just realized that my blogging has been rather monotonous lately; with only used-to-be-interesting random food photos. so in an attempt to spice up this place, i've joined plinky! it's a site created to curb writers' blocks by providing us a topic to blog about! kinda pathetic if you think about it, but i guess i need that something to ignite that blogging fire again.
and so, today's topic is VENT. i have loads.
recent one would be breakouts. on my poor face. *$#)&%# i can't even use makeup to hide them! and it can only mean one thing: monthly blood donation is near. with work and weekend outings, how very troublesome! not to mention the horrible mood swings. i'm lucky SSD understands now, but sooner or later i bet he's gonna blow up! rofl.
most obvious rant would be work. which has been on my nerves ever since i was moved to sales. totally have no motivation to work nowadays. what irks me most is the fact that i have to wait till february for the bonus, or even march/april, if i want to gain the experience from the IFAI exhibition. =(
after that, the next problem would be finding a job that matches my current pay. or even comes near. money already no enough!! boooo. furthermore, i'm more of a jack of all trades, master of none at the moment. i wonder what kind of job can i find?
but to solve the above problem, i can study, go for courses, or try for UniSim. then again, what subject should i take? -_-
sighhh. why must life be full of choices?!
how i wish reality was like that:
A fishing boat was docked in a tiny coastal village south of the border. An American tourist complimented the local fisherman on the quality of his fish and asked how long it took him to catch them. "Not very long", answered the fisherman. "Then why didn't you stay out longer and catch more?" asked the American. The man said that his small catch was enough for his family. The American asked, "What do you do with the rest of your time?" The fisherman replied, "I sleep late, play with my children, catch a few fish, and take a siesta with my wife. In the evenings I go into the village to see my friends, have a few drinks, play the guitar and sing a few songs. I have fun…"
The American interrupted, "Hey, I have an MBA from Duke and I can help you. Start by fishing longer every day and selling the extra fish you catch then you can buy a bigger boat. The larger boat will bring in more money and you can buy a second one and a third one and so on until you have an entire fleet. Instead of selling to a middleman, you can sell directly to the processing plants. You can then leave this little village and move to Mexico City, LA or New York City! There you can direct your enterprise."
"How long would that take?" asked the fisherman. "20-25 years", replied the American. "And after that?" asked the fisherman. "That's when it gets really interesting", answered the American, smiling. "When your business gets really big, you can start selling stocks and make millions!" "Millions? Really? And after that?" asked the fisherman.
"After that you'll be able to retire, live in a tiny coastal village, sleep late, play with your grandchildren, catch a few fish, take a siesta with your wife and spend your evenings drinking and playing the guitar with your friends!"
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