im starting to have this habit of having to snap or pop my wrists. *SNAP* it provides such amazing sense of relief. as if my joints got so stiff at its wrist-y ends that i need to snap it to release my excess nitrogen in my bones. or so thats what i heard, the need to snap or pop your wrists comes from the excess gas in your bones. on how the gas got into the bones, i have no idea. i just assume its the cause of fart build-up in your hindy.
i brought my holga out yesterday, hoping to snap (pun?) some photos. which i did. a couple of shots? it was jerald’s 21st birthday. which honestly, i never found the possibility to picture him as a 21yo kid. i only could picture this kid as a 16yo. flattering isn’t it? i wished someone writes something like this about me too. “never found the possibility to picture [me] as a xx yo. i only could picture her as a 14yo.” pwoah. \m/ shawn & i went shopping for his birthday present, and got him an Undefeated new era cap, which jerald has been hoping for. had rosti for his birthday dinner. it was a small celebration. the birthday boy and 4 of his friends (which of course that included shawn & i). it was all good.
ah, anyway since i am home today. im thinking of drawing something stupid and do some major ass coloring with color pencils to exercise these rusty constantly-need-snapping wrists of mine.
wish me luck and pray for me that my wrists don’t fracture.
