wonders...

Just got off the phone with a long-time good buddy, who is doing some real estate business now. We ended the conversation bitching and moaning about how filthy rich Singaporeans are. And I wonder..."how do people get there?"

How do people make that quantum leap to own 2-3 properties before they hit 40? Friends you grew up with, some friends who are housewives, never have to work and slog as hard as you do, now cash rich and have 1-2 properties under their names.

And of course, because the universe should revolve around me, I wonder what went wrong with my life? Well, technically nothing is wrong. I have a decent, comfortable life doing what I do, enjoying every moment now then I did when I was in my 20s, there's always that nagging but.

But will I ever have that financial epiphany and make that break to be comfortably wealthy; where I can spend $108 on a cute salt and pepper shaker + magnetic toothpick holder and not bat an eyelid? I told my gf about it and both of us were just astounded and wondered in amazement if anyone would buy it. And of course they would. The rich wouldn't even think twice buying something like that. Filling their house with lovely items that cost a bomb, things that I crave for but would never plonk good money for it.

And so in wonderment I sought the enlightenment of fortune tellers, and half believed the (lies/truth) they tell me.

"You will be rich when you are 36." (hello, which part of me is NOT 36? Bank account is still empty)
"The opportunity for you to grow wealthy is coming. I can see it on your face." (Would that be the spot of running mascara below my eye that is telling you that?

And when pressed on for more lucid soothsaying predictions, they laugh it off.

"Oh bollocks to fortune tellers, you believe in that garbage?" To which my answer is, if it makes you feel better, why not? Religion does that for many.

But I digress.

I've always thought I will achieve great things. You know, become CMO, boss people around, and live in a life of luxury in a chateau some nice exotic foreign land . And ever so often, I still get that feeling that I will achieve something great, somehow dreams that that feel seem more real when you were younger.

tick tock

Recent months I've started becoming restless. Again.

Restless and resigned, about the same thing - how monotonous my life has become. The humdrum of my daily life -  is this all there is to it?

I want something in life, something exciting to happen. What happened to the love for life? The passion and interests? The excitement I felt when I got up each day while I was in the UK, anxious to start my day.

Friends with their own families have what they own - a family, kids, things that they can do with them. What do I do? Sometimes I feel beaten. It seems that no matter how hard I try, I come back full circle to this point in life. Where nothing happens.

Am not complaining, not complaining... just need to let it out. on my blog.

Carpe Diem and all that shit? hmmm not too sure. Achievement-o-meter is weighing a little on the low end today. :) Kopf hoch.