underneath his beard so snowy white

I’m very tired, and there’s really no greater illustration of me coming of age. Before the 24th I spent the days on the computer, getting myself hooked on Flash games that ultimately had no lasting or attractive value, but since then I’ve had two jobs, few free days and a million people I’ve wanted to spend them with, to little avail. If you’ve been in my life since I turned 16, I thank you. I also thank the many visitors to the humble Tangs basement because while I’m not paid to socialise, keeping alive definitely is one of the tacit agreements we had, and you guys took care of that (some better than others). I’ll remember you when I become rich and famous and eat at places far superior to Thai Express. I’ll save you a chicken wing.

Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens,
Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens,
Brown paper packages tied up with strings
These are a few of my favorite things.

The only song on the Tangs soundtrack that I still can bear to stand is My Favourite Things (The Sound of Music), because I have favourite things as well. I like olive green and I like the breeze on a chilly tropical night. I like late-night MSN conversations and catching a shiny Pokemon. I like making people laugh and I like peace between all my friends. I like it when the Internet connection is fast and I like winning in table soccer. I like it when I’m walking alone with someone I like and we’re not talking.

Not anything you can get on a shelf.

But, uh, you can TRY – I can’t win in table soccer if I don’t have a table soccer set in the first place.

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5 thoughts on “underneath his beard so snowy white

  1. I saw a chicken wing that cost 600 yen in Japan. That’s like 10 Sing dollars!

    And uh, I just like spending time with someone I like.

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