Bridget June’s Diary (on an Atypical Day)
Typical Bridget Jones situation:
Lonesome afternoon, Gin and Tonic in hand, struggling to do some serious study while floating in an minor hangover. Oh, short of a cigarette and some ‘All-by-myself ‘-kind-of music. Doesn’t matter, smoking is too expensive a habit to get into and as to music, I’ve got F.I.R, Shunza, and Alanis Morissette constantly yelling or humming for me. Quite a complete picture, though not too positive.
They say Easter is the holiest time of the year for Christians. Well I ain’t a Christian, thus I empathize the least holiness while suffer from major rage and pain. If I am loved and cared about, why am I still so lost? If I am doing all the right things, why do I feel so dispowered when I try to justify it? If I do need someone or something, what stopped I going get it? If I stay up till tomorrow, will it still rain on me?
Am chatting with a lot of friends back home now. An inevitable question that concerns them is ‘what am I going to do afer I graduate in a few months’. I wish I had a definite answer for them, but at the moment I really can’t offer something satisfactory. What I can do is fulfill whatever I can think of, as to the rest, God decides. Yes I’m still a strong believer of destiny.
Bridget Jones ended up living happily ever after, but had had lots of bumpy rides though.
