im listening to aerosmith song- armegeddon as im typing this. Level six- carpark a totally last minute, randon meetup with shazzie.

As im typing away, she's browsing the newspaper, classified jobs, earnestly. Wonder when's mine turn to come. Come this March, i'm that determine to tender mine. Yet the insecurity feeling immerse. What if i don't get the job that i want? My future's so blunt that i wish i could turn back time to be a small little kid, with no worries of survival.

My ambition changes as fast as a chemeleon changes it's colour that my head trobs. Whenever i slump onto bed at night, the mind drifts and question after question pops up. It's dampening that i don't have a secured future. Not that i don't have now, i needed something more. It comes down to the money.....and fame. I thirst for fame. I, for one, wants to be known for the things i do. One thing i know, as i kid, ive always yearn to someone famous. Cliche as it may sounds, thoughout the years, yes, im always known. But for wrong reasons that it.

I need to sort out my life soon. Don't ask me to soul search.A soul searching would not do any good.

Life, oh, life.

Why does it get any complicated?