“baby you're the best i ever had”
pinkberry
Friday, January 08, 2010 || 1:34 am
I hate myself sometimes for being such a sloth. That's one of the seven deadly sins isn't it? Shit. I'll try to change that this year, since my mother dearest thinks I should really start taking the initiative with things. Little does she know... that I have many things to push for. Many times, have I missed profitable, fertile opportunities that I could easily have achieved some type of success in.
My english writing skills have deteriorated ten-fold, and at this point, it disadvantages me heavily because this means that I cannot keep up with my fellow tertiary students. And I do intend on keeping up with my tertiary studies, if all circumstances allow me. After all... failure to do so only leads me down an unfruitful path, which will deprive my family and myself from the desired quality of life. And by 'quality of life,' I'm not just talking about getting myself a new car, or nice clothes. But I also have an ambition to provide my dear parents with the life they haven't lived (yet). Hahaha... easier said than done. But that's what I look towards... in the future.
My biggest regret is that I hadn't studied hard enough in 2008, my HSC year. But I shall put that behind me and move on. My biggest regret of 2009? Hmm.. After certain amount of consideration, I'll have to say that it was yet again, insufficient time spent on studies. Instead, I was too busy trying to pursue stupid shit that I'd knew for a great amount of time how unfeasible it was. I'll credit myself for having such great err... patience? Whatevs, it don't matter now.
My biggest loves of 2009, was definitely the people I had met over the 365. They know who they are, and they know that whatever happens, good or bad... I'll try to be there. Cheesy, I know. But what does life mean if you're only going to look over yourself and ignore the ones that care about you around you.
I want my future tickets. They lied to me, didn't they :( Now I'm sad. I want to go to FMF'10. It's not fair.
I want a lot of things. I want more shifts at work, even if that means I have to clean a toilet for one more night. I'll just take it as practise for the future when I'm obligated to clean the toilet. I want to make my mummy and daddy proud. I want satisfaction with my life, even if one aspect of my life doesn't seem right. Is that called a sense of security?
Okay, I just wrote a cheese post.
PS. I keep having funny dreams on the dreamscape. Wow, so magical.