Hundred years

Love to see him banging on the black and white keys. love the concept of the video, love five for fighting.



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anyhow, as one who is used to being dismissed by the people around her, might just want to make this one point really really if you know not by now:

that i am no goody-two-shoes with a halo round my head. i'm just a really emotional confused being who loves being sweet sugar, spicy chilli, bitter gourd, mad chicken, prickly porcupine, bookish worm, pseudo diva, cinderella, air-head, smart-y, bouncy yo-yo, ...
at different times, or sometimes all at the same time. but figured if i had a hundred years to live, there's enough time to be them all...

and honestly, she has a self-destructive self-awareness, that might perhaps once again be dismissed by some who doesnt think she knows herself.. ah well.. He knows me- and loves me for who i am, that's all that matters :) i mean God.

we all learn new things about each other and ourselves every day. incoherent rants. that's the point.