Where is this post going today? I have no idea. I don’t know how many times it’s been since I’ve sat in front of my computer (which by the way, is connected to an extremely crappy ISP) wondering what to say. I’m feeling out of sorts as of late and having great difficulty identifying the reason. Or reasons.
Normally, I’d make a list of potential stressors in my life, but I’m not feeling too normal. But I’m going to do it anyway because as Issue Number Two will reveal, I'm at odds with myself.
One. I don’t follow a to-do list anymore. Yes, out of all the changes that’s been happening in my life, somehow this particular one is really freaking me out. I’m a list-person. I cannot operate or be an effective human being without one. Ah but cherry, what happened to ‘living in the moment’ you touted as THE way of life one post ago? I think I gave up on that. ‘Live in the moment’ for far too long, and you start accumulating a boatload of stuff on your to-do list (which I apparently threw away). No, that’s a lie. It’s still there, rotting somewhere like a half eaten sandwich in some dark closet at the back of my mind.
Two. Identity crisis of some sort? It’s retarded, but when new people in my life starts commenting on my personality, I’m surprised at what I hear. There is a word in Chinese expressing “at odds with oneself.” I feel like that nowadays. I'm apparently “ambitious”. I know I’m all about power and world domination, but I have no desire to be a “lui keung yun” (a Chinese term describing a woman who’s super independent, driven, career savvy who’s typically in business). Yay, I’m a bunch of contradictions.
Three. I feel inadequate. I lack a lot of knowledge. There’s so much I don’t know, especially about HK, and I know I want to work for the HK government. Oh and my Chinese needs a lot of work.
Four. Career. Direction… You know… the shizazz. (I’m not forming complete sentences anymore). But in terms of my current job, it’s like akin to a bad relationship. I want to leave but can’t because every time I feel down, my manager pulls me into a room and tells me I don’t have to actually do anything; just be my smart self, provide ideas and take care of her new recruits (message filtered through cherry's interpretation). And she just gave me a raise. I’m still not being paid all that much, but hey, this is progress and I’m a sucker for things like Progress.
PROGRESSSS. I love the sound of that.
Five. I have no more excuse. If it's reading I have to do, guitar I need to practice, watercolours I need to pick up again, everything's across the ocean.
Six. Men. But that is a distant six. For now, they are entertainment. Or so I hope.
Hey... I feel so much better now. And I’m still thinking in English. : )


















































