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It's a Sunday. It's 4 in the evening. I'm snuggled up in my bed with my bed tray and 3-year-old laptop, an empty soup bowl of hot chocolate cereal with sticky sides and Songza playing some pop songs on my smartphone. Then, this sudden urge to write came like a whiff of freshly baked blueberry muffins out of an infamous bakery shop opened by an 80-year-old lady in a small town called Bloomsville. Here I am drifting apart from the point of my entry but then again, there is really no point to writing this. I took Creative Writing in my last year of high school and perhaps this is the beauty of Creative Writing; pull out a piece of paper and start writing... except in this era, we pull out a laptop and start typing. Technology is overrated and so is being a teenager. It's not easy being a teenager in this century. There's so much to worry about because we live good lives. Back in my parents' generation, they had no time to worry about making new friends in freshman year or being worried our best friend would forget about us or missing our loved ones back home if they were studying abroad. Back then, it was all work; doing their best and hoping God would do the rest. In my generation, everything is all paid for. Our parents would give us a monthly allowance, or at least everytime we'd go out with our friends, and we'd only have to worry about our feelings and emotions - pointless. We get worked up over making new friends, fitting into the right circle, etc. I'd say... "Think about the children suffering in third world countries with no education and/or money!" But it's really hard to imagine that. Take it from me, a city girl. I would never be able to step into the shoes of those living in poverty. I'd say, "I understand how tough it is" but I would never know. 99% of the other city kids wouldn't get it, too, simply because we were all born and raised with a silver spoon. Is that how they say it? Yes, I guess so. Surely there are people who have worked hard to achieve their success and dream they are living in today. I look up to these people because everytime I imagine myself being thrown onto the streets with no money, I don't see a survivor. I see a lost soul who'd be bullied, lonely and clueless.

Hopefully, the evolution of survival instincts would motivate this lost soul to survive.