now that the dip sing is going to be abolished.. i suddenly feel this onslaught of stress and worrying. that means my internships this yr wherever, london or spore really count now. and all i have left is one and a half years of carefree freedom. before i start working. i really don't want to start working. it kinda scares me. i want to flounder in the happy absence of time. suddenly e idea of doing a masters in harvard is really tempting me.
the simple pleasures in life. a hot warm duvet to snuggle under on a rainy afternoon. a cup of cold tea after a hot shower. a hand to hold in the frigid cold morning. a smile to chase the tears away. a slow melody to waltz to. a 'i love you', 'i miss you', 'can't wait till you come home'. i'm all about the simple pleasures in life.
no one does a season finale quite like greys. i know i'm many months late, but whatever. so many things swirling around my head. to see the big picture, to see what's important. i'm a hoarder. i hoard everything so no one else can have it. i keep things in case one day i might like them again. till i end up with a room full of junk. and then one day, i'll just snap and throw everything away, junk, useful things everything. i don't know how to let go gradually. its black and white like that for me. i really don't know what is the most important things for me in life now, but i know i can't let that go. it keeps me going everyday. everyday i try to be a better person, to live my life the way i want to, to be happy. and that keeps me going after that idealistic dream.
i wish i could blurt it all out. i'm quite amazed at how much i've kept everything in. but that's e way i chose it. to keep it hidden, left festering in a corner.
i look at the band.. and i think of how i'm so like my mother. we don't wait for things to come, to happen, we don't rely on others. but rather we make things happen for ourselves. she taught me that. she taught me i don't need anyone to make me feel special. and i believe. yet sometimes what i want, is not the things you can do for me. but you. you for who you are.
at the end of the day, i wonder how we'll stand. together or apart, and if apart.. alone?
i know we could be extraordinary together, and i want us to be extraordinary together, and not ordinary alone.
the simple pleasures in life. a hot warm duvet to snuggle under on a rainy afternoon. a cup of cold tea after a hot shower. a hand to hold in the frigid cold morning. a smile to chase the tears away. a slow melody to waltz to. a 'i love you', 'i miss you', 'can't wait till you come home'. i'm all about the simple pleasures in life.
no one does a season finale quite like greys. i know i'm many months late, but whatever. so many things swirling around my head. to see the big picture, to see what's important. i'm a hoarder. i hoard everything so no one else can have it. i keep things in case one day i might like them again. till i end up with a room full of junk. and then one day, i'll just snap and throw everything away, junk, useful things everything. i don't know how to let go gradually. its black and white like that for me. i really don't know what is the most important things for me in life now, but i know i can't let that go. it keeps me going everyday. everyday i try to be a better person, to live my life the way i want to, to be happy. and that keeps me going after that idealistic dream.
i wish i could blurt it all out. i'm quite amazed at how much i've kept everything in. but that's e way i chose it. to keep it hidden, left festering in a corner.
i look at the band.. and i think of how i'm so like my mother. we don't wait for things to come, to happen, we don't rely on others. but rather we make things happen for ourselves. she taught me that. she taught me i don't need anyone to make me feel special. and i believe. yet sometimes what i want, is not the things you can do for me. but you. you for who you are.
at the end of the day, i wonder how we'll stand. together or apart, and if apart.. alone?
i know we could be extraordinary together, and i want us to be extraordinary together, and not ordinary alone.
good luck and good night. 8:37 AM
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