a year older. "i am Twenty Three". i start to understand why " AGE " is the taboo for all woman. like it has become sth that u dun want to tell. you feel less proud, less eagar to tell ur age, especially after I have started to work..the thought of " TIME FLIES " has become stronger than ever. i have an imminent feeling that i m going to become...28..30...40....very very soon, and that i m not looking forward to celebrate birthdays anymore. so there is a sense of fear of growing furtherrrrr. but then think it deeply , this is that sense of fear which triggers you to grasp every chances to do whatever u wanted to do and to exploit whatever youth that remains in you. I know what lies ahead mostly would be=work. but i will never let myself to (grammar mistake corrected by my cheapass dear on 22/7) become the slave of work... i will have to make my 23rd year of life a meaningful one. make this year " one of those years " that I would be jealous about when i m 40.
21:45 to 21:55 me+ my ipod. lying on the floor. sit-up time. looking at the ceiling. imagining a blue-sky. n i m glad that i ENJOY this 21:45 to 21:55.
a picture i took on my birthday. gwen is flying :D I feel these four walls closing in Face up against the glass I'm looking out, hmmm Is this my life I'm wondering It happened so fast How do I turn this thing around Is this the bed I chose to make It's greener pastures I'm thinking about Hmm, wide open spaces far away All I want is the wind in my hair To face the fear but not feel scared Ooh, wild horses I wanna be like you Throwing caution to the wind, I'll run free too Wish I could recklessly love like I'm longing to I wanna run with the wild horses Run with the wild horses.. |