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||[Mar. 27th, 2008|12:50 am]
|||||Lifehouse, Whatever it takes.||]|
I love this picture. It shows my retarded side O:
I rlly think its time to rely on myself. I'm wonderwoman! Forever means nthg. Forever? Piece of crap. Dont give me this shit, I'm not gonna take it. Tsktsk.
These days, I tend to feel a nagging need to succeed, like, you know, try and take over the world. Funny how I was never bothered before, everyday was just a day and nowhere did I see in my future, the quest for world domination.
Now I can see how people get obsessed over money, fame and recognition. That desperate climb to the top so you can hold it over everybody's head and say, "I've made it.", with a smirk. And I think, where the crap have you made it? You with your cool job title and your fancy threads, your famous aquaintances and overrated work achievements, your sense of loss and inability to even comprehend it.
At which point of time while you're trying to "make it" does your priorities get all? Or rather, at which point of time does your already screwed up values get even more confused? Sometimes, I feel myself gravitating toward the career bitch route and then I think to myself, "this is pointless.". I hate scheming and I hate the idea of whoring yourself just to get ahead in life. Everyday, it's about selling your damn smile, your damn work and whatever you have to offer. We are all whores, whether we like it or not.
On a happier note, Man Utd is gonna win EPL.