Knickers.

Courtesy of Jean.
Temasek Polytechnic, school of Business.
Diploma in Retail Management.

I speak my own words like phases of the baked moon. I live my own life like thunders of the monstrous storms.


Wednesday, January 21, 2009

I wish for a fresh start.

I really do.

Leave me to be dependent for all I care. Let me rely on others. I exchanged my happiness for independence. Was it worth while? I would like to know.

Now, I would like to start afresh by posting a New Year resolution. It's a tad too late because this is somewhat on impulse. I mean, it is definitely something I would want to achieve, though. I can't be bothered to explain myself. Save it.
New Year resolution:
With all the sincerity I have, I hope to grow more maturely. I wish to think and behave wisely.

I don't want the elders to think that I am immature and all. They would always have the perception that my unconventional acts are out of impulse and irresponsibility. They would reckon that I haven't pondered twice before acting on it. They would have the impression that I go for what I want and not what I need.

Hey, it isn't always the case. I thought about it for a month before getting a tattoo. Yes, I did that even though it was a small tattoo, because I have the basic knowledge of it. It is permanent, I know. I may not be smart at all, but neither am I very dumb.

Yes, maturity.


I miss my mum.

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