I want to be a poet. I want to write songs which will strike people in the heart. But how?
Last night hit me hard. What to do now with life? I guess I'll just be a barkada material forever. I don't want to hurry anymore. I don't want to look for one. I'll just enjoy life. With friends.
I need to manage time more wisely. I pray hard to the divine forces to give me all the diligence and the strength I need to finish everything I have to do. I really hope and pray that I'll be able to finish all today so that I can join my org mates in their rehearsal tomorrow for the flash mob on Saturday.
I don't want to be bitter that I still don't have a love life. People face more serious problems in their everyday existence such as hunger, proper shelter, calamities... Oh no, I'm giving crappy, lame and bullshitty excuses again.
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