I notice I usually write about notions of elitism, peer pressure, music and the arts, and sleep. Pretty sure that's characteristic of me. Oh and love and emotions and stuff, but who doesn't do that? Singapore's pretty much just the first four though, as far as teenage-y issues go. That and environmentalism and moral decay. But those aren't THAT fun. Or not. Sex poetry, or something.
I think its a bastardly and ego-centric move, but I think I'll adapt my life into a play. Not entirely of course, and hopefully I could co-write it with a few friends. It'll be fun, I suppose, and a truly grand release. Probably gonna end it off as a tragedy though, with me being dead or something via suicide... Heh.
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