A Song for You

From: My Dad Is A FOB

dad: we go to NY from 5/23 to 5/28, i can pick you up after 5/28.
me: okay, if you can’t no worries you can stay longer in NY if you want
dad: no,we miss you we want to pick you up. just kidding,that is tour package, can not stay one minute longer.

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Friend: What’s the difference?
Dad: If you wanna die, you eat dis one. If you dont wanna die, you eat dis one.

Silence.

Me: He means diet.

Lacking

Ever since I’ve gotten back from Australia life has seemed to be a bit too mundane for my liking. There’s no zest in life, none of that oohm that was previously abundant (or perhaps there wasn’t any to begin with, just that I’ve only discovered the lack of it). Or maybe all I really need to do is to pull up my socks and start doing things that matter.

Like studying.

But studying is a boring thing indeed. So boring that there are no words that can capture its lack of emotions, so boring that even the birds yawn at it. So boring that it defeats the very purpose it was there for.

Sometimes memorizing things can be so much more interesting than understanding things. Being able to see what you study makes a lot of difference in your attitude.

And now I’m typing incomprehensible garbage that’s keeping me up at night.