When I was in 14, I asked all other kings about one thing. Is it possible to make my life like other people? I remember what arcious told me that time." it was something that you have to find out. I couldnt possibly tell you the destiny that you are going!" From that day onwards, I work harder and harder, giving pressure to myself on my academic. What do you know? I mix with a lot of friends and forget about the word called study. When I grow older and older, I have more kings in my nation. I do not even know whether is this my fate to have such people talking besides my ear or am I having psychology problem.
I took up a job at the bugis OG by selling an organic drink. The sales wasn't so bad after all. It was not my style to follow other people order. I am not your dog, I don't follow orders. Therefore I quit the job. Durehon told me that there wasn't a job that could make a person happy. It was something that you have to find. That was my mood was super moody when all the kings said that it was something that I have to find.
After work, I asked them some questions. I will post this question because I wan to make it as a memory."am I ugly? Why do people have such a nice hairstyle but I don't have? Why must I waste such money to rebond my hair to get a nice hairstyle? Why do people have something that I don't have? Why must god make my fate in this way? Is there any way to make myself like them?" I asked my lords. But only one lord reply me." I do not know why god create you such a way to make you suffer. There will be always fairness when lord create people. You are not poor and your income is always so stable. Do you think that those people out there have such things? Unless they do something to change their destiny. You must understand that you are still studying. Why don't you leave the make over after your exam? Why don't you study, earn a better qualification and earn a better job to afford a better income for plastic surgery?" elfadon said and I ought to agree with his explanation.
That's all folk
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