Welcome to the 1st proper post of my new blog.


Topic for the day: Is a busy life a fulfilling one?

I have been really really busy with work work work and more work. Either that, I am having driving lessons. It feels like I am really doing something during this LONG break, so much so that I am in fact lacking sleep. Everytime I feel like going out with my friends for a short gathering, I would be so tired that I would persuade myself not to go, or my mum will do the persuasion. Eventually, I just neglect all my friends. Yes, that's not what I want. that's not what I like. And when I'm doing something I dislike, it cannot be considered a fulfilling life, right?

But I had always thought that any day spent doing nothing is a waste. That is not fulfilling. That was the reason why I was so 'depressed' when I did not have a job and was rotting at home. So now, what is the definition of fufilling? Maybe, it means that we have to spend time doing things we like for the whole day and during any free time that we have?


No lesson in the world educates you more than the lesson you gain from life. That is what I found out from these few months of 'real life education'. I still have another semester to go!

Here I present to you:
~White Horse
by Taylor Swift

Say you're sorry
That face of an angel
Comes out just when you need it to.
As i paced back and forth all this time
'cause i honestly believed in you.
Holdin' on,
The days drag on.
Stupid girl,
I should've known, i should've known.

(( chorus ))
That i'm not a princess; this ain't a fairy tale.
I'm not the one you'll sweep off her feet,
Lead her up the stairwell.
This ain't hollywood; this is a small town.
I was a dreamer before you went and let me down.
Now it too late for you and your white horse to come around.

Maybe i was naive,
Got lost in your eyes and never really had a chance.
I had so many dreams about you and me:
Happy endings.
Now i know

(( chorus ))
That i'm not a princess; this ain't a fairy tale.
I'm not the one you'll sweep off her feet,
Lead her up the stairwell.
This ain't hollywood; this is a small town.
I was a dreamer before you went and let me down.
Now it too late for you and your white horse to come around.
And there you are on your knees
Begging for forgiveness, begging for me
Just like i always wanted, but i'm sooo sorry.

'cause i'm not your princess; this ain't a fairytale.
I'm gonna find someone someday who might actually treat me well.
This is a big world; that was a small town, There in my rearview mirror disappearing now. And it's too late for you and your white horse
Now it's too late for you and your white horse to catch me now.
Oh whoa whoa whoaaa try and catch me now.
Ooh it's too late to catch me now.