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Monday, December 06, 2004 @ 5:52 pm
Now I know what a bird in a cage feels like.. *brushes hand on the golden cagebars* like a prisoner. I think that's why I'm still ill. Coming to 4 weeks now... Who knows? Maybe I'm stuck like this forever.. :|
Was talking to Cassie about our dreams & ambitions.. I've always read about people pursuing their dreams & finally, after much blood, sweat & tears... achieving those dreams. But, how often does this happen in real life?? My dad wanted to be a pilot. & look where he is now. Stuck looking at women's bellies. He didn't have the money. & he also told me that it was upon chance & serendipity that he actually got to be a doc. We live in a pathetic community which is driven by money & status. Is it worth sacrificing dreams? Probably. Who cares about your dreams when you don't have money to live, right? My parents want me to be a doc just like my sis & bro. my mother never stopped reminding me that. Sometimes I think my brain is such a rebel. Refusing to listen & to soak in knowledge. Just because my heart doesn't want to. Ok, if you still are reading this, whoever you are, don't read on. Coz' now you're probably thinking that I'm thinking too much into this. But, hello? It's like.. important to me! My parents have been running my life for me that I have NO LIFE! I don't want freedom anymore. I just want to sleep forever. And never wake up.

Well, it's a marvelous night for a moondance
With the stars up above in your eyes
A fantabulous night to make romance
Beneath the cover of october skies
And all the leaves on the trees are falling
To the sound of the breezes that blow
And i'm trying to please to the calling
Of your heart-strings that play soft and low
And all the night's magic seems to whisper and hush
And all the soft moonlight seems to shine in your blush
van morrison moon dance

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