So I’ve woken up at 4 am cos I cant sleep. I would have, eventually, lulled myself, but I’ve been doin that for three days, so today I decided to just get up. So I picked up my notebook and came to the internet, which I approach much like I approach life itself. I keep coming to the internet in search of something; website after website for some kinda information or influence which will put that brilliant light on how to exactly go about my life and make it splendid.
The main concern is the fact that going for that interior designing course is no longer looking that lucrative. I just do not see myself heading places, esp. the places I wanna head with this limited 1 year diploma. Now how exactly do I wriggle out of it without distressing my already exhausted parents? I know this is my last chance and there will be no more, because it barely feels like a chance. there is an option for me to say no, i tell myself infinitely. So this must be it. The last one. Which I kinda like. Because I make my best decisions at the edge.
Ok wait, I need more ginger tea.
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Yes, back. Between, my parents are awake as well. Amma cos of terrible back pain, acha cos, well, hes like, wassup people? What a wonderfully synchronized family. I do love them, I do, just this one last horrible thing.
So whats the latest fancy? No.1, I wanna head off to the land of opportunity, OO,Es, Ye. No. 2, there Ill do an MBA either in entrepreneurship (never even heard of such a specialization, right? Its absolutely common anywhere outside India) or in food and agribusiness. There is also penn state and their ice cream manufacturing course (Ben n Jerrys went there), but that doesn’t quite fit in with my exaggerated view of telling people how I want my food, unless I couple it with an mba again. If I had put all this forth, before I signed up for that stupid course, acha would have been very enthu.
But wrong timing is my name, eeya eeya oo, eh?
Meanwhile, where is that stupid woman H, Im dying to pour my heart n soul and be rebuked.
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