Dust on the Ground
i’m frankly so tired of all this. it just seems like when things get better, it never really does and yet another blow comes my way.
it scares me, really. i have never felt so scared or confused before, and i hate feeling like i’m in this airless maze and i dont know how or when i’m ever going to get out.
i hate feeling sorry for myself, but there is really nothing i want more than to just lie in a corner and wait till all this just goes away.
it is at this point that i just want someone to hold me and tell me that everything will be okay.
i should be gearing up right now and fighting for my case, taking my opponents down with a stream of proverbial bullets. bravery, they say, is half the battle won.
but why am i feeling as if i’m entering a bull’s ring, armed with nothing but a tree branch as a sword?
It’s that ancient love, that you won’t outgrow
It’s the fee you pay, it’s the debt you owe
And it is that subtle way that you throw me down
About me
She can talk to you for three hours straight, making you laugh, cry or simply wanting to stab your eyes with a pencil. Meet Stephanie Gwee, a struggling Political Science student and a freelance tech and lifestyle writer, who more often than not, simply wants to sit in a corner, indulge in a bout of people-watching and sip on low-fat Hazelnut Latte.Her desire to purchase the world’s supply of Chanel bags (and her love for the written word) had pushed her to become a freelance writer for the most widely circulated broadsheet in Singapore. Having a love for both consumer gadgets and fashion, she writes for the paper’s tech supplement, as well as their fashion counterpart. Though far from achieving her lofty Chanel ambition, her writing stints help to pay for her hefty mobile phone bills.
She invites you to email her at stephgwee@gmail.com if you are looking for freelance writers or just someone to talk to. Or you simply wish to donate to the “Buy-Steph-A-Chanel” fund.
