I have a more than sensible head on top of me.
It is an advantage.
It is a blessings.
It is too a burden.
But it is only but necessary.
So many things that I wish I couldnt understand.
But I'm glad I did.
So many things that I wish I wouldn't hear.
But I'm happy that I heard.
I'm sick of questioning and being questioned why's/how's the maturity?
I am just like this.
I grew to be like that.
No..I am not really that mature.
There are alot of things that I aint able to take it so liberally & easily.
There are alot of habits that you will realised that are really childish if you really notice.
No...I am not trying to explain who I am.
People are right about me.
What they see is me.
I handled my work,carried myself with a style that's ahead of my age.
Aint proud cos I didnt do it with perfection.
I can't.
There is only a degree of how good I can do..always?
Refusing to admit so,I kept pushing myself.
But my results cant break through.
Anyway received a sms from my bro at uk today.
But he claimed he msg the wrong person,asking me to ignore it.(which I did.)
It's only the same old bad news.
I didnt wanna let my parents know,wondering if I'm right to do so.
Yesterday was his birthday.
I sent him a ecard with the warmest greetings.
I literally forget every debts he owed my parents and really just wish that he will be safe n fine there.
Looks like it's just the same.
Heavy disappointment.
I dunno what else to say,man.
So far I have not let my personal affairs meddle with work.
I am almost worry-less at work.
I just deal withthose craps at work,taking every of which a learning opportunity.
Anyone realised that it is so breaking inside?
At times like this,I wish for a perfect solution presented to me.
Wish for money to fall from sky.
Wish for certain stroke of incredible (good) fortune from this moment.
Wish for everything good.
Wish for world peace.
Wish for a corner to shed my tears.
But I realised...
No matter how hard I cried,(bad) things wont diminish.
I still gotta take it with bags of salt and deal with it.
Day still comes,night still falls.
And I dont have that much tears to spare.
Of coz' dont deny me of my tears too.
How mature/sensible/strong this gal can be...she's only a gal with 21 years of life yet.
It is a blessings.
It is too a burden.
But it is only but necessary.
So many things that I wish I couldnt understand.
But I'm glad I did.
So many things that I wish I wouldn't hear.
But I'm happy that I heard.
I'm sick of questioning and being questioned why's/how's the maturity?
I am just like this.
I grew to be like that.
No..I am not really that mature.
There are alot of things that I aint able to take it so liberally & easily.
There are alot of habits that you will realised that are really childish if you really notice.
No...I am not trying to explain who I am.
People are right about me.
What they see is me.
I handled my work,carried myself with a style that's ahead of my age.
Aint proud cos I didnt do it with perfection.
I can't.
There is only a degree of how good I can do..always?
Refusing to admit so,I kept pushing myself.
But my results cant break through.
Anyway received a sms from my bro at uk today.
But he claimed he msg the wrong person,asking me to ignore it.(which I did.)
It's only the same old bad news.
I didnt wanna let my parents know,wondering if I'm right to do so.
Yesterday was his birthday.
I sent him a ecard with the warmest greetings.
I literally forget every debts he owed my parents and really just wish that he will be safe n fine there.
Looks like it's just the same.
Heavy disappointment.
I dunno what else to say,man.
So far I have not let my personal affairs meddle with work.
I am almost worry-less at work.
I just deal withthose craps at work,taking every of which a learning opportunity.
Anyone realised that it is so breaking inside?
At times like this,I wish for a perfect solution presented to me.
Wish for money to fall from sky.
Wish for certain stroke of incredible (good) fortune from this moment.
Wish for everything good.
Wish for world peace.
Wish for a corner to shed my tears.
But I realised...
No matter how hard I cried,(bad) things wont diminish.
I still gotta take it with bags of salt and deal with it.
Day still comes,night still falls.
And I dont have that much tears to spare.
Of coz' dont deny me of my tears too.
How mature/sensible/strong this gal can be...she's only a gal with 21 years of life yet.

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