what do i want to do with my life?
what will i be in the next 10 years; 20 years; 30 years; down the road?
assumin' tt i'm still alive by then, (cause u really don't know what will happen next)
i envision myself many times over about the possible paths i would have taken.

fighterpilot/teacher/entrepreneur/accountant/historian/somemanagershit.


yups. my aspirations. and sad to say, they will always be stuck in my head unless i decide to work towards it. havin' forms to fill in about my achievements and all the academic excellence shit, i realised i haven't got much to record. my sheet's shit clean. i'm officially worriedfuck. i reflected on my actions/empty promises/my life shit full of procrastinations/ all the shouldhaves whatifs couldhaves. utter disgust.
I AM FUCKIN' DISGUSTING.

i mean, i've no intention of doing so very badly, and although i know i haven't exactly been putting in my 110% in studying, i seem to be oblivious about the possible effects my lack-offs
would bring. ERRR, BRING ME DOWN.


oh rights. my sister's down with high fever of a fuckingliciously 39.5deg earlier on. scared the shit outta me. but since it's rapidly fallin' to a much lower 38.8deg now, i shall ease up a lil'. SIGHS.

okays. gotta go study now, i can't keep complaining and not doing anything. shan't procrastinate any further. apologies for the language. absolutely foul and unintended. i can't be aloof and
pretent not to be concerned.