Option One

Okay I have no assignments at the office and the editors aren't in yet, which is why I am blogging profusely. The beauty of blogging is that you get to talk smack about any human being in the world and express your heart to the fullest.

See, I have this thing where I can eloquently express what I am thinking right now and not risk over or under-doing it because I have a gift for words. All words. I can properly choose the phrases and words to aptly fill in the void in which only my heart understands.

I believe that all people have this enigmatic thought called a fairytale dream. They believe that only them can live a fairytale life and the others should suffer in hell. Do not get me wrong, I am not having a bad day at the office;this has just been in my mind for a long time now.

Whether you are studying or just working a regular office job, there is no denying that there is such a theory. A theory so strong that I do not hesitate to invest time to write a book about it. I call it the "Option Two" theory. It is where that an individual believes that shall not be liven to the fullest. You should always be at first gear.

Now I have serious thoughts of joining a bigger news agency. A worldwide based news agency which is based at a nearer location as compared to the current one I am in now. The situation is the only win-win scenario I can think of. Therefore "Option One" is taken. Why do people not believe in "Option One?'

I always thought I am way to old to be in Option One. I am 24. I have not traveled much, apart from the fact that I have studied thousands of miles away from home in Borneo. I do believe that I have acquired invaluable experience in the form of observation and self study. I love books. In university, the library is my favourite place. I actually go to the library to unwind.

Okay back to the main topic of me considering Option One. A) I do not have to move to Petaling Jaya in March when my office relocates. B) Hell, this offer is wayyyy bigger than my current one. It is global. And I believe that belong in some place international. Kuala Lumpur is amazing and global to some point.

Heck this is my opportunity to shine,right?

And knowing me, you should expect something outlandish such as an Option Three,me moving to a Southern European nation to seek asylum. Lol seeking asylum. That's cute. That's Latin for running away?

Ok ok. Here I am watching the news in the news agency that I am working for and KNOWING that I can do better than the ugly coyote at the monitor. So, am I not at the monitor. A) my face is invaded with blemishes and this quashed my confidence completely. B) The first day that I came to work at this office, the fucken bitches have taken an animosity rampage on me, with no fucken idea why.

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