The first entry of the new year. It's Saturday and I'm at home - surprise surprise! Carl has gone out to sea with his mates and I'm supposed to be doing some spring cleaning today. I should! I really should! Just in case you thought he's not making enough time for me, I spent the night with Carl (as usual)and came back this morning. Uh huh, we always make time for each other at least once a week no matter how busy we are. I hope the interview he went to yesterday pans out for him. He deserves this people. He's such a darling.
Things are looking up right now. I start to feel I actually can be pretty hopeful. It seems, I don't actually hate my job that much after assuring myself that I'm probably the best project manager one would ever find. And finally, for the first time in life, I feel it's something I can leverage for what I'm going to do in the future. My CV is tweaked with more professionalism now (added a second colour for aesthetics though). I signed up for a three day social media marketing course at ISS, NUS and I have intentions to become a certified project manager. Out of the sudden, my career objectives are finally in place! Having searched for that for a while, finally I'm beginning to see light at the end of the tunnel albeit not a defining streak.
I hope everything goes smoothly for the Carl and me. I think our relationship is great; we enjoy each other's company (for the past five months); we have never fought [don't jinx it C] and God, how I can see myself waking up to this every day. It's bliss isn't it? Something has changed in me - I actually want to cook for him, take care of him, support and encourage him in everything he thinks is right and work alongside him for my future, his future and our future (if there is). Geez, have I finally become a woman?
There's a part in me that wants to continue writing in that Germanic diary and send it out to that person who gave it to me after I'm done but come to think of it now, who the fuck cares about your sentimental side C.
I have the best right before my eyes now and God, I am going to love him right and I will never ever let him go.
Time to hone the cleaning skills now.
Saturday, January 18, 2014
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