Hi, you. I'm Carol.
This is my online journal about my life.
I usually write when in rumination.
Hi, you. I'm Carol.
This is my online journal about my life.
I usually write when in rumination.
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Wednesday, September 30, 2026 @ 1:54 PM There is now way in my period of life that the "future me" of this blog would revisit some of the old writings. Isn't life such a silly thing, to think about? That somewhere on the spectrum of time, my younger self was wondering what my future self was up to. And, to think this future me knows the answer to all of her old wanderings about life and how much of tales she'd be telling. First of all, to update her on the most exciting news (I think she'd be thrilled the most about this as a hopeless romantic), is that I am already 1 year married. Oh, to think that I would be marrying someone in such a young age of 26 years old, she'd be shocked! We were thinking of marrying up around the age of 28 or 29 years old. Although, I would say I went through a whole lot of things through the relationships and learned so much things about myself I didn't know before. Bazillion crazy things happen in the relationship before the marriage, maybe that's for another writing, but those are lesson learned and really slapped the f- out of my hopelessly romantic ahh. I guess it's an inevitable thing about becoming an adult, yeah? Learning that love is merely just a floating feeling, you need to know that this is reality, not some fairytale, and sometimes life will slap you once or twice, here and there. Another thing is, out of that accounting major I decided to take, I am now an external senior auditor in one of Big 4. Crazy, huh? To think that I would be entering my first real job at a Big 4, and now I'm a senior in another Big 4. Who really would have thought? Old me would went crazy, we were never big on being a career pursuer type of gal. And, no, I no longer really dwell on ice cream as much as the older me was (such a melancholy for preferring to eat ice cream even during rain). Now I'm all about salty & savory foods! I could eat only salty chips all week to survive on, but a gluten intolerance diagnose help saving me from impulsively shorten my life through that dream lifestyle. Who would have thought I am gluten intolerance, when all of my life I've been loving the f- out of breads and chips and noodles and all of those glutens. — The thought of opening up my vaulted blog post occurred as a 2 AM thoughts, on a Thursday dawn where I still have a work day ahead of me later. To be frank, I was in a little spiraling chain of thoughts and hoping writing it out will help. And now I've been going back and forth with this blog HTML code layout until 4.30 AM. I'm no longer feel an ounce of sleepiness through the thrill of updating this old vault of mine. Truthfully, I ransacked through the web to spurt out some of my thoughts here, hoping this is another form of journaling that will help ease my thoughts. I've been with the current company for less than a year, not yet even out of the probation period—they extended mine because I didn't get any client during my first 3 months here. Friday, January 27, 2017 @ 10:54 PM
Some people find their passion at 5, some people find who they really are at 17. But at 17, I'm still searching for myself. I thought I wanted to be a doctor, to help people in need, and I thought I was good at trying to tell myself I wanted to be a doctor. I'm not and I don't want to. The more I know how hard it is to be a doctor, the consequences it takes to become one I mean you're dealing with people's lives, I don't think I will be ever ready for that. I want to help people, seeing them smiling at you after what you've done to them really warms your heart, but I just suddenly knew to be a doctor wasn't my passion. It turns out I am kinda good at planning money, I just realized it this past few months, as I was planning my money. I came from a small family with limited source income but still I want to travel the world, study abroad, living outside of my little world now. And I guess that makes me sort of good at planning money and I love it. Turns out accountant is not as bad as I thought and it hopefully suits me better, we'll see that later. Thing is, I really want to have so much time with my future kids. I want to see them grow, I want to see the boys on a robotic league, send my girls to some ballerina contest, I want to grow with them. And I know I wouldn't have that much time if I become a doctor. At least, I thought accountant has more free time. I want to bake cake and cookies on my free time, cook breakfast and dinner for my family. I want to be a great mother, that's another passion of mine.
But right now, I just want to be alone. I want to learn more about me, stuff I never realized about me before. Like, today I just found out that I really want my future boys to build an awesome robot, I want them to be so good at it and have a special room for it. It just strike to me as I watched my little cousins learn to build one with my uncle.
I know the future is still far away for me to have my own family, and I have to admit that I'm scared to know who is my future husband. How many kids we will have or do we live in Germany or Australia or any other countries that I never think about. I want it to be a mistery and let life figure that out for me, but sometimes I want to cheat and look just a little bit. If that's possible.
If you know the show how i met your mother, I'd be a mix of Lily and Robin. I want to travel the world, drive down the autobahn in my sexy car, alone at midnight enjoying the view of the sky, rent a small villa up on the mountain and see the world under me. But I also want to have a family, find my true love and have the time of my life with him every bits of our life. I want to be a part of someone else's life and actually be the one they think about every time they see the night sky and wish I was there with them or every people they meet they wish they're with me instead. And I'll be on the autobahn, driving past the speed limit on my way to France. Kidding. But, yeah, I am a hopeless romantic. The girl who will camp in her sleeping bag, on the corner of France street.
Sometimes, stuffs happened so you can learn something from it, you know. You learn from the mistake and grow up. Take better choices and move on with your life. Even though I chose to camp in my sleeping bag, but still this world has so much to learn about. What I'm saying is, to future me if you read this, you're never mature and wise enough for this world. There's just so many things for you to take and learn. And that's why being humble is always a better choice.
It's kind of rambling and got no point, but I got some points there.
© ethernal summer.
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