Rare John Mayer clip Friday, November 20, 2009 |
Let it rip.
name : Stanley Siong
birthdate : 16/02/87
university : Cardiff University
A 21 year old engineering student in search of the answer for the lifelong question "Are women really from Mars?"
Let it rip.
A couple of days ago I was dying for a nice big juicy burger. But right now, after looking at the pictures from a blog Merlvyn showed me, I don't think I'll be having any burgers for a while.
The pictures you are about to see contains excessively fatty material and is not suitable for the those with dangerously high cholestrol levels. After five pictures or more, you may experience a knifelike stabbing sensation on the chest as the arteries begin to clog up.
Consider yourself warned.
Let's start this off with a healthy breakfast.
I really like watching him play this song. I was already so amazed when I watchd Andy Mckee play it, but coming from a little boy who could barely hold up his guitar it seems, is absolutely brilliant.
When I was little, I used to pretend that my bed was a spaceship. Every night I would take off through the roof which would open up like a hatch, for random missions (most of the time it was to rescue a girl on some unknown planet).
There were imaginary buttons at the side of my bed which I would flick to power up the ship as well as order a burger. I remember how the burger would come tumbling down like how a canned drink would tumble down a vending machine.
Once my ship is all powered up, I would close my eyes and picture my spaceship hover around my neighbourhood for a few minutes before jetting off toward the stars.
I never saved the girl because I always end up falling asleep before I reached the planet.
But I'm taking off for good now. I'm leaving this world. I've grown tired of how things work. We are all hypocrites. If we consider everything, we are actually who we hate. I'm tired of gravity. I'm tired of how almost everything is bound under Newton's Laws. Every action, there is an equal an opposite reaction.
I'm off to a planet where perfection is not a myth. This is goodbye gravity.