You’ve fought for me when I was down, when I was still searching my way out. You’ve fought for me even at the times when I didn’t deserve to be fought for. You still fight for me through thin and thick, and you’ve helped me found myself once again.
Thank you.
Thank you for being you. Thank you for believing in me when I’ve lost confidence in myself. Thank you for loving me when I didn’t deserve it at all.
Thank you, for choosing me.
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The best thing about staying at home, being a part-time babysitter and full-time whatever-you-want? Taking afternoon naps.
Read more →It is still the first week of 2014 when I get another emotional blow. A wound that had just healed suddenly opened again. Like other scars, it is not as painful as the first time I received the stab. But it hurts nevertheless.
Read more →For what it’s worth: it’s never too late or, in my case, too early to be whoever you want to be. There’s no time limit, stop whenever you want. You can change or stay the same, there are no rules to this thing. We can make the best or the worst of it. I hope you make the best of it. And I hope you see things that startle you. I hope you feel things you never felt before. I hope you meet people with a different point of view. I hope you live a life you’re proud of. If you find that you’re not, I hope you have the courage to start all over again.
Eric Roth
Most people have posted photos, statuses about how magnificent 2013 is. I want to join the crowd, but I don’t know what to post. Like, I go through my album photos and I don’t find something truly extraordinary. Everything is just ordinary. Everything is just… usual. 2013 is another year, and I am not sure if I’ve done it justice.
Perhaps you feel the same way.
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On my previous post, I promised to tell you the full story of what’s been happening in my life. Like, throwing in the towel, again? Don’t worry, I’m confused myself. I feel like being a quitter – not exactly not ready to sail the working world, just not wanting to. At least not yet.
I have always had a healthy sense of self on what I want to do with my life. For the past few months, I feel lost. But being lost is the first step to being found.
Read more →You know, you could live a thousand lifetimes and not deserve him.
Suzanne Collins, Catching Fire
It’s been one year after graduation and I have done… things. I’ve worked my first full-time job, quit my first full-time job, worked my second full-time job, and quit my second full-time job. So now, what’s next?
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Dear Past,
I am sorry, but it’s not going to work, you and I.
You haunt me like my shadow. Even when I know that you do not exist, even when I know that you are just a pigment of my imagination. You follow me wherever I go – to work, in my sleep, when I sit down and having coffee with my iPad.
It’s tiring.
Yes, we have wonderful memories together. I would never forget that. But we also made the worst together – some mistakes that I really want to forget, and other wrongdoings that provoke a deep sense of regret. It’s not healthy, I know, but with you reminding me all the time of what I did, what can I possibly do?
I’m sorry, Past. You have been a faithful companion.
But I need to let you go.
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I don’t feel like writing. I don’t feel like thinking on what topic to write or what lessons to be learned. I don’t want to think if that post is getting enough readers or if my blog is decreasing in traffic.
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