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Dreams. Hope. Prayers. Visions.

Dreams. Hope. Prayers. Visions. To me they are not just a string of beautiful words. Basically it's what my life is based on. I have lots of childish dreams, hoping it will become true one day, praying for it to be a reality, and visualizing what will happen when it does. Having seen lots of people with their childhood dreams become reality, really gives me a lot to think. They were raised in an environment which make them able to have dreams like that, and when they grew up, they simply had to make it a reality. And I just simply had a simple, carefree childhood. Which made me able to be children fully. I wasn't living in a terrible life before but sometimes I regretted that I had that kind of childhood. My parents always said that even as a kid, I never had a child naivety. Weird, huh? I wasn't exposed with lots of things back then. As a kid, what else can I do? As I grew up, I met lots of people. Not just the ones around my age, but others too. I have never come into a ...

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It has been a long time since I last write an entry. I haven't been busy, that's why. Meaning I've got nothing to write, and I'm currently finishing a story. Recently I went back to my mum's hometown. Nothing much had change. It's still the same quiet village I've always known. My aunts, uncles, cousins and grandma were exactly like I've always remember. Especially grandma; her favouritism towards her own children is sickening me. She would always talked about her youngest daughter; whom, to me is not the most decent person I've ever met. And I haven't seen her husband for years now. She got married when I was around six or seven and I moved far away. I've seen him a couple of times when we went back once a year to the village. But when he suddenly didn't appear again I asked my cousin about it and he mumbled something like my aunt and her husband were a good-for-nothing kind of person. I don't really understand why. What kind of worl...

Journey of Life

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people has always been quoting other people's differences. but isn't that what the kids always do? i'm telling you, not only kids do this kind of thing nowadays, even adults do it all the time. i can forgive the kids but adults? i always hear old keep saying things like when you grow you'll gain more experience, learn a lot of things to mature our thoughts and acts. but how many adults did this? i can see it, when kids grow up, they simple gain more years, not maturity in thoughts. how many adults today have really grow up? how many of them have mature thoughts? i'm stating when i'm in between. after being 18 for few months. to me, adults doesn't mean you're reaching a certain age, but rather able to think further. able to distinguish right and wrong, to follow the right and helped the wrong. the world has gone sick, isn't it?

Dreams... (maybe?)

I wish, I can climb the mountain high I wish, I can reach the blue sky I wish, I can touch the distant stars Yes, I want to embrace the shining sun If only I can fly Sure I can be there Wherever I wanted to be I just need learn how How to spread my wings wide Can someone tell me how to fly? Will someone teach me how to fly? I’ve been looking I’ve been searching But I can’t seem to find it Maybe I was looking at the wrong place Maybe I was going to the wrong way But if I do And I really do I can always turn back And find the right way So one day I can fly Up and high to the sky To reach my dreams Now, it's in my hands [i wrote this few days ago because of boredom... that's all i can manage]

bored...

so now, i'm getting seriously bored, as hell. i got nothing to do except sleep, eat, or surf the net. surfing the net is fun, but it's making me weary.... i got nothing to look forward; not until the third week of june. or maybe my dad will let go for the driving test, that would be awesome. but he didn't say anything for now. oh yeah, i'm currently trying my hands on writing lyrics (i don't play instrument, though. that's a pity) and i tried to make it rhyme. if this keeps up for another couple of weeks, i may even lose my ability to finish my stories. yet writing stories is the easiest thing for me. don't ask me about going out, i don't hang around without nothing to do, and most of my friends don't like it, so that's out. looks like i'm going to be real stuff up when i got into university....