When I was 12, I thought I would have no secret to my parents.
When I was 14, I thought I would have got married and children at 20.
When I was 16, I thought I would wear no skirts.
When I was 18, I believed friendship stayed forever.
When I was 20, I thought love is the biggest thing to learn.
When I was 22, I thought $9000 monthly wage was all I needed.
When I was 24, I thought I would never open my eyes again from the ovarial cyst removal surgery.
When I was 26, I thought my daily life would be 7-hour sleep and 17-hour work.
When I was 28, I thought my heart was broken forever.
Now I am 29.5, I am single. The guy who broke my heart has fixed it. My parents will not agree that I should have left Hong Kong. I have made many new friends of different nationalities but need time to pick up my Hong Kong old friends. The supply teacher job has paid me enough to work eight hours ONLY. In return, I must wear skirt at work.
I supppose my 30th birthday will be in the middle of nowhere alone. My face will have more winkle and my waist is still breaking the record. These can't stop the fuckers but they will not have a chance. I will still fight for my dreams with all my might.
When I am 32...probably I will be still on the Earth, being the Queen of Mountains, or high hills, if they will not have become the Islands yet.
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