two months left (i just can't rid the habit of counting down!) - and if there's anything that i've learnt in these 3 to 4 months, it's that i am so NOT cut out for office work. i am seriously considering being an air stewardess or journalist or even a teacher, just to escape the drudgery of office life and the snares of the corporate world.
it seems like anybody can be an air stewardess nowadays leh, you don't even need to be of a certain height or have good looks. and instead of wasting my youth away cooped up in an office for an average of 10 hours a day, wouldn't it be a better idea to travel the world while i'm still in my prime??
i used to think that i'll be a workaholic, but now i seriously doubt so. frankly i'm not super ambitious and i don't need to climb the corporate ladder - we only live once and i'm not gonna spend it slogging my guts out for an organisation that i'm so easily replaceable in.
was having this pseudo debate with justin the other day about work (like whether we should leave on the dot etc), and i'm like, we already spend about 10 hours a day at work and after that i only have at most 4-5 hours of personal time with my family and friends. shouldn't i seize every second there is to spend time with them and build up memories? at the day of the day, nobody's gonna bother how many hours you put in at work, but rather what matters are the memories that your loved ones have of you.
but of course, every person has his or her own expectations and priorities, and i know full well since long ago that i'm a hedonist through and through. we only live once and i very much rather enjoy the pleasures of life, thank you very much. of course i'll do whatever i'm tasked to do dilligently and make sure i do it well, but at the end of the day i know my priorities, and i know the kind of memories i want to have :)
anyway, new layout - i did the collage myself. nothing spectacular i know, but i love it cos it's so pretty and simple!
...
a wild flower dies
where it blooms
so let me be
a wild flower
its death shall be
the fading of beauty
-suchoon mo