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My Life, Please

I'm not saying that A-levels is boring or anything, but really, it zombifies a person so badly. By that I mean Sisyphean routines and overly packed schedules, and being a Gemini, I'm not a fan. My rather obvious point is: this life that I've been living out of home for almost a year could actually be better. Well, I have my own room, a new environment, new places to explore and so many cool things to do, the only thing holding me back is the workload. I could totally throw my homework aside and just roam around town everyday, but as much as I'd love to, I'm not that kind of person.

I just want my life back. For once I would like to do something I love and not just study all day.


Things I'm gonna do after securing total liberation:

1. Learn French
2. Pick up a new instrument (Guzheng, or the Saxophone since I still remember a little.)
3. Yoga
4. Greek Mythology
5. Egyptian Mythology
6. The Vampire Diaries. Season 5.
7. Read non-fiction and not giving up midway
8. Jodi Picoult
9. James Rollins

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