hmmm... What can i say.
Work wasnt all that bad but i don't really dig the whole waking up early in the morning and WALK thing. Ok, waking up in the morning's a hassle to me too. I'm partially a night owl and partially a sleep addict, you do the math.
Maybe i've already blended into the crowd of black and white office wear. No, i'm not wearing office wear but you know, in more literal sense. And there i am, putting my life at line for work. My life of terribly long naps, of unspeakbly extensive sleeps and of unbearably weird dreams.
Is it me or is it the lack of iron in my system pulling my whole life back. Sigh, i've never seem the enjoy the so called "art of life". Tell me, what's so artsy about life. You drag and you vamoose...
My inner ego wants me to score at everything i do, my outer ego... she's pretty darn lazy. It's like when your angel conscience tells you to get up and do somethin useful and your devil conscience tells you to take it to a corner and relax.
I wanna be someone.. not someone celebrity-ly famous. I wanna be someone of certain calibre. I wouldn't say be someone special cause if you'd noticed... Every day of your life you'll hear someone calling someone speical, hell, they are even in shows and movies. "Don't give up, you're special" "You know you're special" etc. Yes everyone is special in theyre own ways. But i don't wanna be special or unique. I wanna be someone, someone who does stuff with her own ability.
Many instances like, you all know how there's been this latest craze about online shopping. Every girl out there's a boss! But theyre stuff's all the same. Why? They get their goods from supplies. Ok i'm not trying to bring them down or what, in fact they are pretty smart. Whereas I, i'll be making my own clay accessories and handmade bags. You see what i'm trying to say over here. I want to be that kind of someone. However, like i said, my outer ego.. she's too mucha bummer.
I always need a kick in the butt to work hard.
till then...
Seeeeya
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