The Witch Came Home

Time to panic.

I have not lost a single inch off my waist. Truth be told, I seriously believed I’ve even gained two.

It’s crazy how sometimes I look at myself, that I’m age 23 now, an age where I should have known better than to lose sleep over an inch of fat and two minuscule pimples on my chin.

With my second paycheck, I’ve indulged in salmon sashimi (ah my great love!) and a bag of Dermalogica products. I can’t wait for the third, which I plan to invest in a joint bank account and a nice holiday on a tropical beach.

I know! Huge step, right?

Most of the time, I’m afraid I made the wrong decision. Coming back to Miri, getting a job out of my educated field and only living my passion as freelance. Why didn’t I go full-time instead? Why didn’t I just grab the offer to go KL and work in a production company?

Questions, doubts, questions.

Then I would calm down and I realised that this was planned for me by God, that he gave me this chance because I’ve prayed for it… and surely I should be grateful.

My love for media will not die within me.
If I didn’t know better, I would think I’m wishing for more guts.