Timeout

I just found out a way to release my down time. I always thought music - whatever genres - would fix my time, but it doesn't.

It is writing.

Writing (or blogging) just amazing how it makes me come to term with my emotions, although it not affect how I'd deal with my own problem at hand.

It makes me stop feeling sorry for myself, stop my tears and makes me forget stuff in that moment I write. I don't find courage in facing my own problem then, but it stops making me feel bad when I feel the whole world on my shoulder.

I find it a bit odd how I find pleasure in let loose my emotions in writing, yet not disclosing anything to anyone, orally.

Crying won't change anything, it just makes you feel worse. Writing, however, it focuses on the process how you transform your feelings in that worse moment into words. But just keep the details (problem) out the window. Or back of your mind.

That is how you should rally. Well, it works for me. That's matter.

Course After Course

I'm self-studying right now. Some basic stuff.

Well, I realize since this gateaway going to take for a while, it's best for me to learn the rope first. Sometimes you just have to do things that aren't your interest but hands-down benefit you. Who know it might turn out to be your ugly lifeline someday.

So here I come! I thought it is just a piece of cake. That I hope I'll take the cake!!

Probation Period

It has already two weeks since the end of December I got the job. I really didn't see it coming. Not even in a big company like it.

The work force in my office a total of 3 people. I was a bit surprised at first.

So far nobody put me through the wringer and I shall feel lucky. In fact, I am the one hired meant for staying in and take down important notes and phone calls. So I get the place all by myself most time anyway. WHO would give me a hard time? (not that I wish one) They come to check in sometimes and see what I get for them. I guess so far, everything work out just fine for me.

I know about that special day when I got my Christmas present was a bit out of the blue and made me wonder. Though I already figured it was dad who made the usual trip to the shrine for blessings.

Maybe I should be grateful for his determine trips. I shall not let him down, for I know he is incapable to do what I'm doing. I sincerely feel blessed.