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♣ Hello, My name is Grace. I love photography and animals. I strongly feel that photography should be used to display the beautiful side of this world that we live in. My big day is 12/01/94. I adore big balloons and big stuffed toys. I am a big fan of Sports, especially Badminton. And most importantly, I LOVE YOU. <3
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♣ Hello, My name is Grace. I love photography and animals. I strongly feel that photography should be used to display the beautiful side of this world that we live in. My big day is 12/01/94. I adore big balloons and big stuffed toys. I am a big fan of Sports, especially Badminton. And most importantly, I LOVE YOU. <3
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Tuesday, May 8, 2012
, 11:53 PM
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It's been a really long time since I typed for fun.
Really.
I ain't lying.
I don't even type to chat anymore. Even if it's chat, it's about, what, project work.
Day after day, I type in Google searchbar, looking for a definition, looking for a solution, looking for an answer.
Day after day, I type in Word Document, typing reports, typing essays, typing my life away.
Day after day, I log into different email accounts, sending emails to teachers, organisations, superiors.
Never a day I stopped to take a breather.
But every day, as I type my fingers away, I think to myself "when can I have a break?"
Hate what school is doing to me, really.
It's shaping the way that I think. It's telling me this thinking is inappropriate. It's telling me that thinking is unacceptable. It's telling me ANSWER THE QUESTION, ELABORATE, EXPLAIN.
Never, ever, in my life, did I put so much effort to translate my thoughts into words like what I'm doing recently.
Why do I do that? Because I'm afraid of judgement. Will this be the correct answer? Will my answer be odd? Will I be marked down because I didn't explain one of my points? All these possibilities.
Since when did thinking become such a chore?
Really.
I ain't lying.
I don't even type to chat anymore. Even if it's chat, it's about, what, project work.
Day after day, I type in Google searchbar, looking for a definition, looking for a solution, looking for an answer.
Day after day, I type in Word Document, typing reports, typing essays, typing my life away.
Day after day, I log into different email accounts, sending emails to teachers, organisations, superiors.
Never a day I stopped to take a breather.
But every day, as I type my fingers away, I think to myself "when can I have a break?"
Hate what school is doing to me, really.
It's shaping the way that I think. It's telling me this thinking is inappropriate. It's telling me that thinking is unacceptable. It's telling me ANSWER THE QUESTION, ELABORATE, EXPLAIN.
Never, ever, in my life, did I put so much effort to translate my thoughts into words like what I'm doing recently.
Why do I do that? Because I'm afraid of judgement. Will this be the correct answer? Will my answer be odd? Will I be marked down because I didn't explain one of my points? All these possibilities.
Since when did thinking become such a chore?