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After reading this book, I started wondering what my passions were. (I mean, I can think of anything at all at any time of the day, so it's not really out of the ordinary for me.) XD

Hm, I'd say that I'm most passionate about singing and acting... Though I'd like to add that I'm not very good at either of them!! It's like I love singing, but I can't sing very well, and I love acting, but I can't act very well either. BOO. I love to combine a little bit of both, though, especially when I'm with my friends. Like I can just break out into song anytime, anywhere, when I'm with them and in a good mood. Or like how I can just act in any way in a fit of sudden randomness when I'm feeling crazy-hyper. Honestly, anyone I hang out with can tell you that :)

It's just awesome when I can make my friends smile and laugh. To me, that's the most satisfying thing about acting in front of them. Like when I do something that they find funny (though I have no idea about that), and they laugh, I laugh along with them. To put it simply, I feel happy when I know I've made someone else happy. {Call me over-sensitive or whatever, but it's like I can feel happy when my friends are happy, and I can really cry when I know that a friend is upset, even though his/her problem has nothing to do with me.} Though when I'm told that I'm "entertaining", my usually present smile vanishes and my laugh ends up somewhere in the Atlantic Ocean.

Yeah, well, its seems that my writings can also make my friends happy (at least, I think so cos they smile when they read them...). Like my (incomplete) stories and my (random, amateurish) attempts at writing poems. It's funny, my friends are always like, "Nat, when are ya gonna finish that prom story?! I'm dying to read it!! T.T" But my parents aren't the slightest bit interested. Hahas, just kidding. It's alright, it's okay! (kudos to Ashley Tisdale) If my friends are happy, so am I! (and my friends aren't happy and I can't cheer them up, there's always my ipod. XD)

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