Anyway, one of the writers of the magazine wrote about how her life was going by very fast and she talked about how when she was younger all she wanted to do was grow up.

Lately i've been pasting little post-it notes in my head about the things i want to do when i'm older.

Like how i want to have a dog or become a type of vegetarian. (i don't think i can be vegan though. it seems utterly un-do-able)

Here and there.

I have also been asking myself the very question that little 4 year olds are battling with somewhere around the world.

Frankly, i've been thinking about studying medicine or psychology.

Or maybe studying english and become a writer who travels around the world.

I prefer the latter.

I also need to do my laundry.

There are little bundles of dirty and/or clean clothes surrounding my bed waiting for me to attend to them.

Sometimes i can even hear them murmuring about how oblivious i am of their presence(which in my defence, is totally false. i've just been busy. that's all)

I think they are secretly plotting against me.