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There are days when the person within me talk from the little breath left.
Wa, emo but it is me man.

So tell me jiaxing, who do you think you are?

jiaxing: i am a wasted piece of dump hurled around by this fickle minded boy who can't decide what he wants.

Me: Hey man, it is not my fault that i can't decide! i am hard pressed almost like truck crushing my head. Money. You really think you can go anywhere without money? Nowhere.

jiaxing: Don't need to care! you can't see my life. you know you always wanted it, you wanted to be that kind of drummer. How hard is it? Just play drums well.. very well.

Me: Hey, you don't attack me like that, playing drums can be my life.. if i literally chew my drum sticks to fill my hunger. Everything we do now, why we go uni? You think it is to learn? To improve knowledge? Maybe! But it is all about money.. will this degree get me money.. will this degree promise a job? Yes it will.

jiaxing: yes you can get money from a certain value you provide to the society. But look at me! This is not you! When did this idea of doing things for money "only" get into your head? When you do something well... you, jiaxing can starve to death and you don't care as long as you have did what you are made for.

Me: I am hungry.

jiaxing: ok i surrender. I will wait.. ...when will you realise me. Dont be a slop like you are now. i am not this flop you are portraying, i am the only gene you can find in the universe that defines a special purpose, just like everyone else is special... but unlike anyone else.. i know i am not a sloppy bum like you now jiaxing! Let me out!

Me: Emo...

jiaxing: ...