Test test. Not sure if the post can be published successully. It's
composed and sent from my email box.
After two years, I can finally celebrate the joyful holidays with all
the Chinese around the world. However, this year, things are little
different from the old days. Forget about my ra job in the research
institute, this is the first serious job in my life. Though it's kind
of my dream job- regular working hours, no unnecessary social events,
decent pays and the most important of all, the exciting nature of it,
I still feel a little lost after the past 226 days. I can't see where
I am going in the next 10 years. When I am 40. I probably will be
exausted everyday, suffering from the car/house mortgage. I will have:
a studio no larger than 33 square meters- maybe; polluted air and
water- definitely; no kid but a dog- perhaps; time to work- 100%
positively; time for fun&travel&sleep- questionably... Perhaps I
should stop making this check list right now. Gosh, why can't I see
any hope. My life is so fucked up. Anyways, happy Chinese new year!
And...fuck those fucking realestate speculators!
After seeing my glooming future, I have Zero mood for work, damn.
(no attention to write in English...it's just...easier to type using
my iphone. No blogspot in the office...)
