Failure is the universe’s way of telling you to either try harder or try something else. Nothing more. Nothing less.


I don’t understand why, how or what brought me to this situation. All I want to do is run to my parents and cry, cry and cry some more. I wanna quit more than anything, but then again, I’m not one of those brats who have unlimited supply of funds at thier beck and call. I want to make something out of myself and staying at home, leisurely spending daddy’s money isn’t the way to do it.

But damnit, does it have to be this difficult?! Does it have to be this inhumane?! Kae told me earlier that life isn’t what we signed up for, but really, is this what I signed up for?

While typing this, I recall all the moments that I stayed up, slaving over a project way before its deadline, I recall missing out on several important events in my life that would be significant because I was studying for an exam I cannot get lesser than a 90 on. I remember all these sweet sacrifices and I look at where I am now and I cannot help but feel like breaking down and wishing that I was back to those days, because those days what I did mattered.

Today, what I’m doing seems trival and insignificant.

I cannot say more but maybe the quote above is true, maybe I’m not where i’m supposed to be anymore. It’s time for me to get up and move on.