But who could bear to know which stars were already dead

When we were five, they asked us what we wanted to be when we grew up. Our answers were things like astronaut, president, or in my case… princess.

When we were ten, they asked again and we answered - rock star, cowboy, or in my case, gold medalist. But now that we've grown up, they want a serious answer. Well, how 'bout this: who the hell knows?!

This isn't the time to make hard and fast decisions, its time to make mistakes. Take the wrong train and get stuck somewhere chill. Fall in love - a lot. Major in philosophy 'cause there's no way to make a career out of that. Change your mind. Then change it again, because nothing is permanent.

So make as many mistakes as you can. That way, someday, when they ask again what we want to be… we won't have to guess. We'll know.

Goodday mate!

Happy Tuesday, happy post-SPM, happy one-step-closer-to-the-future.

It's a day after the long SPM. I expected fireworks to be going off everywhere and that life will be totally transformed into something of another level but no... It's still same-old same-old. The only significant difference is that I could afford to think 'what am I gonna do after this', when before yesterday, the answer was clear. Studying. But now, my table(s) is(are) empty once again, and well, there's no reason to be productive anymore. It just feels like I have all the time in the universe. No more deadlines, no more feeling guilty for having too much fun, no more being responsible to the cert I'm gonna get next March. 

Frankly, I don't give a shit about next March at all right now. Sure sure, I want all 10As but right now, I just don't want to think about it. It's way to far in the distant. And I'm really really sick feeling worried about that piece of stupid paper that will probably have no effect on my life at all. 

The truth is, I guess being free from all the torturous mugging has had me wiped out. Like seriously. I don't wanna think about anything. I just want everyday to pass, happily and well, till it's time to leave for vacay and than college.  

So this morning, I reached an epiphany. We're 21 days away from Christmas and 26 days away from 2013. 

*Blogger fucking deleted the rest of this blog post idk why wtf*
So I'm just gonna try to re-duplicate whatever I typed the first time.

Thinking back on 2012, I didn't really accomplish much. Apart from failing 2 music exams. My mom would probably strangle me if she sees me making a joke out of this, but it is. A really good joke. I mean, how does one fail two music exams in one go. It's either I really sucked or the examiner really hated me. I'd go with the first option cuz then it means I don't need plastic surgery.

In the mean time, I'm gonna spend more time thinking bout my goals for next year. Nail A Levels and... Idk... Finally know what I wanna be in the future? And my life purpose? But I think I have none. I'm a free man (woman? girl? wtf)...

So buckle up, people, and brace yourself for a new year is coming soon.
:)