Today, kind of depressing bits. When most of your friends knew you are going. They start asking you; “what’s your plan”. I have received 10 emails today itself. And not counting when the news starting to spread, by which most of us received an invitation to our own farewell party (by the way, we have to pay also…). Anyway, this “plan thing issues” making me nervous to think that…me, embracing early of “the prime age” and yet, have no plan for the first time, first time. Whereas some of us becoming “mastermind of our own rights”. Marky Z is a multi billionaire and he’s not even 30 yet. (mental note: I do not want to be billionaire, I just want to keep doing what I love doing…). Altho, I keep on answering “Life is what happens…” but deep down, it does not sound too convincing.
It’s too shabby. It’s like, you do not want to try at anything at all.
And I do not have any reason anymore to run away like I did previously. One of my best girlfriends said, “when you are young, you did that, you are naïve. But when you are older, it just plain stupid”. Agreed. Well said.
So, as my birthday approaching in 2 weeks time, I’ve came up with a plan during lunch hour. I will request my dear friends who care about me (mental note: it means no harm for me to think that they actually do care for me even if it’s the other way round…hehehehe) perhaps they could answer a question that help me to figure out. As my birthday gift.
Something. Atleast, one thing. An idea for A plan.