It was when I haven't known how much I have grown up to meet the
perfectionist and professionalism.
When I
was eight I always dreamed of becoming an adult who will stand on her feet to
serve her greedy stomach. I had a great dream full of hopes and desires which
will never be fulfilled even if the greatest wish was be-quested for me to wish
my wishes. My desires are seemed to be the one to encourage me to hold on the
hopes of my life and the desires which never backs me from the place where it
was caught in the secret of success. I loved to plan though I cannot implement
effectively.
The years proceeded preceding my great hopes and dreams. It has reached a year
when point knocked me to realize what I have dreamed for, the seventh and the
eighth grade. Little perceptive then before I have sensed how dreams should
walk over the desires and hopes. Not being less then a hopeful person and
approaching the dreams fostered, the year 2003 and 2004 ended. With that
popping dreams and hopes I was certainly a high school girl attending ninth and
tenth grade, vision-less of how I should be reacting towards my hopes and
dreams the year swift ed over swinging on its usual schedule. The following
year I was in eleven much more innocent then before as I haven't qualified in a
stream where I 'm interested in. Probably, ignoring the great parts and relying
on the suspicion thoughts; the year passed. In 2008, I attended my twelfth
grade with same ignorance.
Although it was said that plan less, do more: eat less,
chew more, the fact doesn't substitute what I have been practicing for decades.
Ever I realized of my dreams, hopes and desires it never seemed to be the
glasses purely magnified for clear visionary alternatively it happens in the
way how it should be happening without giving impression on how I have hoped
for, desires and dreams.
Still then luck favored me to study somewhere in a
novelist profession of the world much perfection especially for a person like
me so I always feel myself blessed with that perfect profession though
society's view creeps our profession down. This story ends here with the
perfect profession till 2012.
Same here. Che chey u made me remember a nursery rhyme....chew chew chew ur food, the more u chew the less u eat, better u'll feel.....was my fav.
ReplyDeletechunku! m I not good at recapitulating the grossary of your childhood plays...ha ha..I m happy that at least I have stated one man's fav. here ...lol..
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