Here I am again, soundless, thoughtless and (gak) topless.
Trying to write anything that popped in my head. But I can’t. As empty as my money in my bank account.
I will start another new phase in my life. September 1st, the new class begin. I’ll be at the office from 7 to 5, and spend the rest at uni. I wonder whether i can cope that or i’ll kiss the road in no time.
There will be assignments to be done. Dead line to rush the works. Headaches. Laziness.
But, quoting from Eva Celia,
It’s not where you’re from, it’s where you at. It’s not what you’ve got, it’s what you make out of what you’ve got
I do feel a little better. I have purposes by continuing my study, and i’ll stand at the end proudly. So i’ll keep on walking with my head up, i’ll kick-ass.