//短暂的努力// I can't sustain my efforts to work hard! Sometimes I think nothing can save me alr. At this time, I ought to be thinking about where I want to go next. So my mentor ask, what's next after NTU? Truth be told, I'm not sure. I have alr postponed the decision for 6 years. Friends who went to poly have alr chosen their career path ages ago. Even those who went JC had an inkling of the ultimate goal they were working towards, sure, in the course of these 6 yrs, their goal might have changed. But at least they had one. Friends whom, like me, had no idea what they want, have now found their calling. I seemed to be the last person in the graduating batch who is still lost. Now that I realise it, I only have two options. Option 1: Keep applying for jobs of any nature, as long as they want my degree and I don't mind the job Option 2: Wait till after graduation, take a break to think of what's next. Of course, option 2 seems like ideal. Since a job/career is for life, it is a major decision that warrants serious consideration. But the disadv is that I might be stuck with nothing once the hiring period hits off-peak. Or even worse, I still cannot make up mind. Dear me, what shall I do. Now, I totally understand how one of my friend (who grad last yr) feels. And my escapism streak struck again. I understand the psychological theory behind it but I can't even cure myself. Such a lousy, ill-disciplined lazy bum, I am. Maybe I should see a shrink. Then, I keep thinking of my strengths... to be truthful to myself I have none. The things I like to do... imagining things, dreaming about crazy ideas, observing people, spewing sarcasm and blogging. It doesn't even fit any type of job. Sometimes, I dream too much. So much so that I've kind of lost touch with reality. I've lost common sense. I've lost the ability to listen to people. I've lost the trust in myself. I dunno what's my purpose in life. I'm hanging on because of family and friends. Never for myself. I'm driven by deadlines and routines. Not beacause of passion. And I think, that's pathetic, right? I dunno, the so-called interest that I have, did it come right from the heart, or i convinced myself that it is. It has been almost a year, and when I took out those stuff I wrote, I felt utterly useless. I have not changed a single bit. I had cleanly forgotten those advice. I have not taken a single action/step to change for the better. I'm still the lamb/ the rabbit/ the weakling. Waiting to be devoured by the fitter lot. I think, my life is in disarray. And I'm the one who caused it to become like that.