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And my summer has come to an end.

I really wanted this summer to be the best summer ever. The most fascinating and fun one. Because honestly, everything seemed to be going my way.

I had good friends, good food and everything. So it just seemed that everything would be all good.

I wouldn't say I had a bad summer. It's just that I assume that everything would be sweet. But life would not let me have things all sweet. So it added a little saltiness for me. I don't think it's a bad thing to have a little saltiness. It's just adds to the taste of life and makes it more vibrant.

Anyway, the saltiness is the hard part of my summer. And the only hard part about my summer is my internship. 

To be honest, I expected it to be super awesome and amazing. I expected to love every single minute of it.
But I didn't.

Turns out, I am not a fan of the department that I'm interning in. If anything, it took all of my will to get up in the morning and go to work. I have not been so upset in a long long time.

But then again, this only shows me the importance of finding a job that you love and that you are passionate in.

But other than that, it has been a wonderful summer.

Hanging out with friends occasionally.

Eating what I want to eat.

Watching things that I want to watch.

I wish I had more time though because I didn't really get to read much. 
Even writing was not that much.

So yea.

But it has been a wonderful summer overall and I'm grateful.

And my summer of life is far from over.
So I am just going to enjoy the ride.

Let my hair down and just go where the roads takes me.


Happy "Sam" said…
Yeah !!
All good good !!
hehe !!

Yes !!
Up and down !!
Sad and happy !!
healthy and sick !!

Sometime we cannot choose what we like and love !!
yes !!
Enjoy !!

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