Coincidences, coincidences

My grandma's new maid has always been talking about how me and her son look alike. The 1)height, the 2)build, and even about how our 3)raging hormones making their way to our faces.
Today when I was packing up my room(and my mom trying to shift the living room here and there), she came up to help.
She noticed my bass, and she suddenly talked about how her 4)son plays the bass also. My mom then said I always blast my music loud in my room, and how I stick to the computer the whole day, 5)so does her son. At this point she keeps on going on and on about how much I resemble her son, vice versa. As she continues smiling and talking about her son, here comes the epic win.

I share the same name as her son. Harris.


Haha, how many Harris' are there in the world who is (rather) tall and skinny, has some fked up acne problem, plays the bass and is some lifeless computer addict. Hmm. No joke eh, no joke.

Anyways talking about clearing up my room(den/mess/pit/sty), my uncle who's moving house has lots of unwanted furniture, so he's practically giving everything in his house away. I took his desk, which is like 10123403289x bigger than my old one, and 128319481423x nicer. Took one whole day just to rearrange and clean up and stuffs. And I'm having this wild idea of repainting my entire room in time to come, let's say December when I have a long break.

And Liverpool just suffered the 3rd loss of the season.  ¶ 00:41