November

-

Hi :)

Aren't the leaves pretty? Not that it matters but okay lol

October's gone and November is here.

*breathes in*

Finally got some time to do some writing a bit here and there despite having a handful of things to do. Have to constantly remind myself of the things I have to do even at work. Kinda miss the studying part though. Maybe a bit.

A month of internship passed us by so fast that I didn't expect it. I still do countdowns to every Friday of the week which somehow convince myself that the weekend is near. Somehow motivates you.

Not that I dread of my internship though. Don't take it that way alright?

What I meant is more like the having fun eventhough I'm busy version of internship. Kind of enjoying the busy ambience at work rather than to just sit down and scroll the news feed.

Besides I don't only enjoy the busy-ness I'm having because being in a new place with new people, there's so many things to adapt to. To think about things like what am I going to do in the future?


Okayy..maybe it's just me. I just have the tendency to think too much and ended up blurting it all out here.

Anyway, my favourite month was awesome as always and I am officially 21.

Wish I could stay a kid forever. Too bad I'm not in Neverland.


Meeting just ended and its time for bed.

Familiar muchhh? 

Thankfully I achieved something in this meeting with my beloved committees and also during the meeting earlier at work.

Feeling accomplished and happy. Thanks everyone.

Couldn't have done it without you guys.

Ciao!

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

love is all you

-
Image
Love has eyes as blue as the ocean Ones that turn a shade lighter  Against the sunlight   Love has soft brown hair  Ones that I love to twirl mindlessly when we’re reading  And he didn’t mind a single bit  Love is kind,  for he always brings an umbrella  wherever we go, so that I don’t need to for always saving me the last piece of pizza  even when I know he could have another Love is patient,  for always waiting,  no matter how long I took to get ready  *laughs*    Love has a thing for piano  He has this look whenever he plays  One that makes me wonder  How did I ever... Then he looks at me  As if to stop my train of thoughts  While his fingers delicately dance across the keys At that moment  It felt like the world was just us  Like we were meant to be  At the end of every day,  Love is you The one that I trust with all my secrets  The one that wipes all my tears  The...
Read more

falling leaves

-
written on October 15, 2021 summer ends, and autumn comes with a breeze so light and warm  with sights of sunset and golden then you said  “if you catch a falling leaf and make a wish, it will come true” that memory of us is ever so vivid  as if you were gone  just yesterday  “how silly” was all i said (of me, to dismiss you like that)  but i couldn’t forget your gaze that day  (i still remember, with each visit made)  one that spoke a million words  (but words i couldn’t understand)  that i’m left with regrets  (for not realising what you were trying to tell me)  the guilt and blame i place upon myself  (because i still wonder why i lived and you didn’t) one i’ll do for the rest of my life  (because i don’t deserve happiness, this life, and the living)  to make up for all that i’ve done, for i’m the one to blame years went by but the whirlpool of emotions held my walls up high  for the fear of what could ha...
Read more

alone, never lonely

-
written on November 13, 2021 like a cliche, the phrase “writing is such a lonely journey” no longer appeals to me. just like a cliche, hearing it over and over again loses their surprise element and eventually their meanings. but i will say that it (writing) is a journey meant to be done alone, just as you should with your thoughts and ideas. like how you would unpack your baggage after every trip.  writing felt like that, at least for me. it was to be comfortable and alone with my thoughts. unload and organise them and see where it leads me, either to the roots or to the parts where it rots.  like an artist against a blank canvas, you stood against a daunting blank screen. a brush in hand or fingers on keyboard ready. the ever blinking insertion point in the top-left corner of the page. ticks like metronome.   but silence is all you hear, when you are ready to pin down the thought. to catch its tail. you sat still and held your breath, because you start to worry. you ...
Read more