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you know about the voices that speaks in your head?i listen to them somtimes. most of the times. sometimes they tell me good things. sometimes they make me wish for bad things. |
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it's the little things
Some idiot impregnated my notebook with a demon virus for a child, and since nobody's stepping up to claim daddy, I'm gonna have to fork out my own money for the repairs. And for the record, my pocket is not a bottomless treasure pot. I actually feel bad asking my parents for money, as if they haven't spent enough on me as it is. Sometimes, I feel like I couldn't wait to get a job just so I don't have to be a leech any longer.Reason being why I feel like I don't deserve their hard-earned money is because I'm a terrible procrastinator who procrastinates so hard, I even procrastinate my procrastination. Yes, I got that off FB and yes, that sounded vaguely wrong. I clicked at the New Post brimming with ideas that involved a sketchy retelling of Dentals' MMP night- which was what ruined my notebook in the first place, but then something annoying spilled into my bargain buy at Mids', and it all swirled into a mess of instrumental concert (even though Aliaa said orchestra) and pizzas with Angus and Som. Then my download beeped into completion, and I forget pretty much everything else. And that download is Osamu Tezuka's very own Astro Boy. It's nothing like what I've ever read before. Good alone does not cover this piece of ingenuity. PLUTO helped me catch a glimpse of it whereas the 2009 film enhanced the 'cute' factor for me, but neither one of them is anything like the original. It's like reading Jenny Nimmo's Snow Spider. |