On being single
I am skating my way down the road to spinsterhood. Or perhaps this is just another mid-life crisis episode. I’d live a short life, thus the assumption. I do not see myself collecting my retirement money and spending it on a luxurious jetsetter’s travel nor stare at my pruning limbs while the people I grew old with deteriorates one at a time. I’ll die young, and this belief may be the reason why I’d like to put my career on a halt, travel the places I listed on my tickler and read the growing number of books on my personal library. I keep on remembering the need to live one day at a time, as if you were just born today, no, not as if it is your last. There’s something so glum about “last” that may trigger one in pursuing pranks instead of giving one’s best. Live as if you were born today shares the sentiment of seeing things for the first time and being brave enough to succeed even after an initial failure. Failure has no place in my aggressive stunt to finish my degree. I may be