mimic the sound of… you know… going to the toilet

Hello,

Here is a quick story about an awkward encounter.

Last Monday I had my finance mid semester exam. Unexpectedly I found the exam quiet easy (maybe this was because we were allowed a cheat sheet) regardless, I had found myself in the unusual situation of finishing an exam early.

So then I was confronted with the choice of either leaving early and waiting for my friend Nam down stairs, or to sit there and wait for my friend Nam to finish and walk out together. Coming to a conclusion that both ways involved waiting for Nam I has chosen to sit there quietly until the exam had ended. (Nam also finished soon after and wasn’t too worried about waiting because he had a chance to look at NamGirl from afar XD)

However, this wait was a good twenty minutes. I needed something to do to stop me from double guessing my answers and changing them. So I decided to visit the bathroom.

Unfortunately, it was only after I had stood up and walked over to the bathroom that I had remembered that a supervisor will walk in with you when you visit the bathroom to make sure that you are not cheating.

So what was I to do? A thousand thoughts started rushing through my head, one of them being walking into a cubicle and start swishing the water inside the toilet bowl with my hands to mimic the sound of… you know… going to the toilet. After walking very slowly to the entrance of the bathroom. I decided to just wash my hands.

And so I started washing them.

As I continued I glanced over at the old man though the reflection of my mirror where I had noticed that he had the most suspicious face on in the world. Trying to look in conspicuous I stopped washing my hands and walked around the corner to dry them at the dryer.

Big mistake.

The old man then followed me around the corner and asked me to pull our my pockets.

Here, I panicked and did as I was told. Again, I had forgotten that I had left my bus ticket in my pocket unsure if i was going to get into trouble for this, I slowly pulled out the ticket. Without notice, the old man had already snatched it from my hand only to realizing that it was only bus ticket. I was set free.

So yeah that was awkward…

- encounter timothy

Love this.

Hey everyone,

After some inspiration (or what I’ve come to call “ideas stealing”) I’m going to write this blog entry.

Alright. Here we go. Here is my attempt to write an emo blog entry about an emotion, a feeling, the unexplainable.

Love.

Hokay. okay. alright.

I don’t think there is one way to explain or define what “love” really is, other then starting of by saying that love is something that means something completely different to one person to another. Everyone has their own story. Everyone, to one of their own.

So whats my story? What is my version of love?

For me love is something that you have to believe in. It isn’t something that can be so easily explained. Love is something that can make you feel extremely high! but at the same time, especially if you lose it, it could also make you feel like shit.

This is mostly due to the fact that:

Love is a risk. It is the part of taking chances, gambling everything you have, your trust, your feelings, your past, present and future, everything that defines you as a person.

When we fall in love with someone, we take all the things that scared little kid inside us has hidden, the things that he or she has sealed envelope, in a small box, inside a bigger box, wrapped in a chain, locked with a lock, placed in the darkest corner, covered in dirty clothes, under the bed, in our closet,  in our minds.

We take these things, that we took so long to hide and even longer to re-open, and shove it down that someone’s throat, hoping and praying that they can swallow it rather then explode, we want them to turn back to us with a funny smirk and ask for more.

And when we find that one person that takes these things with them, all of a sudden you feel incredibly lighter. A sense of euphoria surrounds the scared little kid in the dark inside, as he or she has finally found someone that they can finally play with. Analogy Queen! p-ch!

Its taking that risk. That’s how it starts…
When people say “its better to have loved and lost then never to have loved at all” I think you have to keep in mind that this is talking about a love that has passed and not one that has been torn apart. Because in my opinion the worst type of love (the one that hurts the most) is a love that is one sided.
Often people seem to forget the small things about love that makes it so special.

The feeling of not knowing what the hell you are doing with someone, who in your eyes, just seems so perfect.

I’m the girl with the braces.

- lover timothy

I have a small story

Hi,

A quick post before bed tonight. I’m not sure if these gigantic milk cartons are still up but if you haven’t been to the city lately go check them out. I think its an ad for Moove flavored milks and yeah there are like random giant milk cartons set up around central.

But I’ve got more then just these pictures I have a small story that goes with them as well! It goes like this:

My friend and I were walking past these massive cartons and as we were walking past I was dared to climb up on top of one of them.

And so I did.

As I got on top of one of them and turned around for my friend to take a picture of me, another group of people walked past and this random girl started taking pictures of me while I was up there…

and yeah… it was weird and awkward.

the end.

- crappy-blogger timothy