<body><script type="text/javascript"> function setAttributeOnload(object, attribute, val) { if(window.addEventListener) { window.addEventListener('load', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }, false); } else { window.attachEvent('onload', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }); } } </script> <div id="navbar-iframe-container"></div> <script type="text/javascript" src="https://apis.google.com/js/platform.js"></script> <script type="text/javascript"> gapi.load("gapi.iframes:gapi.iframes.style.bubble", function() { if (gapi.iframes && gapi.iframes.getContext) { gapi.iframes.getContext().openChild({ url: 'https://www.blogger.com/navbar/1830170165620391071?origin\x3dhttp://andsoshecastherspells.blogspot.com', where: document.getElementById("navbar-iframe-container"), id: "navbar-iframe" }); } }); </script>



A Thousand Lilac Petals
And chapters of my life Quotes: Good friends, good books and a sleepy conscience: this is the ideal life.
Once upon a time
Tuesday, November 25, 2008, 3:07 PM
in that mind of hers

just got back from lunch!
full, happy and sleepy.
went to meet my mom and sister at RTC for jap food.
such a rare chance ever since i started work.
dad didn't join us cause he went for golf.

finally had something different for lunch today.
the usual is always rice.. curry.. western..
i end up eating almost the same thing every week.
getting really sick of it.
sometimes, even maggie noodles appeal more to me.

i guess i'm beginning to get used to working life.
yet it doesn't mean that i enjoy it nor does it mean that i like it.
school's still the fav.
but i'm lucky that everyone in the company treats me nice.
lucky that my boss is lenient with me (for now).
lucky that i am not constantly bogged down by work.
although everything may look so rosy at the moment but i think the responsibilities and the pressure that comes with it have yet to be heaped upon me.

sometimes i really wonder if i'm cut out for business.
i never had any interest in doing business since young.
some may say i'm so fortunate cause i don't have to worry about life, about my job and about money.
but i say they don't know that i don't exactly have a say in things at times.
i chose to work in the company though my dream was to work in the hospital.
it's not that i don't have a choice but how could i bear to let my dad's efforts all go to naught?
this is probably the most precious thing that he'll leave us when he's gone in future.

i want so much to be able to live up to all these.
but there are times that i doubt myself.
i can only hope that i won't disappoint him.
i'm keeping my fingers crossed.