Life gotta move on.

Time flies, and it is now up to my to win my spurs, to prove my worth. Happiness to me now is just a flash in the pan because things start to fall into me non-stop. After my baby sister’s marriage, I have begun to think a lot of what life ahead will be like. There will be a lot of changes occurring to my life. I want none of them now. I want things to stay the same the way they used to be: nice, sweet and orderly.
Who ever thought I would have a brother-in-law living in the same house? How should I behave to other in-laws? What if one day they moved out? Hmm, this is unthinkable at the moment.

What else has changed? Relationship and friendship are real matters here. They come and go away invisibly. One day, a person is sweet to you, yet the other day he or she turns too sour for you to put up with. And, I have decided to move on and never look back at the past. Whatever happened happened = Que sera sera.
Even my jobs. I have decided to quit the job I respect the most. Being part of an international team was all I was proud of. I got to learn so much from where I had worked for nearly two years. I am going to miss the work and, yes, the mistakes I envisage I would make if I had to be there forever.
After I had a chit-chat with my professor today, I know that I am a kind of person who likes to go solo when it comes to work. I prefer travelling alone and have no string attached with others. It is both good and bad. It’s good because it demonstrates my strong ability and independence; yet it is bad as it shows my lack of engagement in the team work. The ugly truth is that I am going to work in a team in the foreseeable future. Who ever thinks that I will have the job that I have dreamt of since I was 12 years old? In a response to “What do you want to be in the future?”, at the age of 12, I kept answering, “I want to become a professor.”