Confessions of an Idllyic Mind

Well how should i start ... Gonna be a hypocrate to write this post since my last post was all "oh i love myself and all pink unicorns and rainbows.." But somehow it's not always like that. There is a phase i go through where i do love myself and i feel very blessed with everything going on around me but then when i'm alone and i start thinking about the series of events going on around me then i dont feel that good no more. What the heck am i here for? The best i'm doing now for the community around me is to generate carbon dioxide from oxigen. I'm good at that! It's my talent! Oh boy, look at those CO2 go! Sighs.. Lets take a review of Amanda's life:
- Started piano lessons at the age of 5
- Benefit derived: Long fingers and the ability to read some musical scores
- Costs: From beginner to grade 6 - Should have costs me dad thousands. Sorry dad i failed u miserably.

- Went through the schooling part of my life: To malaysians - Standard 1 - Form 5
- Benefit derived: Friends, maturity (?), the ability to bitch, maybe some stuff on the books
- Achievements: Hmmm... This is a hard one.. Standard 6 got award for Moral studies. Form 5 got award for some treasurer thing la. (which i thinkw as a scam. They obviuosly had produced too many awards and didnt know where to store them.)
- Costs: Didnt cost me parents much cause its all government stuff. But tuition fees is the ouch factor. Sorry again dad. Failed you AGAIN.

- Went to college: Alevels
- Lets not even talk about it. I'm suicidal right now.
- Costs: Not much compared to other private colleges. But the exam fees was in Pounds. So Ouch again.

- Went to college/uni: Metropolitan + Curtin
- Best times of my life.
- Achievements: Hmmmmmm...
- Costs: A HUGE LUMP SUM

- Now: Curtin
- Generating Co2 from O2. Suppose to be studying but cant focus.

Amanda what are your talents? Cantik the Orangutan can recognize voices and interact through sign language. Beastly-Boy the Elephant can draw and dance at the same time! Banana-rama the chimp can sing even!
Hmm... Let me see... Dance? Does flinging my arms and convulsing actions count? I think people are more likely to call the ambulance b4 they even clap at my performance. Sing? I was singing the happy birthday song but some Swedish people commented that i was cursing in swedish. So my singing will definately offend. Drawing? Picasso, Reuben, Bottecelli all also gonna roll in their graves. I think i'll help Beastly-Boy squeeze paint into his pallette.

Look i cant even criticise myself without being sarcastic and goofy. What the hell?

Future looks very bleak. Dont know whether i'll die a miserable and bitter spinster, or being stuck in a job i hate till i fall dead or whether i'll die tomorrow, the day after tomorrow or what.

But trying to be positve.. positive.. positive... CO2 is good right?