On my own
Current mood : S-I-C-K
Theme song : On my own by The Used
No, no, no, I’m not here to announce the death of jeanthedork.blogspot.com.
I know I have not been updating this blog for ages.
It’s probably because my life is getting more hectic and my friend, Mr. L, simply does not want to get out of my life. Oh you don’t know who Mr. L is? I’m sorry that I forgot to type out his full name.
Mr. L = Mr. Laziness
After saying goodbye to Shanghai, I started my second internship in a brand new working environment in Singapore. Initially, I thought this internship was gonna be dreary as I had to work in this non-fashion-related industry.
Ok, call me Ms. Shallow. Yet, seriously, I am not the desk-chained type of person. Being desk-chained means you are sitting in front of your computer at your desk for 24/7 (Ok, 24/7 sounds a bit exaggerating.) and doing dreadful things like data-entry. I am absolutely not the data-entry person. Of course, I don’t mind doing that since I am just a little intern in the company. But, please, not all the time.
Providentially, this internship is not as sucky as I thought it would be. I mean, how can you not to like your job when you get to taste all kinds of wines, liquors and spirits? Okie, it is not the main point why I really enjoy my current internship so much. And, secondly, how can you hate your job when you are asked to do something you really like?
And one of my major tasks is to design a label for a premium wine. How cool is that? =)
The more I see, the less I know.
How true.
4 months. It’s such a short period of time. Yet, I couldn’t help noticing some changes in some people. I am not sure if I’m being too pessimistic or they have really changed? Or they are originally being this way? Or I’m the one who has changed?
The changes scare me somehow.
Basically, there are two types of acquaintances in life. The first type is friends and the second type is passersby. Friends stay. But passersby don’t.
Often, some people are there to turn you down. You thought they might be your friends for life. However, it is really disappointing to find out they are not.
Don’t get me wrong. I’m not referring to anyone here. It’s just a random thought of mine.
Life can be real bad sometimes. Just Like someone said, “Life sucks.”
What does not kill you makes you stronger. Though this is a super duper old cliché, it has become my philosophy of life.
Oh yeah, I’m finally 20. I used to say I’m not someone who plans for the sake of planning as plans normally don’t go my way. Now, I don’t see why I shouldn’t plan something for my life.
1. Backpacking (Err Europe? Not sure yet. Gotta save up for the trip first. CK’s experiences really impressed me. Leann and I both planned to backpack in year 2009. Is that year 2009? I can’t remember. Haha. Bitch, don’t ya ever forget our “Irish” dream! Ha.)
2. I wanna learn Japanese! You guys should know why. *Blinks*
3. Gets myself into a design school after poly. I don’t care if my parents are gonna disapprove this time. They disapproved previously and I ended up with where I am now. I’m not saying that I’m not satisfied with what I am doing now. OK, YEAH, I ADMIT THAT I DON’T LIKE WHAT I AM DOING NOW. I didn’t fight till the end. Now, I feel so sorry for myself. It’s good to break the rules sometimes. If you never try, you’ll never know.
4. etc and etc and etc
Being 20 also means something to me. It means:
1. being more responsible. I always do things impulsively. That explains why I am always in troubles.
2. I’m getting older and so is my memory. Yeah, my memory used to be so good that I could memorize a book. I tend to forget things now. Urgh. But I don’t know why I can’t seem to forget this mobile number. Yup, his number is most likely to be the only mobile number I could ever remember. He just suddenly disappeared. Perhaps he has already forgotten me? Another passerby, I guess.
3. Throw-it-away-forget-yesterday. I am glad that I have finally picked myself up. Like I said, some people are there to bring you down. I think my closer friends know what I’m talking about here. Letting go was the hardest part. To this particular someone, I want to say, “Thank you.” Frankly, I never did so much for a guy before. I still remember how my friends were scolding me and telling me how stupid I was to go all the way to Changi just for his big day. I’m not sure if anyone of you would ever go for the extra mile when you were in love. I would.
4. etc and etc and etc
And life still continues.