My Life, My Love, My Future

13th of January is approaching. I’m still sitting alone at Starbuck looking at my job application status — Yes, a job for my brithday gift would be sufficient.

I hope god will not find this as a greedy request. With the efforts that I have put in, I think I deserve to have it, at least as my birthday gift. One and a quarter year of suffering, I think that should be enough. Never thought of having a woman to have a private celebration with me during this day, not dare to ask for it either. Just give me a better job will do.

Too many debts to pay for; too many favors to return; can’t afford to accumulate more. Just give me a peaceful life. If I can have it, I’m willing to walk until the end of life, all alone, without asking for more.