Hello! I know it's been ages since I've blogged and I blame that on my dad, whom I've inherited the lazy genes from (if you see this, I'm just kidding daddy!). Now I'm stuck on the bus with an hour to spare and my opponents on Words with Friends are not responding as fast as I'd like them to, so I decided to work towards my resolution to blog more.
The other day I was just wondering.. I always said writing was my passion, but how passionate am I about it REALLY when I have to push myself to do it? Of course once I get started its fun and I enjoy it, but most of the time I choose to do other things like watch my dramas. Maybe my passion is watching Korean dramas. Or MAYBE I'm just too lazy and ill-disciplined to get off my butt and start working towards my dream.
Which brings me to the point of today's entry.. Am I loving my life TOO MUCH? I always feel so happy and contented with my life, and I know its good to feel that way but sometimes I get so comfortable that I forget I'm not the only one who matters. I want to make my family happy too. And I guess the only way is to break out of my comfort zone and start doing more. I briefly read through my other post on the resolutions I made this year and realize that while I've almost done all the "fun" ones, I have barely even tried to do the more productive ones. Also, I tend to get so comfortable that I just leave my dream of writing in a corner together with the weight-loss and driving license plans.
I really need to work on saving so that I can study!! I will still continue loving my life, just have to remind myself from time to time to do better for the people around me.
