every day i inch closer to a possible future in the corporate world. every semester done is an unconcious step out of the protective estuary and into the wide, vast unknown.
I worked 2 days of overtime, and didn’t feel like I was wasting time. I wasn’t learning anything new, I wasn’t even properly remunerated for the qualifications I have, but i’m burning another 2 hours after official hours. For once, I am working for money. For once, I am not of the mindset that its an opportunity.
My muse is down under on intership. Its quite interesting to draw inspiration from someone. But if they are your muse, the mere thought of them should spur your imagination and passion in whatever it is they inspired you to do in the first place.
I’ve been reading and talking with people who are looking to get rich. reading rich dad’s how to think like an investor and reading every news clipping relating to the stock market and even attending a seminar about options trading. I am drawn to economics due to the trend of the stock market. I was facinated and drawn to it when I was small and used to cut them out! The interest grew when I realised that the trend could be explained(albeit very very lousily) by a subject called economics. And my thoughts have generally gravitated to the life blood of the system I am so drawn to- money. And honestly I see many opportunities. But thats all I see- opportunities, money and the work required to get at both.
I am not thinking. I am not thinking about the right question. Thinking about all these things, and especially money, has driven me to think like a banker. Thats not who I am or who I remotely aspire to be. Its not what I want.
I surfed random blogs on blogger for 30 minutes then i stumbled upon one that featured a recepie. Well, I didn’t even know what the recepie was about, but reading the description stunned me. Here was this family of 3 who make “their own soap, bake their own bread, store their food….and bought a used van after a year without a car(by choice)”. What struck me more was the entry that drawed me like a magnet: My happy man.
A simple life. A simple life revolving around food, cycling, children and most of all, living.
I’m not going to stay in singapore.
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Its weird typing on a silcone keyboard covering. much quieter, but the keys seem less responsive but this forces me to be more exact.
Its weird typing on my desk in my room. For the first time since ns. for the first time . ITs like i never owned this desk before.
