School is starting soon. Counting down, 1 more day, my last moment of bliss. It is very much a mixture of feelings between anticipation and dreary. Sophomore year is awaiting us this coming Monday and soon I will be heading towards Murdoch University (which is what I very much wish to enter). I know I have to be prepared that the road upfront might not be all that oh-so-pleasant or even smooth going.

Life is very much filled with irony and contradictions, really. We were happily shopping in Pet Lover's Centre yesterday night and the next moment, a stray was spotted just outside the shop. It beats me but I somehow feel that perhaps I shouldn't have felt happy when I saw those dogs away in the cages. Who knows they might be landing up on the streets one of these days. Be responsible, be responsible and again be responsible. Isn't that what the adults always say? Then it struck on me, it's a lie. They are not fulfilling what they have preached. They are just saying that because it's a must-have virtue. I felt sorry but I can't do anything. I do not have the financial and whatever capabilities now. So many dreams yet they are all dashed by a word known infamously as Laziness. Perhaps it is time to wake up from the dreamland and break free from the hush-hush world where your friends say, "oh, it's alright, try harder next time." No, it's time to get loose of all these things because it's time when reality sets in and we have to strive for what we want. Once I lose these two chances, I lose everything.

When A kills B and both are humans, A gets hanged.

When a lion kills B, the lion gets killed.

When A kills a lion, A does not suffer any consequences.

Okay I know, A may have done that on self-defence but can anyone justify why a person can get away scot-free when he throw a litter of kittens whom in my opinion are extremely harmless. I cannot fathom how on earth a litter of kittens can cause disastrous harm to probably a 30-year-old fit as a fiddle man. Tell me how. Enlighten me on this situation. You are not a cat lover but that does not give you the rights to abuse them. I am not an avid cat lover as well but you don't see me going around with a stapler doing some pervertic stuffs on their ears (yes, that's what some people did). They cannot speak but they have the rights to live because they are a life. Imagine getting killed when you haven't even seen the world. Right, rebuke me and say they are irritating. I'd bet my whole fortune you were irritating as a kid as well which led you to having a half-insane, psychotic, pervertic, bonkers, half-cocked, whacko, deranged and derailed personality. I could continue a whole list of it.

N.B: There might be less frequent posts up when school reopens because I am forcing myself to wake up form the dreamland. I will still try to post a new word everyday regardless of whether there is an entry or not.

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