Thursday, 29 August 2013

Intern Diaries: What is life...

I was hoping this deep thinking phase wouldn't catch up with me while I am doing work here. The organisation I am interning for is a non profit organisation with the mission of the better good, it has been a good few weeks so far but what it has made me do is confront my purpose of life, again. 

I know by now that I am far from figuring anything out, but I thought at least I knew the general direction I want to head to. Being here has reopen the thought that life is short and I should do what I fucking want to do. I began thinking about dreams I let go and how it may never come true now since that day I told myself to look forward. That isn't all. Do I want to chase happiness and interest I know can satiate me at least while I do them, or do I want to take the hard road and fight for something I believe in, the greater good. A life guaranteeing hard work, low pay, and tough opposition from the manny people that question why you chose to do what you do. What do I want to do?

I can't answer that. Maybe it is too early for me, but I suspect I wouldn't know the answer in two years time when I do have to come out with something to convince everyone else that I know what I am doing. 

Here we go again, I feel like a monotonous tape on replay. All I want to do is sleep. 

Tuesday, 20 August 2013

Intern Diaries: OMG where did all Monday go...

*poof* That was how my weekend went. In a blink of an eye. No where, gone, and Monday too, now Tuesday is gone and tomorrow is Wednesday. Oh God... I don't exactly know who I'm reporting to, but for some reason, there're like four people handing me jobs to finish within the week. I can't handle all of it! I need some sleep (which I am totally not doing anything about it right now staying up writing this). Let me describe my day to you: Wake up, go to work, work, come home, yes work, sleep. Wake up. And eat lots of lots of lots of food, my stomach bulges abnormally largely. But food is so good here at home. 

Not really sure that I completely understand the concept of a holiday. 

I know I complain a lot, but I find it hard to write about happy. I'm great at talking about sad and bad and crazy things. I'm sorry I'm so whiny. I'm working on it. Promise.