Blessed are the meek

Finally manage to "steal" some time to update.

Heading to the gym just makes me feel so good but still I feel fat cause I'm eating. uh huh! Signs of anorexia. Yes yes... am watching out for that. Still munching chips down my throat but only a few pieces.

Anyways was on the bus the other day, heading somewhere when this just hit me.

Happiness. What is that? Each individual has our own definition of happiness. A simple 3 syllabus,9 letter word but it's worth is higher than that.

So what's the measure of yours? Or you've yet to think about it.

Slow down. Take a few secs to think. Soon you'll realise secs would turn to mins then hours. Now you're starting to think.

When I mention happiness here, I don't mean having "the man" of your life. Come on we're still young (if only my friends are reading). Life's a bitch, you never know a better man will come along one day. We are the new age women. Stronger and tougher.

But like I say each individual has different point of view to happiness. Maybe to some people having lots of branded goods is their happiness. Ain't trying to say that it's materialistic. Those are the results of hard work so pamper yourself!!

Gucci,Guess,LV.... blah blah... as the list goes on. They're never my kind of thing. Despite coming out to work for nearly a year plus. I still don't set my eyes on those. But I love bags. Cheap affordable bags that have different style and look.

Heading to the gym 3 times a week is an enjoyment for me. No matter how tired. The thought of putting on weight is just simply unacceptable. I've become paranoid I'm aware of that. Watching my diet and keeping fit.

Making the percussion band a success. Lots of performance,exposure. Excel at work. Hoping to change an environment. Studying part-time and working full-time which I simply can't wait. It sounds insane.

But this is my happiness. These are the things that satisfy me. That could keep me smiling.

Had dinner with my mum just now and she was so happy... And I realise I have not been spending time with her. I've been coming home late and barely get the chance to see her. She's happy but I'm sad. Cause she misses me yet I didn't realise it cause she never say it out. But it isn't difficult to see right. She everyday she would call me to ask what time I'm coming home.

"Don't be too late."

That's already a hint. But I was just to busy to even care... No heartless I would say.

So I came out with this plan. Every sat would be dinner with mummy. Bring her around for good food.