Have you ever felt like breaking the mould that everyone is encasing you into?

I have often thought about that.
I never was a rebellious child, never a rebellious teenager, never a rebellious daughter.

I wonder how it is like to live a life ungoverned by norms, to go against everyone and be a big bad meanie to everyone. Gossip about others... Quarrel with people I don't like...
I wonder how is it like to, for once, play like there are no consequences, party for the moment, run away from home...

Then, when I snapped out of this flight of fantasy, I realise it isn't really fun.

Reason #1: You go through unnecessary heartaches
Reason #2: Life has no meaning without a destination (a consequence)
Reason #3: The hardest part? Making up for the rebellion when you realise that everything you have done is not worth it.
You don't even know how long you will need to make up for it.
Or maybe you don't even have the time to make up for it.

In the end, I am glad I wasn't rebellious.

Enough of these random thoughts...

Tomorrow, it's mugging time for assignments.

Can't believe my recess week is half gone! :P