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So much has happened since I last wrote, but i can't write much of it in here. I fear some familiar people have already stumbled across my xanga..
Isn't it annoying..how I want to express myself..yet writing it out into the public means I am expose to people whom I don't want them to read? Yet if i don't put a face to the writing..it doesn't feel as realistic either..
*flips a coin*
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Things are changing..and it's inevitable..because I was not there to feed the satisfaction...
My indecisiveness will bring me falling to the ground one day..
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How many people want to be famous...or has done something to contribute or change the world for other people to recognize?
How many people get to have a slice to be a part of history?
How can i be well-known?
-I'm not pretty or cute..
-I'm not good at acting.
-I'm definitely not good at singing.
-I'm not smart.
-I'm not particularly creative.
-I don't have many friends.
Gee..my list makes it look pretty bleak...perhaps for me to even get into the news is to go on a mascaraed shooting in a school or something. That would probably get me a lot of hated fame.
Ambitions is what most famous people have..but too ambitious will make people unhappy for most of their lives...to risk feeling unhappy because you want to be famous...or to be content and happy with what you've got..
In your eyes..I don't want to be like any other..
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I'm going to get a ps3 and a nice computer to play games on. WeeeEeeee~~
But firstly..i need to save up the money..
I'm being hopeful 
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I've waken up in the middle of the night..stumbled into the toilet with my eyes still half closed, to avoid being wide awake...
I've jumped back into bed, tucked myself in nice and comfortable, played a story in my mind, hoping i'll fall right back into my trance again where all my imagination becomes alive. However, all I got in return is moist eyes from multiple yawning...and restless turns.
It's 4:40am in the morning...and i'm having one of my rare insomniac moments...
I've counted sheeps...I've also repeatedly reminded myself that i've got work in a few hours time...but that's not enough to persuade my mind from being peaceful..where I could consciously shut down...
At this time of the night...i can't hear any cars driving past the house...I can't even hear Korean music being played from my sister's room...all I can hear is the soft humming eliminated from my laptop...the night has almost stood still...so peaceful that it feels uncomfortable...it's not often that I hear near to the sound of silence...in a way it has provoked my mind in having flash backs of horror movies that I've watched in my previous years...
I'm typing this entry, hoping it'll make my eyes blur...but it has only made my mind run faster...perhaps I should try to physically exhaust myself, so my mind would have no choice but to hibernate along with my other organs...
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