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Today philosophy:"Choose a job that makes you happy, but not worry".

Choice

Life goes this way, born-study-work-marry-XXX, and now, I am entering the third phase, which is to work, to earn and to take care of my family. It sounds like I ain't the little kid that I used to be during my study life. To me, such a friendship-typed person, I definitely miss my study life [of course! Everyone knows. Somehow I boring till flipping through the Facebook photos, never bored of viewing them]. 

Friends dispersed everywhere, some opted for further study, some still studying, while some enter working life. So easy right the question? To study or to work, just choose either path which make yourselves pleasant. A few days up to weeks of pondering, writing down the pros and cons about working and studying, and still, I feel like working and yet feel like studying. 

And don't know what, last week, I accepted the job offer from pharma company, its all about drugs, selling the drugs to doctors, you have to speak with knowledges instead of blasting your grandmother stories to those knowledgeable doctors. I'm scared, scare of making a wrong decision. But what to do, challenge accepted, just to see how am I going to pave my future. 

Importantly, don't ever let your friends' choice affect you, this is the reason why I was pondered for so long to make up my mind, to prepare myself mentally and physically into working environment. 

I miss my friendzone

A weird dream

On Wednesday, the day before I am having my very first blood study test, I dreamt of my grandmother. She just discharged from hospital few days ago, and she kind of like infected with the so called nosocomial infection, since she stayed in hospital for one month! Her leg turned black after coming back home, and my doctor cousin said she might need to amputate her leg if the condition remains, I was stunned when i hear that. She did mention about the painfulness when she walks. 

Back to the dream, I dreamt of my grandmother in a hospital, and she was sleeping inside a 'capsule', and the size of the capsule was so small which was not enough to accommodate my grandma (my grandma is quite bulky). My grandma was suffering and kicking here and there, and she was inserted with lots of catheters. My heart so pain when I see her suffering, and I start crying non-stop. The doctors and nurses there were evil, seeing my grandma in critical condition, yet they were laughing and looking at my grandma, without thinking of a solution to save her. Fortunately this was just a dream! 

And I woke up with fears and tears, heart stills beating fast and my room was dark, that's midnight time. Been worried about my grandma for the past few weeks, when the week my mum told me she almost gone, I was totally immersed in a deep sorrow. After all, with her determination, she is now happily going back home. I am glad that U are home-d!