Career choices.

Last semester I was a financial planner. This semester I'm going to be a biologist.

This seems like a throwback to yesteryear when my dad would ask me what I wanted to be when I grew up and I would reply, 'I don't know. Maybe a fireman, or a photographer'.

When I was in primary school and just started on my lifelong journey of failing math, my dad would lecture me on the importance of studying saying, 'if you don't study hard and pass your o levels, next time you become cameraman how? Cannot earn money one you know?!'

Yes dad, how right you are.

On a more depressing note, I'm now more fearful of making new relationships in fear of being let down again. It's been a tough ride for the past few months and although I survived, I never want to repeat any part of it again.

"I breathe the hopes that you've all forgotten/
lay on my back and dream of screams/
will we ever be the same/

I'm not afraid to be alone/
I can hear my heart speaking/
it's true that the earth and the muses/
they know your name/"

Jvlz - Solivagus.

I will never regret ever writing this song.