Do fish have wet dreams?

credits to the rut.

Saw this while googling for a pen sketch of a fish. It made me laugh till I died inside.

Picture says it all.

Uh, trying to do the Crayon Shin Chan pose. Which I didn't fail.

Spock's "I come in peace" sign PHAIL.

....
I'm a good girl, with too much time.

Do you want to?

When I woke up tonight
I said I'm gonna make somebody love me
I’m Gonna make somebody love me
And now I know, now I know, now I know
I know that it's you
You’re Lucky, lucky, you're so lucky

Well do ya, do ya, do ya wanna 2x
Wanna go where I never let you before

Well do ya, do ya, do ya wanna 2x
Wanna go off what I never let you before

Well he's a friend and he's so proud of ya
He's a friend and I knew him before ya
Oh yeah

Well he's a friend and we're so proud of ya
Your famous friend well I blew him before ya
Oh yeah

Well do ya, do ya, do ya wanna 2x
Wanna go where I never let you before

Here we are at the transmission party
I love your friends
They're all so arty
Oh yeah

When I woke up tonight
I said I'm gonna make somebody love me
I’m Gonna make somebody love me
And now I know, now I know, now I know
I know that it's you
You’re Lucky, lucky, you're so lucky

Well do ya, do ya, do ya wanna 2x
Wanna go off what I never let you before

Lucky, lucky, you're so lucky 6x

Yeah



Oh this seriously made my many days.

Submerged.

Credits to deviantart.

For once, I don't really know what to write. Or maybe I'm just focusing on shit instead of remembering to shine (Credits to siyan).

Shit? I have plenty academically. After a strenuous two-week oil-burning session, shit practically hits the fan in the form of my marketing paper. Oh, how I hate it so so so much.

Then, the assignments in my pending list. Being entrenched in the business semester for too long kinda made my psych side go into an extended leave, which I'm forcing it to return back to my memory ASAP.

Other than that, I guess life's just a slow stream trickling down the windy path surrounded by sunshine and the occasional clouds. It's slow, yet when it reaches that sharp turn, it suddenly speeds up again, only to slow down back to its.. well, slow state. However, there's this nagging voice in me telling me to start taking action into certain areas, e.g my moderately excessive cussing. No, it has nothing to do with influence or whatsoever, just that I kinda subconsciously cuss.. Maybe it's just me covering up stuff, but hey, cussing excessively is never good, especially for girls.

Then, there's that metaphorical clam shell surrounding my heart. Not that I want it to be like that, it's just I'm.. like that. Kinda tedious feeling ya know. Not a nice thing at all. For once, I just wanna dissolve that clam shell and voila! Free-spirited me unleashed! If that happens, it's gonna be very, very liberating.

I kinda feel something's missing somewhere. I just need to find that missing piece to complete the puzzle.