Dear blog,
I think I'm a thinker. Cause the posts I wrote are so thought provoking that it still struck me today.
I think I'm a writer. Cause the posts I wrote are like needles and they still pierce me today.
I think I'm a loner. Cause the nights are still long and cold until today.
My friends who got access to my blog link today never knew this side of me. They ask: why are you so emotional? My reply is: cause you need a platform to show this side of you which you never showed to the world. As I am thinking about this question, my answer to their query evolved. I could have been emotional in the past because I needed an outlet to vent my frustrations, but now I use this platform for self reflection. Self reflecting could be happy, if you're contented with where you are now, or painful, if it's filled with regrets.
Well for me, it's anticipation. I'm waiting for the next change.
Sunday, October 4, 2015
Sunday, June 7, 2015
Two years on...
Dear Diary,
It's been 2 years since I came back here. My last post was before i graduated from SMU. With all those uncertainty and hope in the future. Well, things has worked out. Now I am one year into my job. I am in a place that is irrelevant to what I have studied and experienced previously. This job is the only door that was open and I believed was one that God was leading me into. However, one year onward, I pray for the opening of another door. I wasn't in a bad place, I just never had passion about it. It's like being together with a good man you don't love. It's a pity that you give him up, yet he never made your heart beats faster. I wonder which was worst. Being the rational me, or that i choose to think that I am rational, know that I can't move till I know my next step. I hope that the next time I come back here, I will have an answer for you.
It's been 2 years since I came back here. My last post was before i graduated from SMU. With all those uncertainty and hope in the future. Well, things has worked out. Now I am one year into my job. I am in a place that is irrelevant to what I have studied and experienced previously. This job is the only door that was open and I believed was one that God was leading me into. However, one year onward, I pray for the opening of another door. I wasn't in a bad place, I just never had passion about it. It's like being together with a good man you don't love. It's a pity that you give him up, yet he never made your heart beats faster. I wonder which was worst. Being the rational me, or that i choose to think that I am rational, know that I can't move till I know my next step. I hope that the next time I come back here, I will have an answer for you.
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