When things go wrong or not how we had hoped they would, we would all like to think that there must be a reason behind it. Maybe God has something better planned for us, maybe God was saving us, and maybe God is testing us.

And when things get out of proportion and nothing turns out right, I would usually blame it on luck. Or, I could just sit around and wait for Ashton Kutcher to appear and tell me that I've just got Punk'd. But who am I kidding?

The past 5 weeks have been awful for me. Well, mostly. I am not having the time of my life, getting inspired from what I do for 8 hours (or more) everyday, 5 days a week. It is not fun. I feel like I am doing too much, but none of that is going to be good for me or my future. I don't mind having stuff to do while still being able to manage only because I am motivated and inspired to do well. But that's definitely not what's happening right here.

I don't like how it's taking my time away from my weekends with the family, my reading and when was the last time I actually sat in front of the telly to catch a full episode of a series?

I'm not trying to make myself sound like a workaholic but work is pretty much written all over me now. Maybe this is not made for me. I'm not ready.

I can't quite tell you how overwhelming to know for how long this space has been around. TSW turned 6 on the 11th. Looking back, I must admit I have written TONS and HEAPS of nonsensical stuff. And then the writing began to mature, as I do too. I think? I ought to keep this space as a memorabilia of my teenage years since.. this is indeed my last teenage year. Yikes. Don't like the idea of that.

But.. 6 is good huh? Happy 6th birthday, TSW. But who is the Superwoman, you might ask? I still have no bleeding clue. Not me, that's for sure.

I had an extremely taxing day at work, at another office that I am temporarily stationed at. And I don't even know why I even want to blog.

I have just wrapped up my reflection journal that I have to do fortnightly to my supervisor in school. It's basically me just ranting about how much I miss school and how I think school's been a great help to brace myself as an intern.. and of course, other things as well.

I get so emotional in my reflection journals sometimes, I just hope my supervisor is not going to penalise me for that. Yikes. Sometimes I wonder. Is it just me or is what I am doing too much for me to handle? But it's not as if I have a choice.

Maybe working is not made for me. Maybe I am just made to be behind the desks with books, notes and stuff.
Can I be a student all my life? Please? I said please! :(

It's already five months into 2012. It's the fourth week of my internship, I have twelve weeks to go and I can't help but to think maybe I'm not cut out for this.

No, not the internship company that I am working for, nor the industry that I think I am interested in. But to be exact, the real world. 9-5 job, well for my case it's 1-9, getting so consumed into work, money on the mind and all that... for the lack of better words, adult stuff. Yes, adult stuff. The things I never thought I'd get myself into when I'm barely 19.

I still think I'm 15. Or, I wish I were 15.
I want to be 15 all over again because right now, all I would rather worry about is handing my homework/assignments in on time than to have impress everyone in the office with my capabilities. I would also very much rather be worried about doing well in school, getting a decent number of As and Bs in my report card than to have a possibility of my boss firing me (which is not happening to me, by the way).

I want to drench myself in self-written notes, highlighted textbooks, and the crazy number of worksheets the teachers decide to give me. All that. I want that again.

This entry shows that I am intern who misses everything about school. Or probably a girl, who doesn't want to grow up.

Have a good May, everybody.

I'll wake up to the second week of my internship later and it has hit me how much I miss school. I'd preferrably be in the academia for as long as I live. As much as I would love to be a media professional or a buzzing writer and all that good stuff, I'd rather have stress from school... than something called 'work'.

This entry has no intention of giving you the impression that my internship sucks or that I might suck at being an intern. But I'd love the idea of having to start my senior year in a classroom.

School reopens soon. Have a good first day, everybody!

I am a Communications student and an aspiring writer. I have been trained to articulate my ideas and feelings. I figured I shouldn't be afraid hit 'post to thesuperwoman' all the time. As much as I would like to move on to a new Livejournal, I'm just not ready. 5 years worth teenage angst (but was I that bad?), crazy and silly everyday rants that have gotten me into trouble in school with the teachers. Memories. Golly!

Looking back, I have realised how I would usually give more dirt in my entries. I am much more comfortable dishing out details of my own unfortunate, heartwrenching incidents than having to type light-hearted, joyful things that I went through. All because I didn't want to come off as fake or a person who thinks her life is so worthy for people to read about.

The only concern I have that makes me each time I feel like backspacing or deciding to keep some entries private is who in the blue hell would be bothered to read about how I spent the day or... what I think of people who try so hard to look like what they see on Tumblr.. or how Adele makes me feel with her songs..

But so what? I've had this for 5 years now and no one's getting in my way of writing my butt off. I doubt anyone reads this anymore. So all the more I should go on and on about my feelings, and mine only.

How I'm feeling now? I'm Starving with a capital 'S' (pretty obvious huh?). And he'd better hurry from work so we can have dinner!

I made a shift to Tumblr not because I felt like I had to, to stay current or relevant. But I was getting jaded with having to write so much here and always having to backspacing most of the things I've typed because I don't want to tell it all. I thought by having a Tumblr, I could still have my photos up but keeping it much simpler than what I usually do here.

You'd only either love or hate my Tumblr because 95% of the shiz that's posted, is mine and that shiz is probably non-reblog worthy. So following me would not be so ideal as I think that the whole Tumblr community is sharing and reblogging all the time, well almost.

I created a Tumblr also to follow fellow users who have intriguing stuff that they put up. From fancy rooms, celebrity photos, funny/emotional/sappy quotes and GIFs, postcard-esque photos of ideal holidays, gorgeous models (my all-time favourite Victoria's Secret Angels included), to sleek rides (I'm mostly talking about longboards since cars would not be of any relevance to me) and people from all around the world with a great ass of a wardrobe.

I enjoy the stuff I see on my dashboard although sometimes it gets randomly M18. However, even though it might be none of my business or something that is the least of a concern for me, I have to say this.

It gets sick to my stomach when I see people trying so hard to be what they see on Tumblr. Don't get me wrong, I check out my dashboard too if I've got no idea in mind what to wear on some days. 

But I think there is so much more than to looking like what you see on Tumblr. Again, it's not my problem really. But come on, in the famous words of Kourtney Kardashian "People... are.. dying."

This would be the third consecutive entry that I've mentioned about Tumblr on Livejounal. I'm not getting into trouble for this. Right?

I am back, though not for good. Well, at least I don't think so. I'm back because I have missed this place. And I also miss having to write about things I think I should write about here. My humble Tumblr's looking good with occasional photo posts that are usually accompanied by captions that don't tell much just because I like it like that.

With that, of course I miss this dear place where I can go on and on because I am pretty sure that no one ever bothers to read word for word what I've to say. I'll admit that my life's not as interesting as I'd like to picture it to be. But life's still good.

I can't quite put together in an entry all that I've gone through since I last wrote here. Good or bad, happy or sad, I haven't been penning down my thoughts anywhere and sometimes it hits me how much I miss this place. How many times have I said that already?

Since I am a Communications student, and a person who loves to write and a girl who started to blog since she was 9, I figured there's no way I can stop writing for this space that I have created 5 years ago. I hope writing this entry would do me some good.

Come April, I will start my senior year as an intern for an education centre and I hope I will be a lot of good use to the people there. I have yet to know about my roles and what is expected from me. But I'm ready.

As I am nearing my senior year and having to go through all the exciting things as a journalist/media professional to-be, I often think about whether writing is made for me and whether I am made for writing.

I hear about people switching fields of interest or careers and I wonder if that will be me in time to come. I like how determined I am about what I am going to do as a career but I can't help but to be afraid of what the future holds for me.

Much love to anyone who happens to read this. I'll keep you updated.