A life of 22

Hello:

A year has passed. It’s the year 2007. I’ve since graduated from LaSalle-SIA College of the Arts for 2 year? Time seems to pass faster when you’re older. I remember the times when I was still a student. I can’t wait for the recess bell to ring or the day where I graduate.

School times are the best. I’m not saying that working is THAT bad, school allows you to have more freedom. As working means you’re independent. You pay your own phone bills, card bills; parents, own entertainment.

I’ve such expensive hobby. How I wished I wasn’t such a tech-freak. I’m a gadget freak! Everyone knows that and I can spend half my salary on a gadget. Haha… I guess to fulfill my own ‘fetish’ is hard at the moment. I have to watch my every penny.

when times get bad, I wished I have more time to earn more bucks but a long dreadful meeting, almost took away my energy for the day. Sometimes, I wonder how long do I have to work before I can call it quits and be able to do the thing that I am forced to do. My parents called it “Reality”! Or rather how much youth do I have left?

I want to travel around. I want to engage with people from across the globe. I want to learn exotic languages and strange habits. I want to tell tales that no one had heard of. I want to paint/draw/write like Shakespeare, well, maybe not him. I don’t really fancy his works. Haha.

Right now, I’m at a place that I’m comfortable and I love what I’m doing. I need to practise ‘saving’. I’m bad at that! Does anyone with suggestions? Maybe I should have a fixed account. Ah well, I’m 22 years old. Let me tell you about my life again when I’m 23. =)

Tryant her

She yelled:

She demanded that I blog about her (playfully). She, I adore her so much at times, I find myself foolish. I am a fool who fell in love with the beautiful woman in her eyes. Timo threatened me, he asked me to be nice to her if not, he would ask for her hand.

She, her eyes that are so big and sparkly, I’ve to admit my goldfishes will have to hide behind that big rock of theirs in the tank. She, her eyelashes haven’t seen a curler in ages because of my one sentence: ‘your eyelashes looked shorter today.’

She, a scardy cat that hides in my shoulder whenever a bloody or moving scene appears. My shoulders are known to sooth her fear and my t-shirt are her towels to dry her tears. She never fails to make me smile stupidly in the public transport.

My smile will gradually expand on their sides when I’m scanning through our sweetest, nonsense, and tough times. All these times don’t come easily, we have our up(s) and down(s) too, like all couples out there.

We make it an effort to talk things through and never allow our fights to be carried over to the very next day. Give and talk, give and talk = compromise. I carry that in my heart. When things get rough, I cry it out. When things are cool, I laugh.

I love her. And for now, that’s all it matters.