Kyou wa yokatta desuyo~

Didn't wake up for church.

Bad, me.


Woke up at roughly 12.30pm.

Prepared and went to KLPac for my company's event hosting - Glitz & Glamour by Dama Orchestra.

Was a great performance xD Loved it so much. Made me wish again, so badly, to be on-stage once more...

Wishing I could be in the show-biz. Wishing I could use those talents to put the coins into my bank.

Wishing I wasn't broke, stuck in a desk-bound job, getting "poor, poor, poor, fair, and poor" for all my assessments...

I mean, what's the point in calling me to your office, making me listen to all your 'advice', and giving me nothing but "poor poor poor, fair, and poor"?

Even my aunt questioned: If my boss gives me such praise, why is it that my assessment comes out so bad?

Don't ask me; I don't know. I'm not the one doing my assessment. And what choice do I have but to sign it? If I refuse to sign it, there will only be trouble trouble and more trouble. For everyone, and myself. Getting justice for what I do... Does that really outweigh the amount of trouble that will come by?

I don't know. But for the sake of my boss, I've chosen to ignore it. That person has a direct link to the highest management possible, and I've already come up with a theory on how such a person was put into office anyway. And as far as I know, my theory holds water.

Anyway...

Yeah. My boss met my mom and grandmother today. She had (besides telling them to tell me to sleep earlier...) nothing but praises for me. I was standing some distance away clearing up our company's stuff (heck even the finance manager offered to help, and gave a helping hand regardless of whether I said yes or no), but I heard every single word.

For a moment... I was proud of myself. Proud, and grateful for the fact that someone like her was my boss; someone who appreciated what I did, and the lengths that I went to do them.

The last time I felt like that... Was when I got my 'best student award' plaque. Possibly the only other time I felt that amount of pride.


I guess... Behind that dark stormy cloud is a silver lining. A silver lining I've seen and known, but refused to accept and understand. I kept focusing on the fact that it was raining and throwing thunder and lightning at me.

Well... I'll just wait then. When the time of the storm has passed by, I'm sure I'll bask in that sunlight, dry off, and feel the warmth.

Besides... I like the rain anyway.

And I hope, so will my future wife.

Because kissing in the rain... Would be so romantic. ;)


....Yes that was random xD;;


P.S. Btw Anonymous, I didn't actually mean it to be a poem. I was just typing out the words without thinking on structure. But well, after re-reading it... Yeah it does look like a free-form poem xD;; Thanks for the compliment. :)

And no, I haven't wrote a poem for my mother. It's too... restrictive in a sense. There would be so much to write about, yet putting it into a short poem would mean cutting out so much. ;)

but I'll try. One of these days. When it isn't 2:45am, and I get naggings from my mom, grandmother, AND boss about my sleeping habits. :P


God...

Please, forgive me for not being in church to receive Your Word today.

I will try my best to mend my sleeping habits, if not for myself, then for our 'relationship'.

That I may be able to wake up early, and to be there to receive Your Word, fresh on a Sunday morning.

Forgive me, Lord.

Goodnight.