Crashing into adulthood
Here I am, writing something on the net after years. I miss doing this, expressing my thoughts into words without knowing if people actually reading it or just 'blogwalking'. That's the term we used back then when we're visiting random blogs thru blogs. We all used to have stupid blogs during high school, no? Mine was mostly about how obsessed I was towards Randy Orton and low-key crushy posts about this one schoolmate. But THAT girl is all gone.
Fast forward few years; I had few crushes, been into relationship, got brokenhearted, went overseas, got a first class degree andddd
*drum rolls*
Freaking dropped out my chance of doing a fast-track PhD.
Best. Decision. Ever.
I'm now working in a field that's very very very diverted from what I studied, nothing glamorous but I hv fun and really happy doing this. I avoid meeting old friends tho bcs some of them tend to admire me ditching out things to have fun. It's dangerous like NO if you have dreams you should pursue it. Just bcs I fall out of love with Science and money calls, that doesn't mean I'd encourage people to do so.
Adulting is hard. VERY. It's not like what I imagined during school and uni. But this post is not meant to drift towards the cons. As I lay on my bed tonight, my mind is mapping the pros of being an adult and out of those many things, I'm very grateful with one;
Making your own decision
I make my own decision, mostly. To go anywhere that i want, to do whatever I want with the money I gained, to eat whatever, to dress up however the f I want to. Mostly. Well, not totally bcs I have this deal with my dad. He's letting me making my decision in life bcs I'm the one living it, but... if things happen to get out of control, he's making the decision cs according to Islam, as long as I am still not married, I fall under the care and supervision of my dad. But my dad's cool, so far. Let's just pray that things dont go out of control. But mom is special case ok, everything also must nag so we basically dont have any other option or else we die one 😂😂
That's basically it. I missed writing on blogs. I write in status and instastories sometimes but who the f wanna read a long ass essay on whatsaap status. So I moved my ass here to write whatever loads on my mind. Especially when I'm sad and in the mood of deep songs, you wait ah later all the poetry stuffs in my head pouring out non stop. Till then, take care. P/s for friends, please whatsapp me if you read this post till the very end saying you did.
Fast forward few years; I had few crushes, been into relationship, got brokenhearted, went overseas, got a first class degree andddd
*drum rolls*
Freaking dropped out my chance of doing a fast-track PhD.
Best. Decision. Ever.
I'm now working in a field that's very very very diverted from what I studied, nothing glamorous but I hv fun and really happy doing this. I avoid meeting old friends tho bcs some of them tend to admire me ditching out things to have fun. It's dangerous like NO if you have dreams you should pursue it. Just bcs I fall out of love with Science and money calls, that doesn't mean I'd encourage people to do so.
Adulting is hard. VERY. It's not like what I imagined during school and uni. But this post is not meant to drift towards the cons. As I lay on my bed tonight, my mind is mapping the pros of being an adult and out of those many things, I'm very grateful with one;
Making your own decision
I make my own decision, mostly. To go anywhere that i want, to do whatever I want with the money I gained, to eat whatever, to dress up however the f I want to. Mostly. Well, not totally bcs I have this deal with my dad. He's letting me making my decision in life bcs I'm the one living it, but... if things happen to get out of control, he's making the decision cs according to Islam, as long as I am still not married, I fall under the care and supervision of my dad. But my dad's cool, so far. Let's just pray that things dont go out of control. But mom is special case ok, everything also must nag so we basically dont have any other option or else we die one 😂😂
That's basically it. I missed writing on blogs. I write in status and instastories sometimes but who the f wanna read a long ass essay on whatsaap status. So I moved my ass here to write whatever loads on my mind. Especially when I'm sad and in the mood of deep songs, you wait ah later all the poetry stuffs in my head pouring out non stop. Till then, take care. P/s for friends, please whatsapp me if you read this post till the very end saying you did.
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