Dear Santa,
Remember second grade? I told all my table mates you didn't exist. Can we get over it now? I'm writing to you this early because I really want something and maybe you've made your list this year in a first come first served basis rather than ranking us in the Niceness scale. I really, really, really want a scruffy boy who's unearthly tall. He has killer dance moves. He's apparently man enough to eat chocolate off the torso of another beautiful boy. He's Jewish. His love is electric. Rumor has it, he was bitten by a cobra snake in Arizona. Did I mention his killer dance moves?
I promise that if you give him to me, we shall love each other until we finish counting to (both positive and negative) infinity... twice. We shall live out his life's mission to teach hipsters not to take themselves seriously and to stop emo kids from being pussies. We would even make sure that mankind goes out in style. (:
Just tuck out the shirt, please.
How he manages to pull off the disheveled look still astounds me.
The uncanny resemblance.
Sweaty and sexy.
I want nothing more than to be in the middle of this. Haha.
YES! OMG! FTW!
Gizmo!!!
Hahahaha! OH GAWD!
During Nat Sci 2, we were trying to differentiate the different waves made by earthquakes as detected by the seismograph. So, we danced. P-waves = Cha-cha. S-waves = arm waving thing. Rayleigh waves = Spaghetti. Love waves = Itaktak mo. The latter two, three guys from the class demonstrated it, against their will. It was pretty much a WTF moment but it was fun. Then Chem 1 comes at 1-3pm and ruins my day. Kthx.
P.S. - Photos are from
Buzznet. (:
P.P.S. - All of the allusions have grounds. Really.
P.P.P.S. - Thank you. (: