petty complaints

Gosh these people are absolutely driving my mind to the point of extinction. I officially need hypnosis treatments to rid the gleeful urge of smashing the office telephone into a thousand pieces every time I hear it ring. OMG.. and it goes off again… *resist…urge…to….slam…phone…..*

alone

What if you just realised that this is not how you want your parents to invest 200k into? But you have no choice but to follow suit because things have already developed to such a stage where turning back is an expensive decision as well.

I wished I had received more guidance and support from the people who mattered to me most, especially my “investors”, who have been throwing all the important decisions in my face and choking my neck later on if I made a bad choice. I can’t believe I am placed this close to my dream and have it taken away from me. You only live once. Would you risk losing everything and let yourself plunge into the unknown diving for your dream even though the odds might be against you?

my job

First of all….I think I’m turning into a serial blogger lol…

I miss those months right after graduation when I was carefree and had no worries (except the one about not having enough cashflow). I would curse and swear if I was awoken at 8am, and frustrate myself thinking what I could do to kill time till 10pm at night, rinse and repeat. Although it’s not as if I’m super stressed at work (how about I’m not stressed AT ALL), life there now equates passing time and earning some pocket money for myself. But my job is so bland.. There is no motivation, drive or interest that stirs up any form of excitement when I get ready for work each day. Therefore, I absolutely salute my mom who has no choice but to work or we will all starve in the streets. If I get accepted into a uk uni, my school term will start in Oct 2010, which will then give me the option of 8 months in a new working environment. I want more stress, more work, more deadlines, more responsibilities, and most of all, more relevant working experience. Actually, I cannot wait to start school. If I decide to go to UNSW, then I will be leaving in 3 month’s time, *CHEERS*.

I need to stop using “IFs”. Shut up and do it.