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.Thursday, December 03, 2009

Whenever I watch Teen Cribs, all the more I want to go to America to start my career. What career? , you might ask me. Singing career. Hehe. I told my mom. I said I'm serious about it. She seemed surprised, just like I thought she would. I plan to go to America when I'm 19, with my cousin. He is Vietnamese-American ( plus Malay ) and thus, he gets to choose whether he wants to be American or Singaporean. He said he wants to become American and if he goes to stay in America and bring along somebody, that somebody would get 70% off the ticket. He said he'd bring me as he also wants to start his career in America.

You might ask me why watching Teen Cribs makes me think more about going to America and pursuing my dream. It is simply because I envy those bloody rich bitches and dudes living in a darn big house. Hahaha. Till then, I'm just Shaqila hYsTeRiCaL, a girl with big dreams. I'm proud of it. Hopefully the dreams come true. I'll do whatever it takes do make my dream come true.

I have another thought. I wanna go to America to the special school where they train students for singing. Probably go to a boarding school as I have no relatives in America. Only London. But living in London is so freaking cold. I don't wanna. Haha.

Anyway, I'm feeling better already regarding whatever I posted on my previous post. I just needed to get things off my chest. Even if I had to blog. Because I'm sure nobody would really understand me. I know people of whom would try to make me feel that my situation is a light one when it's not. I hate people like that. I know people of whom would just shrug their shoulders and snicker after listening to what I said. I hate people like that. I know people of whom just change the topic after I finish my last sentence. I hate people like that. I've got no other choices than to blog, have I?

Anyway, moving on. My friends don't update their Blogger anymore. Well, I'm talking about Asyiqin and Dee dearest(s). They're too addicted to Tumblr! Thanks to me. I think. Hahaha! But babes, sometimes I want a proper update about both your lives! :)

Oh, my aunt just IM-ed me on Facebook. Better get going dearies. Will post another time.

XOXO








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