LOL I have been spinning pens too much recently, since I learned how to spin it around my thumb instead of just my index finger. Sometimes I don't pay attention in class, just look at the pen spinning on my hand, then I will go into this thoughtless state, like being hypnotised, and slowly close my eyes... and doze off.
Even as I was standing at the bus-stop today, my hand just went into the 'pen-spinning' posture automatically and I felt that there was a pen in my hand, but when my fingers moved then I realised it was just an illusion. Haha, I think that's what we call "habit is second nature"!
GLHF to everyone :)
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It's ME!
- Yuxuan
- Singapore, Ang Mo Kio, Singapore
- I was born on 15th November, 7am. School: Guangyang Pri Sch, Anderson Pri Sch, RI. Games: Warcraft, Audition, Rakion. Affiliation: DotA clan--XtRa. I am someone who know pain, someone you missed out like the windowpane...
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The 6 Ways of Rakion: Chaos Force
1- Quit Whining
2- Anticipate
3- Deceive
4- Act Quick
5- Take Risks
6- No Mercy
2- Anticipate
3- Deceive
4- Act Quick
5- Take Risks
6- No Mercy
The Man in the Bowler Hat
I am the unnoticed, the unnoticable man:
The man who sat on your right in the morning train:
The man who looked through like a windowpane:
The man who was the colour of the carriage, the colour of the mounting
Morning pipe smoke.
I am the man too busy with a living to live,
Too hurried and worried to see and smell and touch:
The man who is patient too long and obeys too much
And wishes too softly and seldom.
I am the man they call the nation's backbone,
Who am boneless - playable catgut, pliable clay:
The Man they label Little lest one day
I dare to grow.
I am the rails on which the moment passes,
The megaphone for many words and voices:
I am graph, diagram,
Composite face.
I am the led, the easily-fed,
The tool, the not-quite-fool,
The would-be-safe-and-sound,
The uncomplaining, bound,
The dust fine-ground,
Stone-for-a-statue waveworn pebble-round.
The man who sat on your right in the morning train:
The man who looked through like a windowpane:
The man who was the colour of the carriage, the colour of the mounting
Morning pipe smoke.
I am the man too busy with a living to live,
Too hurried and worried to see and smell and touch:
The man who is patient too long and obeys too much
And wishes too softly and seldom.
I am the man they call the nation's backbone,
Who am boneless - playable catgut, pliable clay:
The Man they label Little lest one day
I dare to grow.
I am the rails on which the moment passes,
The megaphone for many words and voices:
I am graph, diagram,
Composite face.
I am the led, the easily-fed,
The tool, the not-quite-fool,
The would-be-safe-and-sound,
The uncomplaining, bound,
The dust fine-ground,
Stone-for-a-statue waveworn pebble-round.
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