Dear Diary

Hoping that time flies. It's going to be holidays soon.... And debts, assignments are waiting for me.

Was reading a book, the alchemist. Simple, descriptive, child spoken. "Everyone knows what their real destiny was, until one day they were being forced to believe in this big fat lie the world has fed them."

My dream was to become a great story teller, on a stage, where my words are wise and rare. Am already doing it now tho.

Anyways, drastic floods everywhere. Hasn't anyone got the urge to build or buy a boat already? You know, when the day arrives, we simply deliver ourselves to the new continent with sufficient food and technology? No? Hah. Guessed so.