SHOUT IT FROM THE FLAG POLE
Crap. I totally miss the days when i had this compulsion to blog every single day. It was somewhat like doing a daily reflection of the events/ thoughts that happened in a day. Upon which i would choose certain thoughts/memories i would like to preserve down/ share and further ponder on them. Recently, i just found out that there is a term to sum up what i have just said, which is meta-cognition. Recently i hardly have the time to even gather my thoughts as they are usually all over the place and ruled by a bell. I need to start doing that again. I should try to.
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Its weird to actually start work. Or more like its weird in a normal way. In a sense that its not like this is the first time i'm doing what i'm doing now but its just weird that this is the REAL DEAL. I do enjoy it though in a mild way. I mean i would prefer not working or more like being kept busy with other things but i definitely do not detest what i'm doing neither do i dread it. I can't say i don't look forward to each day but neither can i say i do. I am not unhappy doing what i am doing but i would wish i had more to do or something more exciting. I'm like a schizophrenic in that sense. The kids though, they just make everything worthwhile.
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I can't believe Jan is coming to an end but i'm definitely looking forward to February. (:
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A singer in a smoky room
A smell of wine and cheap perfume
For a smile they can share the night
It goes on and on and on and on
A smell of wine and cheap perfume
For a smile they can share the night
It goes on and on and on and on
