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Hello there.

A zebra can never change its stripes. It's cool how I just came up with that phrase, right? Better than the leopard one, in my opinion.

I feel soooo drained now. Physically and mentally. I'm guessin' being tired makes you feel a lot "shittier".

I woke up in the morning feeling like the day couldn't get any worse. Even though I was with my class the night before at some chalet. For some reason, I didn't really enjoy myself like how I would usually. I mean starting from Wednesday night, I was like some kinda melancholic slob. Not a very appropriate description, but you get me. Don't get me wrong, my class is still funny as hell. But.. for this whole week, nothing felt right.

It's like something is weighing me down. And I don't know what is it. I can't concentrate on stuff. My brain's constantly rejecting information. And yea, it's like I'm just back to stoning again. And not to mention, I've been really really impatient.

All signs are pointing to andropause. Well either that. Or depression.

A lot of people tell me off caz I go clubbing. Some people say I've changed. Some people say they're worried for my safety. Mostly family members.

The thing is, they should be worried about what happens when I find clubbing a bore. Because it's very hard for me to find something I like. I like how no one recognizes you inside. Hell.. People can't even see your face.How you can be a completely different person and just go all out. Everything's built on lies inside a club. People just tell you what you wanna hear. Sometimes you meet nice people. Most of the time, you don't. So it's like real-life, BUT BETTER. Because people can't judge you. They just forget you once they get out.

So yea.. once the partying stops. I'll withdraw from everything again.

Oh.. And remember how I said "feeling like the day couldn't get any worse"? Maaaann, I was wrong. HUGE surprise buttsex when I saw SMU's letter. I mean I already knew they were sending out rejection letters. But somehow, when I got mine, it was as if they mailed this.. colossal slap to my face (and a kick in the ass).

Honours roll for shit la.

I know this whole post is pointless. Haaaiyaaaaaaa. I just want money now. Like... All of it. If only I were a black gangsta-rapper, and my life could be exactly like all of their songs. Cash, dope, bling-bling, cars, women (esp. angmohs).

It'll be quite fun right? Well at least for a while.

Get up. Sniff some coke. Drink booze. Get a hamburger. Go out in your supah-kool ride with some hot girls. Get more booze. Sniff more coke. Zone out. Dance. Rap on stage. Dance on stage. Drink booze. Spit booze at audience. Take off your pants and swing them around then put them on. Do some slick moves. Get more girls. Get cash. Throw them at people and then collect it back later. Ride back to yo crib, feeling waaayy too drunk. Sleep. Repeat process.

Well, not very accurate... But I'm sure a life like that for a few days would be fun.

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