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Thursday, October 22, 2009

Roar . today just killed me . literally , metaphorically , whateverrrr . i just died and nyeh nyeh .
woke up from some long and weird dream . nope , i didnt die in my dreams this time . apparently i lost somebody in my dream . like literally . like yknow , like i bring them out and they got missing . Like , woah , someone kidnapped her . yeah , that kind of loss . roar . then i got scolded again . NYEH NYEH . in my dream . hahah . somehow its always the same people . like natalie , jervenne and braxton . HAHA . i dknow why they always scold me . but i think its kinda weird . and yknow there was this evil person . i dknow what he did , he was just plain evil . i woke up at 3.17am ! HAHA , like an hour earlier than the time i usually wake up . weird . been waking up in the middle of the night lately . like daily . like weird . whatever .

school was . okay . started annoyingly . i dknow . maybe its the weather that's getting to me . not in very good mood recently . GAH . stupid streaming . stupid sec 3 subjects . rah . stupid 14 year old me . i hate that i have to think of what i want to do when i grow up now . i hate that i have to choose so many things now . i hate how its so annoying . and i keep hearing things inside my head telling me what to do . god , its so annoying . i dont like how everyone's telling me what they want me to take . it just adds on to the confusion .

RAH . i dknow what i want . i dont want to end up like 'I' in the day i met the prince , to regret not having done something because everyone else around him discouraged him to . it just didnt make sense to me . i dknow why people want people to study hard so that they can get a job that earns alot of money next time . isnt it just plain tragic to live to study to earn money ? that makes life so boring because all you do is study , eat , play , then you grow up , then you work , eat and live ? and i dknow why it keeps playing in my mind that most of the time , people are not doing what they love for a living and they only love their job because of the amount of money they earn . and the probably only started loving it when they started to earn enough money that they want .

and im not going to care about how much im going to earn next time . so long as i have enough money to survive . cos i want to live to do what i want and love to do . and i dont want to grow up and become like whatever i just mentioned in the above paragraph cos its just tragic . and i dont want to grow up to realise i shouldve went after my dream to become a scientist or doctor or historian or philosopher . cos it'd only be sad and i cant do anything then and i can only regret and go around telling everyone i couldve had a better and happier life .
but sometimes what you do just dont fit in with societal expectations and they'll probably just outcast you and make you look stupid . stupid world . ROAR .
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