So for now, i'm living my life. Finished my mistakes, wait it's not a mistake, it's a road of life, it's the road I have chosen. I will live this life to the fullest. My life is short and I'll start each and everyday with a beautiful smile.

I'm a typical girl. I have husky voice and i'm not that tall. I'm the first daughter in my family. I can be really friendly and I can be a real bitch sometimes. But mostly I'll stay low and get out from everybody's way. I've changed but part of me still remains. I love privacy but I want people to know what's going on. If I can get a time machine I would go back time to watch me make mistakes and laugh at it. No regrets. I'm not sorry for my imperfections~
Monday, 17 October 2011
Learn from your mistakes
All my life I always thought working was the only thing I'm good at. I even wanted to graduate as soon as possible so that I can catch my dream in full speed. But then I realized it couldn't be that easy. I mean to dream big you have to think big. So imagine if I'm in full speed, I might miss things that really matter for me in life. I might take the wrong turn but I just go with the flow. Which is why I'm lost. I never thought any of that until I managed my blog these past two days. You see I created my blog since July this year and I never actually managed it properly until now. What I'm trying to say is, I took months to finally make an effort to do this stuff. Months. So imagine this with my destiny, my dreams ( if I had one ), it will took YEARS! I always know I am never ready for any responsibilities. I know that but I can't avoid it. I'm getting close to that. Sometimes I just wishes I never cared for this but I couldn't. Am I matured enough to understand this? How am I supposed to handle this? Now I get my mother's point for these past few months. Before I get here in MSU. Even my father pitied this child may God show you the right path dear. Me at that time, stubborn than the rock, will denied at their opinions and just ignored what they said. I just wanted to have what I have in mind that's why. My ego to be precise.
True Story
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