BABBLERING

I'm feeling lost.

Like a bird who couldn't get out of a damn cage.

I don't know what's ahead of me.

To turn left or right.

I thought that everything was planned,

Like the way i want it.

But there's always a change.

I really don't know what to do next.

Maybe i'll just keep what i'm doing now.

Wait til it comes.

I have no idea why i'm even typing my emo-ness out,

Like why do i bother to do so.

Perhaps due to my hunger.

Sometimes i wonder why people needa choose,

I like it when there's choices,

I hate it equally when there's choices.

It's just like going to a hawker centre,

looking at the row of foodstalls,

varies from races,

varies from smell,

And you'll choose what to eat.

Apparently, if you cannot decide what to eat,

Laksa or Chicken Chop,

Satay or Carrot Cake,

you'll probably feel how i feel.

But if you go to the only shop selling the ONLY food,

you'll subsequently complain,

" Damn, can't they put up more dish?".

Life is:

CONTRADICTING

COMPLICATING

CONSTIPATING(to me lahh)

They say fight for your dreams,

Fight for your goals,

But can't they spare a thought,

Not everyone has a dream,

It's not like they are aimless,

It's just that those dreams are not squeezable out of the brain,

Or they are just not capable to even start off.

Why are some people so below the line?

Judging people the way they want.

BIG BULLY.

Cheers to people who don't have dreams,

Cheers to people who dream unrealistically,

Cheers to people who have so much obstacles infront of them,

Cheers to people who think like me.

I feel so dumb,

writing such a long speech,

i really feel extremely spastic for using the word 'speech'.

Whatever it is,

I'm just blabbering,

if you don't understand,

good for you.

Cause it's not meant to be understood.

Please grant me with MANY MANY MONEY.

Please grant me with perfection.

Even i'm not Cinderella,

Fairy God-mother ,

Please grant all my wishes.

Make them come true.

Good night.

Appear in my dreams.