if there’s one thing that this place taught me, it’s the art of patience. here, I feel like I’m thrown back sometimes around 10 years behind. it’s where people make comments on your outfit, talk to a boy means you’re dating him, and kissing ass considered as a fair championship to be at the top. even high school students are nicer than them.
even more pathetic is how people tend to make you feel bad for being good and how they are programmed to do less on project and more on seeking attention. oh well, I feel sorry that they have nothing better to do than poking their nose at other people’s businesses.
on a bright side, maybe this is God way to teach me about patience. I have been pampered by being surrounded by all these wonderful people, friends and family all my life. so this is where the struggle begins.
So general conception and several brilliant philosophers have been saying that to get the universe works to actualize your valued wish, not only you have to make all the efforts but also you have to wrote it down and keep the piece of paper.
so this is my piece of paper.
in 363 days time, I hope that I have achieved something that I’m proud of, be it here in the capital city or anywhere else.
I have loved my job.
I have already visited Japan (first concession ticket =D).
Be a manager (hahahaha.. there’s no silly wish, isn’t it?! ;p )
“But it’s hard to stay mad when there’s so much beauty in the world. Sometimes I feel like I’m seeing it all at once and it’s too much. My heart fills up like a balloon that’s about to burst. And then I remember to relax, and stop trying to hold on to it, and then it flows through me like rain and I can’t feel anything but gratitude for every single moment of my stupid little life.”—American Beauty (via roscoe-)