened.

X blurted that I have Low IQ. It made me think. Sheesh I pity X. Lucky me, if X cannot understand how I play with my mind or how I sculpt my thoughts then my ideas are away farther than X. Lucky X, he/she will be trapped with too much junks.

“according to all known laws of aviation there is no way a bee should be able to fly. a bees’ wings are too short and their bodies too fat. bees, of course, fly anyway, because bees don’t care what humans think is impossible.”

See, Barry Bee is right. Go go go!