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Tuesday, November 05, 2013

The Future

It was a Sunday when i met up with Tash. No one calls him that anymore. Not even him. I guess that person's gone and resurrected to a hardworking professional insurer. I really am very proud of him. 

I never discussed my future like i disussed it with him with anyone else. The questionnaire had all the right questions anyways. 

It made me think and fear (a bit) for the future. I really do hate planning that far ahead. Cos once i say it, its like a promise i've made to myself. And only hypocrits breaks promises made by themselves. Who wants to be that man? 

Aaarrrrggghhh! Stresssssssssssssss.  Haibdkzodllswnbedbdbehjdks

~ { 10:21 pm }
1John4:7-10