a fiasco- or so i would think it was

so, remember the opening scene of elizabethtown?

mr. oh-so-hot orlando bloom opened it by telling us the difference between a failure and a fiasco. i couldn't actually remember what he said. though, i'm quite sure that a fiasco is a more worse level of failing.

well, i'm not saying that i'm failing right now. but that scene was very helpful in the stage where i'm in.

my self centered ego was taking it's dominancy(??new word i made, perhaps?). it's december and everybody's gone crazy.i haven't had time to breath since my 21st birthday, thank you very much. i had my internship interview, got accepted, and it has been an i-got-to-run pace of living.

unfortunately, every person is doing the same exact thing.so, it's not really fair for me to actually whine, when other people don't. but, uhhmm, it's been a while. another week to go, and i should be done running.and now, i'm catching my last breath for that one last mile. i pant as i step, and i really find the need of people's cheer to boost my last hanging breath.

i found no cheer was around though. they didn't cheer nor discouraging me. i just know they're there. doing nothing, or litterally ignoring me(saying it harsh)

and i just found out i kinda need to cheer myself for this one time. and try as hard as possibe to cheer others, cause they might have the need as i did.

i lost control of myself though. i was so desperate for support, that it seems other people not-doing-anything- act seem to be a discourage for me.

and a simple too much sms might find itself as the bad guy this time.i'm trying to avoid mr.fiasco from coming.