Pardon the rather morbid blog title but what with Michael Jackson's first year anniversary coming up, I'm inclined to feel rather depressed with the entire prospect of living and being hopeful about life and all the good gifts that it promises.
So day four of being back in Malaysia and how am I feeling? Rather dull, that's all I can say. I've been doing nothing but staying at home living a miserable life that follows a simple mantra that I have developed over the course of my boredom. Wake up, eat, play, sleep. Rinse and repeat.
Haven't gone out with anyone yet and probably because I just don't feel like seeing anyone during this short trip back. I feel like my needs to avoid anyone are being warranted by the fact that my hair is growing to a stupendously dreadful stage. Bah! Whatever. Haircut can wait.
Now, I've made some plans for this holiday, a list of sorts of things that I would do before the semester starts. I really hope I will be able to complete them. Another not so inviting prospect is the unstoppable and merciless countdown towards the 18th of July, which is the day when I shall depart from teenage hood and ascend into the adult's world. Can't say I'm thrilled. It stirs up mix feelings in me. On one hand, I'm really psyched about this whole turning twenty thing well on the other, I can't help but feel like youth is escaping me. Funny, coming from a twenty year old.
I've been living my life for nineteen years, nineteen useless years in which I have accomplished nothing extraordinary. Across the globe, people of this age have already had number 1 hit songs on their list the likes of Rihanna, or even scored the defining World Cup goal. Yet, I find myself encumbered by the restrains of life such as studies and financial restrictions.
Guess not everyone is cut out for big things. You really need luck.
Pray that the next decade will be better. :)
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