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Feeling burdened by everything around you, with barely enough space to breathe?
I was Facebooking (what kind of word is this?!) the other day and I came across the profile of my secondary school classmate's brother. He passed away last year, after a battle with lung cancer. And guess what, if he were still alive today, he'd be sitting for his SPM in four months time... I teared a bit reflecting on how precious life is. Yet, people take it so lightly. They take theirs for granted and they even take other's life for granted like killing and murdering. Death, to me, was always associated with old people. You know, people with white hair, no teeth, wrinkly skin, that kind. But for the past year, I have heard of deaths of people younger than me. Sickness, accidents.. They kind of make me sit up straight in my chair and think. "We could die any moment." Honestly. Who says the Grim Reaper ain't gonna get you if you're young? It was heart wrenching when I saw friends of the boy, posting on his FB wall, wishing him wel...
At first, I thought, I really knew what I wanted. But now, I no longer feel that way. I do not know what I want or what I am searching for. Everyday just seems to pass by in a dzae. Eat, sleep, housework, tv, computer. The same routine for almost everyday with the exception of some. I do not believe that I am laidback, yet I am not that particularly active as well. I wonder if I am too afraid to take risks. Too afraid to venture out. Afraid to enter the working world. Yet, studying again cripples me with fear. The feeling and a sense of being lost and stupid haunts me almost every hour. People tell me to enjoy it while I can. I do. But I detest this feeling of aimlessness. I feel useless and unworthy. And it gets worse as convocation day comes by, when I may soon be listed/ fall into that percentage as one of those who are jobless and not studying. Oh joy!
I wanted to write about something else but I figured that it would be too morbid for some, so I decided not to. :) Anyway, yesterday was my late grandfather's first death anniversary. I won't say much cause I'll end up back on the morbid topic. Nearly everyone knows what happened with Empire shopping gallery. The blast that made it inoperable, save for the hotel and SOHO, for a month of two. Dad blurted out this funny line, as we were commenting on the crowd in Subang parade. He was saying that when Empire reopens, they will come back with full force. "The Empire strikes back..!!" Imagine Empire's logo here on the poster...hahaha. The Shopping Malls Wars Saga Continues. (Urgh, what a mouthful...lol.) I am hoping Empire reopens fast. I have a few things on my mind which I am having trouble jotting it down. Thus, the lack of posts... Sigh. I actually noticed I have been less and less expressive. I keep getting more reserved and quiet. Anyway, I a...
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