Ah, youth. I used to eat three bags of chips and drink milk directly from the jug while typing my final papers furiously — and got myself stayed awake with black coffee and cigarettes.

“Amuse” is too far-fetched. “Stressed out” and THE NEED TO MAKE OUR ISLAND ?PERFECT? is all-time high.

I’m okay with the fruits and the woods. I’m NOT okay with the wasps. NOT OKAY, FILBERT. NOT OKAY.

My favorite is the snow-version. There is this jingle-thingy going on. Also, 11 PM version is my jam.

Dude. The kids on the game be like, “oh, Tom Nook is taking all our hard-earned money” and us the geriatric millennials be like, “WELCOME TO ADULTHOOD. AT LEAST I HAVE FULL OWNERSHIP OF MY OWN HOUSE ?”

Whatever floats. You can get a neat amount of money just by shelling seashells? I’m sold (refer to the comment by geriatric millennials pls)

Our lives are not fake. What fake is some politicians and self-proclaimed “world leaders” decided to throw hissy fit and attacking other countries under the pretence of “peace” which costing civilians’ livelihood and safety. I mean if you reeeeeally have to wage a fight with other so-called leaders, just pick a place and settle things with a game of UNO or Jenga and see who’s better in concentration and focus for goodness sake.

Living in the city means that stargazing is a luxury.

And it’s quite sad to know that the only way to achieve it is through a game.

But for now, it will do.

Tarantulas, man. When you are looking for them, they rarely appear. Then they just popped in out of nowhere.

(And yes, this is from weeks ago. I just remembered it now.)