So, tomorrow is the start of communication lessons without Dennis. I wonder how the new lecturer's gonna be like. So far, she seems to be quite a nice lady. But then againnnn... Looks can be deceiving, no?
Anyway,think I'm falling ill soon and I suppose the time go back to where I sounded quite like a witch. Throat's been feeling absolutely dry and.. ya, just dry (wtf).
Then again, who cares right?
Was thinking about my career prospects this morning while on the train and bus. I was seriously contemplating if journalism was going to be the thing for me in 20 years to come. I wonder if all I did was to write an entry which I think is so damn good, but it turns out to be mediocre in the editor's eyes, would I buckle such stress having to submit and put in the same amount of effort for each and every assignment for the rest of my life?
The fact that journalists here aren't exactly free to write what they want, in other words, everything's quite controlled and politically correct. Everything must be perfect.
One of my close friend told me recently, 'Learn how to appreciate imperfection'.
I never did understood how anyone could ever appreciate imperfection and I was quite skeptical about what he had to say. Prolly something that didn't make sense at all...
I just lost my mood to talk about this whole matter. I sincerely apologise.
Fuck.
You seem to be biting the hands that
