I confess, I’ve always been so mean and cruel, to myself and to the people around me. It’s mostly because I am horrified by the limit of my time. How many years do I still have, 40, 30 or 20?
Last time I messed up my sleep schedule, it took me over two weeks to fully restore it. I had nausea and headache, as well as aches in cervical vertebra and right wrist. Sometimes, I could not clearly see the letters on the screen. Even weeks after that, I still had a bit of difficulty in sleeping and breathing.
Everything was really really like a mess.
I worked and studied continuously since last summer. At the worst time, I had two commercial projects and three school projects ongoing simultaneously, yet I still had homework and finals.
I’m not a workaholic, I just hate mediocrity.
I still go to school, have a lot of homework, essays and exams. Personally, I still keep a long list of new knowledges, skills and tools that I want to study.
I’m not a good student, but I’ve been a good self-learner.
Mum wants to hold the family together. But the current situation is, she’s in the north, sister’s in the south, I’m in the other side of the world, while dad is always on the high-speed train to somewhere.
Sorry, I’ve no idea yet.
I used to hate talking about money, but now I have to admit it. Money can make many things, if not everything, so much easier. And people like to measure one’s success by money, because it’s simple, direct, and somehow reasonable.