Tons of people start but never end up finishing. The question is, where's the goal line? Do we always keep pushing the goal post back? My answer is... YES! why not? the day I reach my goal line will be the day I meet Jesus in heaven together with some hot & good-looking angels with mighty swords and six-packs. Not that I fancy them but they will put me to shame.
I can returned home with a fresh piece of lipid test report and the news ain't optimistic. My total cholesterol is 258, where the desirable level is 200. That's considered way above for someone in her twenties. Praise the Lord for 20s. This year is the last year of being in the 20s - and it is going to be the year of Greater Glory, packed with awesomeness, achievements, accomplishments and lots of weight loss! I need a visual aid list for what I have to do at the end of everyday / week. For the past 1 year since my last post - I have resigned from my favourite company to make it out in another. Triggered by articles that egged me to get out of my comfort zone because that's the zone where money is up for grabs. Facebook has become and addiction as I add more friends and blogging is becoming a passe unless I could bitch as eloquently & stamina-defying as Xiaxue, who is now a proud mama of a mixed-blood charming child.
I had gone through a number of visits to the hospital - A&E, surgery, tests etc. Pray God for his protection - He makes sure that I make it out alive each time.
Landmark had been good to me and I dropped out of Living in Passion. I'm inclined to disclaim and say "don't ask me why" but it's vomit inducing together with " I beg to differ" & "don't get me wrong" & " Please allow me to explain". I'm proud to be a Singaporean writer but we could do better with the vocabs and expressions. So, here I am going to say - I was a fish out of water attending LIP. Like boobs Angelina Jolie could do without. Granted it's an impactful program but 6 days was hell a lot of time to wastin playing 10 out of 10 and repeating it again and again every 5 minutes of high-5s and screaming drama therapy. So I spent those days studying for PMP instead. Got my cert and then, what's next?
Nothing comes close to me heart now, other than my walk with Jesus and my love for my family and my beloved one. I'm considered a baby Christian, accepted Christ on 121212 - and the bible seemed like never ending of extreme drama, fury, incest, jealousy, countless offsprings and complicated names to identify. As much as I love reading, the bible is one book that requires attention, conscious thoughts, and lots of seeking. For every verse I read, I question - so what's Jesus being ? I don't get whole complete answers - but I tell you - biblical stories can be pretty intense yo. Old testaments are the best. And it gives me a pretty good sleep after reading. I recall days where I read Lincoln Rhyme crime stories. They are by far the best fiction thriller books I have ever read that kept me up all night. But now, my iPhone has seem to have kept me occupied which i'm now present to and should kick-start the habit of reading REAL books!
Then investment - I attended a $3,000 course. very good. very comprehensive - but I got stopped by my own doubts and thinking I don't want to spend $300 on the software and another $300 on the subscription and 2 hours a day calculating my trades. *Come I clap for you* So to date, I have no equity investments. only a quarter of a PRIVATE PROPERTY. Not bad to start with right? This is an area I must work on! I shall not retire poor and ignorant. Poor maybe, but pinch my brains a little, ok?
I have a brokerage account, this and that, and they will soon become food for termites.
So career has been pretty chill for me. Not much work-related stress but there's like certain people-related stress. I should say people-unrelated stress. They are not related to me by blood and I couldn't relate to them by conversation as well. So as clear and smooth as a hard-boiled egg white, its unrelated-people-unrelatedness-related stress. If you think I can't stressed that enough - Here's another analogy: An acquaintance that doesn't click. Well, so i'm scooting off to Hong Kong and the payoff being I have to leave my love behind. To make matters worse, I brought up the possibility of taking a 2.5years part-time MSc there. A rush to accomplish everything under 30 (Don't mention S*SV to me. Useless bunch) - I think I'm bigger than that. Having said that, I have nothing to boast but emptiness inside.
Travels - BKK Japan Cambodia Taiwan Vietnam KL with my love. The company beats the travel per se hands down. I love my love and I love travelling with the one I love. Lots of teasing, lots of hugging, some disagreement, lots of comfort, lots of happiness, lots of warmth just from staying beside each other. So I have to create a possibility of constant communication, room availability at any time, regular travel back to and fro. I get unmerited favour of craving out my career - a chance not everybody has or appreciates. What's spending $300 every month to maintain a love relationship of a lifetime? It's in my budget and a budget that needs to be spent. Whether it's my ticket or her ticket. She doesn't deserve to pay because I'm the one that knocked her up.
So anyways, last advise of the night:- eat that frog in the morning. Then spend the rest of the day surfing blogs.
Peace.