If you live long enough, you look back the journey you've been through, you'd find some intriguing rules, which works personally. 23, white BMW, X 24, orange BMW, X 33, metallic black BMW, X Run, run, run. For some peace of mind.
I was checking out at the cashier whilst I saw a pack of pink roll papers on the shelves right in front of me. I stepped out the line to the shelves. I could touch the paper but I couldn't take it out due to the high shelves. I tiptoed, reached out my hand again, yet couldn't take it out. As I turned around, thinking about when I would have time to buy it at another grocery store, the tall young man waiting in the line behind me walked to the shelves, just a second, the paper was in my hand. I said thank you, no reply as usual though. Am I really that short? Or the shelf is too high? Anyone else feels startled to the simplest kindness or just me?
OOO, my warrior, my hero, my l-O-v-e, how disappointed thou must have been to thy surrendings that thou eventually packed the luggage and relocated to the Neverland, where the purity of humanity shines like the warm beams dancing on curtains in a chilly winter afternoon, where the power of magic can make anything impossible possible. Stay there, settle down, go through all the processes of being a human, never come back. I dare you.
Hello, angels, thanks for demonstrating that you soar around me in this strange+isolated+freezing cold world. Even though I just randomly glance at the cars passing by. That day, they were: 555 444 333 444 999 The weirdest thing is that even if I don't look at any cars, they still can pop up on any digital devices. Angels, angels, you want to tell me something?
Was searching for tickets, wanted to enter the name of your city, thought about it again and again, could just recall the state's capital city name. On the other hand, another city name was so clearly merging in mind, so I entered it, a 1818 popped up. Am getting old or the self-protection mechanism was on?