fact:

i dont like fireworks. i never have. even when i was a kid.
i dont know why. but its okay i'll sit through and watch them.
everyday i try harder and dont succede. every moment i dream and dream and dream.
because i dream, i'm not.
thats all i could ever achieve. everyone wants greatness, they all want fame and fortune and admiration.
they post it on theyre myspace, they stalk hollywood and they write screenplays in their bedrooms.
but in the end they end up working nine to five,married to some significant other and their most exciting news is that they get a day off to take a vacation to rosarito.
FUCK that.
seriously that is a boring and dull life. im sorry if i offend. but i swear if all leads to worse. im going to become a regular doctor and spend my time helping indigenous villages in places like maitama and octavalo. i rather die of malaria trying to make something of my life then die with love handles watching old sex and the city reruns in a crapy suburban town like the one i live in now. but then again, im not gona die untill im 100...but its still gona be somewhere way off the comfort zone of any senile folk.