My Blog's full of crap
& I don really care
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.Friday, December 07, 2007 ♥ 11:11:00 pm ◘
What to do?
Life's boring.. not as much as how I have to read a book.. my stupid parents want me to read at least 1 book.. or at least one hour a day.. but i read.. when they're not looking.. and even if they were.. they wldn't see a book if it were right in their face.. && If i don't read a book.. i cld jolly well forget abt playing any games for a long haul.. reading a ton of words is boring.. so to show them.. tomoro i'm gonna read the whole day.. and not talk to them EVER.. but of coz.. maybe i'll play at night?.. blog again.. blog regularly like mouse?.. hmm.. motivation.. coming from everywhere.. posters, people, bulletin boards, songs, etc.. songs.. aaaaaaah.. the soothing voice of someone singing.. can make u sleep, sing or even dance to them.. either motivating u to go forward.. or pulling u back down.. to an ever darkening abyss.. then u'll wake up.. & *poof* ur back in reality.. living in boredom.. like a prisoner in ur own fantasy.. block by a metal wall.. reaching out to touch.. but it's too far to reach.. how sad..
well.. beforei get scolded agin for not READING!!! I shld probably sign off.. so yea.. christmas is coming.. so get out ur wrapping paper people.. AND START WRAPPING THOSE PRESENTS FOR ME AND THE REST OF THE WORLD!! & BRING OUT THE DRINKS.. BE IT EGG NOG OR CHAMPAGNE.. OR EVEN COCA COLA.. PUT UP THE TREE IN THE COMMON AREA.. WHERE U SHARE ALL UR CHRISTMAS JOY AROUND THE FIRE.. WHILE U STAY UP LATE TO CELEBRATE CHRISTMAS.. AND WHEN U GO OUTSIDE IN THE MORNING.. FRESHLY FALLEN SNOW GREET U WITH THEIR SHINY SHEEN.. AS THEY SPARKLE UNDER THE SUNSHINE.. & PEOPLE BY UR NEIGHBOUR HOOD COME OUT AND PASS THEIR CHRISTMAS JOY TO U.. U HIDE IN SECLUSION BEHIND THE WALL.. and u realise ur living in a hot and humid country.. where summer is the only season here.. with occasional rainfall.. which is quite fun.. but ain't that cold to call it winter.. so have fun in ur warm house under the snow fall.. while we rot behind the thin but hard wall
