I just need enough to pay the bill, save a little and spend a bit.
I don’t need extraordinary amount of it. I have never craved for my first million and I probably never will.
I never want to be millionaire maybe famous but not a filthy rich brat.
So offering more money in exchange of my happiness isn’t gonna work.
Attracting me with commissions won’t work either.
Simply because I will not be a slave to money.
I get scared…
Not confident in the things I do. Not being able to make decisions.
Not being firm with my command of speech…
I am scared.
How do I fulfil them all?
Third day of work and I am already feeling the punch of Marketing Executive life.
I have already sacrificed dates with C, my study sessions and my lunch…
But I know the pay back will be sweet.
I know I want this. I want this badly.
You start out as a failed piano major and you go from there. You can’t plan every step in life.
Condoleezza Rice on Masterclass Oprah
Heaven is a place on Earth with you…
Despite all my flaws you chose to love me…
I don’t know if this is legal or morally accepted. I feel so proud of myself for getting straight Ds for this year. Secretly happy… really happy :) I can smile to sleep for tonight.
It matters to me so much because I was able to pull my grads up. Both my GPA and my Total Average.
Oh I am so happy :)
Turning 22 in two weeks time. Basically all expectations thrown out of the windows. No party, no presents, not even dinner.
The reality of growing up is painful but yet at the same time so beautiful.
The beauty of growing up is that you get to see your life unfolds. Be it good or bad, you experienced it all. Life is truly wonderful and no matter how much advertise I face in life I know nothing is permanent. Not even my current depressed mood.
P.S: I secretly wished that my birthday present to be sparkly :D
There is something I ask for and all girls ask of their other half too… Secretly…
That every date will be as exciting as the first few…
Stability is good. Being together is nice. But when the chase is over… the heart beats slow down…
No more flowers
No more letters
Just the same old I love yous… may never be enough.
Something men fail to understand and women constantly yearning for.
My uni girls… They are an escape for me from reality♥
Been awhile since knee injury. Haven’t been running T.T
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I need a little bit of motivation… just a little.
To keep me going on. To pick me up…
I can’t give up now. Not when the end is near…
So near insight. I can see it there…
I will be here for myself even if no one is there for me…
As my friends graduate… I feel a sense of lost.
I am 22 with no degree, no diploma to fall back on. Not even a place to call home. This lost feeling is suppressed deep deep down some where… only to resurface sometimes to remind me that I am nothing. I am nobody. I will not make it far. That I will break and fall and lose myself. That the people who loves me will leave me.
On a day like this all I need is box of tissue and a rest. Let me pour my patheticness out of my system. Let me purge. Let me scream. Let me get mad at everyone…
The aggression that follows the rage of my own failure compels me to shatter glasses. Thru shattering I find a little peace. Because that shattered pieces of glass is the metaphorical me.
But I will not give up. I will not break like the glass. No matter how many glasses I have to break to keep myself sane I will do so.
Because I know I am capable of great things in life.
It’s just not my time yet.
If i treat people nicely they should turn out nice right?