Saturday, December 17, 2011

The "real" reality

The working world is not what I have expected, at least, until few days ago only that I realize that this is the reality. The real, REAL world. I have been working straight for 13 days already, going out almost everyday for recce. It's not easy working in this line, but I like what that comes out later, the outcome, and knowing that all the sacrifices I did was worth it. Tiring...but still worth it..Well, I guess...hmm...

It's the third week into this internship and only 5 more weeks to go. Time flies fast, and I keep forgetting to update my logbook and I'm sitting here writing my blog. The good thing is I get to say what I want to say right here.

Today is Saturday...right? Even I can't differentiate what day is today since I have started to work. Great. Nice. Shit. Does this means I am a workaholic? Nah..I hope not.

Christmas is coming soon. I'm actually hoping that I will get a present. But if none, it's okay also. It's just a wish that I don't mind if it doesn't come true. The funny thing after you get older is, you don't really care anymore about some of the details that happens in life. Such as....birthday parties, or presents.....

Oh ya..and my results came out a few days ago.. It was the worst among the 4 sems. What else could I do, what is done, is done and you can't change anything. Life....ah...screw life.....I don't know what else I could say about it. I'm single and free now. I will do what I like to do and I don't care what you say or think..But that doesn't mean I can't think properly for my future. and I thought you knew me. Disappointing, really disappointing.........

Those words you wrote there, just made my heart sank even more. My mood today was like under the well, couldn't find houses ....and got scolding from my mum for scratching the car.............SCREW it......SCREW everything. I just want to go home and sleep..........and cry.......whatever a girl will do........


I guess....that is all I want to say for now.


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