It means that much...

With two weeks left before the semester break ends, I have succeeded in failing to unpack and repack my belongings. Besides the usual routines a lifeless person does during the holidays, the very least I have done is help my mom here and there and again, succeeded in failing. Meaning to say that I lack skills in the field which I had to assist in.
Nevertheless, I have gained more knowledge about what she does and yes, I now understand how hard her job really is. It seems as if it is easy. And it is easier for those who only comment and refuse to think and choose to underestimate the workload of a translator.

Though I am rather unsure whether I even have the permission to reveal this to the outside world.

Even so, that doesn't kill the interest of mine to swim (funny saying this because I don't even know how to swim lolz) in the sea of the world of translating.

Another thing which has me worrying, and believe me, I worry too much about too many measly things in life, is   the fact that I will be jumping from the foundation base camp into the gates of the degree world. Still unsure of my future major, worrying about my future scholarship (if there is one that I'm even qualified for) and yeah, there's so much more that barely anything can describe my endless worries. I guess that's what makes me me: Worrying. That and the fact that I'm too paranoid for no reason about this and that.

One great thing that I have come to realise is that there's too much time wasted dilly-dallying, fighting, ignoring one another (and more), to notice that each and every person in your life means everything in the world to you. And sometimes you fail to even notice that. It's just right in front of you. It isn't to say that everyone is the reason why you are you, but that they only help you to be who you are now and who you will become in the near future. You are you. They influence you, not control you.


...and so much more.