Moving on...

SOOO...

I quit my job. :)

Yes, again. My parents are gonna have a headache when I break the news to them.

I guess I could say that I was always a lucky child. I was never forced to do what I didn't want to.

In secondary school, my parents did not have to worry about my studies. They never bothered pushing me to study everyday. Same thing in uni. My mom even asks me to stop studying and go shopping with her...

Now, I have the privilege to choose my career path.

What DO I want in life?

I ask myself that very same question everyday. Well, usually when I am not busy with work and have too much time in hand or when I have too much work that I get so sick of it. So I guess it is all the time.

Back to the main picture.

I quit my job! I've got an interview in an event management company (Yay!). Hoping that it works out.

I think I will never get a real job. I seem to hate the fact that there is a fix amount of time to do something indefinitely. I prefer completing everything given to me without splitting them into a few days of work which also means that work will never finish for me because things are being thrown at me every single day.

I think I'll just find project based jobs. Then find a guy, get married and stay home baking cookies while having obese kids.

Perfect.