Today, I feel like writing.
In a blink of an eye, six months has passed. I survived six months in the workforce. *claps for self - Boy do I feel old. The irony is, nothing has changed. I am still the same girl six months ago. Not sure if that's a good or a bad sign. Then again, hey, I survived 2 quarter end closings. And I feel like I seriously AGED. I do miss home a lot, but I thank God for placing wonderful people in my life... to think that I actually have a "family" away from the family.
After a while, you'll start to see things differently. After a while, you'll learn that whatever you decide for today determines your "tomorrow". Life has taught me that sometimes you need to be a little selfish just so you don't hurt yourself. Yes, it has been a while, I am single. Every now and then, people pop questions that even I do not know the right answers to. All I can say is that, I don't need
a "boyfriend" to make me happy. I still remember what gave me the courage to walk away from all that comfort, all that familiarity. I feel that life is more than just that. Like what imbrella
always say " I need something that's worth fighting for
". I have yet
to find that something. They say good things come to those who wait.
I haven't been writing a lot because I haven't been checking my heart to start with. Working has somehow ripped LIFE out of my life. My life is being in office on weekdays, eating, sleeping late, and getting up early for work. And on weekends, all I wanna do is to go eat out with close friends, catch up,... or else, stay home. It is not easy when what you earn all goes to sustaining yourself out here. I am not even talking about rentals and whatnots. "Eating" itself is putting a big cut to my take-home pay. That is what single life does to you. You just don't care. (LOL, ok truth is because I don't have anybody to impress.)
I eat to feel good. And I feel good eating.
(Though all that feel good shizz ends right when you realized your input is way > than output. I really need to work out.)