The Tough times

Dear Diary,

Hanging High above the Ocean
Up in the Sky I roar

Huge is what it may be
But tiny is what I see

Sailing on the blue
Leaving rippling traits at the rear

Flashes of thoughts it brought
Like the journey I walked

Small I appear at the borderless
But traces I left on the path

Tough things might had been
But Success will come

Fear not being poor
Fear not being smart

For the believe I had
that is guiding key to the success door

~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~

It was a tough period, where everythiong goes wrong... but working part time for mount faber leisure grp brought some light to me... Thank god, thank crystel... Though it's not a fantastic pay job with some unavoidable politics, but I am lucky to meet with none, on top of that I earn lots of frenz, learn lots of things... I get to experience something different... It was at only during the period of working times that I felt love and job... working doesn't seem to be working at all... time just past too fast... I simply enjoy the working environment... I would say it's a fun place to "Work"..

How I love the times when i am alone in the cable car to work as well as back home... each time it gives me enlightenment and warmth and comfort... As I travel in the sky... watching the deep blue ocean... feeling the breeze... all my sorrows, blues simply disappeared... it's just this amazing.

I believe like the poem above... no matter how tough the ocean are, how small i am... I make a difference... I leave behind traces how all i have done.. with determination, with hardwork... I would succeed and soar high in the sky...