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Sunday, April 10, 2011, ϟ 0 shout(s)
Screw my blog settings. I have no time to mend them.
Brainless rattle.
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It's been ages since I am granted the freedom to indulge in an hour of blogging, or stick my nose in a good book. In this sense, I'm actually busier now than in my JC years. Eww. :( That hectic, 9am-6pm desk bound job coupled with crazy after-work driving lessons and the occasional night outings on freeer nights suck the living soul out of me. Weekends are packed with family outings and this is the only Sunday in weeks in which I just got to laze in front of my computer. Marketing, ACBing and running. Quitting my job is not impossible, but I since I kinda like such packed days, and of course the liberty to buy and eat anything without worrying about my tightening purse, plus that immense amount of effort and searching I did to get this job, and also that completion bonus of 41.6% of my monthly pay, and experiencing that whole new working environment which schools didn't provide (which I don't entirely like but have to face in later life), I'm staying. Plus now that Jocelyn and MelHo are working with me, the anticipation for lunch we always feel, the complains over my horrible customers... Working is quite awesome! I'm just so glad that everything is falling into place. Nicely, prefectly. When I was little, all I'd wanted is "to be a princess so that I can have everything I want." Now that's the childish version of happiness. Seems like all we're chasing for in this lifetime is happiness. But then and there, we wouldn't know that a princess that has everything she wants is a far cry from happiness, isn't it? Little by little, the perceptions are shaped, and actually, not having everything defines happiness. Everyone in their basic right is happy. We can take it that their periodical moments of sadness actually fuels their ultimate setting of perfection and happiness. Because only with sadness can one actually feel happiness. Happiness is not having, but having something you have not. That's why we always like to choose for people gifts that are not necessarily expensive, but is definitely something that they'd wanted for a long time. Grand Theft Auto IV X-box for my brother, all the clothes I buy for my sister (and myself :P), that Cadbury Picnic bar for Mom. In one short weekend, my dad bought for himself a new sony lcd tv, dvd player and printer. I bought myself two lipsticks, a liquid and a crayon eyeliner and mascara. All these are definitely materialistic, not really cheap but buys happiness. In my simple, brainless definition of "buying happiness", I conclude that when I buy it and felt happy, I bought happiness. Silly, but what other definitions are there? Therefore, wealth buys happiness, no? Haha, I'd definitely die if I submit this is a GP essay, but I'm just too lazy to think of a counter, as I always did. That's for now, bye kids! PS: On an Yuchlogia scale, I'm feeling an eight.
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