yes... i'm still breathing...

like i said before, i'm moving on with life. a year ago, i was a student in my last semester of college, worrying about reports and deadlines.

nowadays... i'm still getting stressed over these same things. i go home so late in the evening and sleep even shorter hours. i like my job so much that i bring my tasks at home and continue to work on them on my own pc. looking back during my student life, i figured that i'd turn out to be some sort of a workaholic. then again, i enjoy the weekends by sleeping, watching, and going out.

anyway, i haven't yet mentioned what i'm doing now --i'm a financial analyst. i never thought i'd be in this kind of work. i almost flunked my one and only accounting 15 during sophomore year. each day at the office is really going through a labyrinth blinfolded.

i'm glad that i am able to experience not knowing everything beforehand and playing each moment by ear. it's refreshing to be humbled by the sheer size of new challenges ahead. sometimes, though, it gets so difficult that i want to quit. i always tell myself that i must accomplish something great.