17 ; Malaysian ; Baker ; Wishful traveler ; Book reader ; Concert-goer ; Trololol'er.
no chris evans, no care.
I grew up eating this colourful biscuit. These were probably the most popular and addictive ones back in the late 90’s here in Malaysia. I don’t know about most people, but I always ate the colourful and sweet swirl on top, leaving the biscuit for someone else to eat. Oh, memories.
And by the way, I have no idea as to what they’re called :(
Reno: It isn’t good when you’re on stage and the audience gets up and leaves. It’s time to pee now, there’s a girl coming on.
Linda Yablonsky: Do people really do that? Get up and leave when they see you?
R: They did then. Albany. Albany, I got kicked out of. I completely forgot about this. The guy paid me off to leave.
R: They weren’t coming for me, they were coming for the “comedy”—I was the middle. No, the guy before me talked about the color of his shit compared to what he ate. I swear, that is exactly what he talked about.
LY: And they loved him, right?
R: Loved him? He was the star. They gave him extra time when they kicked me off.
You know those book hangovers when you wake up in the morning after finishing the book the night before and the FIRST thing you think about is the book, and then you have all these feelings still and you don’t know what to do with them, and no one around understands, and it feels like reality is still moving around you but you’re stuck in that book hangover and still cannot make yourself care about anything in the real world because FEELINGS.
(via shutupmerlin)If You Are Reading This, You Are Awesome
Fans in Melbourne, 2012
THIS… This needs to happen here.
On a side note, AHHHHH GRAND PRIX THIS MONTH! AHHHHHH :OOOOO