2024 – Sydney
It’s been forever since last time I logged a message on this platform.
Today, 17 January 2024. I write this log in my office, in Spring street Sydney, in a relatively small room with only 2 of us here. So, yeah, I live in Sydney working as a consultant in energy/power consulting firm here. Looking back way way back at many of those logs in this domain or my other one, I am just smiling and laughing sometimes. So many memories, so strong emotion and spirit, I was on fire of finding who I am all those days. It’s funny. I was thinking of removing some embarrassing stuffs out, but no, maybe they should just stay there. Pieces of my story.
I might never wrote in here, or I might, I forgot. But let me write it again, that I had also been living in New Zealand for almost 6 years, from February 2018 to September 2023. I had a group of hiking and riding. We did regular ride in Wellington and annual tour around the country where they have heaps of MTB trails. Such a lovely country.
By the end of 2022 a good friend of mine brought my resume for an interview with a consultant firm in Australia, I thought that it was such a good move, obviously not perfect, but I need to keep moving and get my self developed.
That is such sort story, I know, but yeah. Now I live in Ashfield, a suburb in inner west Sydney, with my little family.
that’s it for now, I am out, catch you later.
Cheers.
No Sir, you can’t ask about this cage.
What is so wrong of being stupid for your own life?
What is so wrong of being different?
What is so wrong of being dying while trying to chase dream?
what is so wrong of being too much sensitive of what people think of you?
So I ever heard once a news on TV about how a boy wanted to turn himself into a female because how felt so far that he had been caged in a wrong body.
In the same way, I found some people felt that they never found any best hood that totally support their ideas. what they did next wasn’t to move to another hood and expecting to find the right friends who could easily accept them, but they changed their prespective of what the hood said about them.
There is a huge fear of death and failure.
so huge that people can even see my doubtfulness. A fear of dying on the way before I could finish this race against common sense.
No one even think that this shit is a good idea to die… ahahahha… Thanks.
Is there any real freedom out there? I doubt that.
since we are all caged in what people say about us….
what is the pride of being this bullshit.