Just back from KL Time Out Food Awards and due to a last minute change of plan, I find myself alone. It did not seem to matter that I had 6 places to be when there was a chance for the 1 place I wanted to be. Thus, here I am. And what's kind of sad is I'm used to this.
Everyone knows where they stand, even food on a plate.
Guess I'm used to being pushed around on the platter of priorities where I'm never first bite.
But hey, kiddo, dream big right?
Waiting for the someday you become important enough is what people do I suppose.
But being important enough to someone to not have to wait is what I'll do instead.
The beauty of youth is I have time to burn
and I'm feeling flicker happy.