One day

I will have stairs in which I can store books. So.. a stairbookcase.

Something like:

But not quite.

More like:

But then not so ugly. And I want it to look like the books are holding up the stairs. Like the books are the stairs.
Yeah. One day.


Lyrics of the song I posted in my previous blog:

What's your problem?

Are you dumb?

What's your problem?
Didn't you get enough love from your mom?

What's your problem?

PMS?

What's your problem?

Is your work causing you too much stress?

And what's your goal?

Do you want me to stop?

Singin' songs,

and writing blogs?

And what's your goal?

Do you want me to stop?

Making videos,

and giving shows?

Well if you think you can make me stop,

then clearly, you don't know me

well enough

What's your problem?

Green with envy?

What's your problem?

Do you fancy me?

What's your problem?

Too much time on your hands?

What's your problem?

Can't get any one night stands?

What's your problem?

Did you get sacked?

What's your problem?

Did you get hacked,

yourself and now you want revenge?

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