I have grunted all about 2010 being the bitch it was. Now, right on the 31st of the day of Twenty Ten, I think I should do some justice by giving gratitude towards the goodies it has given me, small it may seemed.
It has been a year where I got myself my dream car, the Cayman S. Of course, the purchase of this car was also Eugene’s love for car that made it possible. But honestly to God, touch my little pounding heart, I could not have asked for more about the tenacity of owing it at the age of 35.
Some people acclaimed it to be an achievement, some viewed it as a show off and some think it’s a complete lunacy since it is not that I literally have all the money in the world. But I have completely ignored any form of notion from any being because the cause of this purchase was purely and solely about me and my passion. It happens that this is one of the things that swindle a substantial amount of dough.
So indeed, the key to living a fulfilled life is to have it lived with ears close, open heart and a mind of dreaming. Speak nothing but truth and heartfelt openness ignore all insinuation which was meant to hurt and those aim to curtail dreams simply because that individual is just oh-so-envious. And oh, I forgot, focus and determination of having it eventually, regardless.
Ignorance is bliss. And indeed, these very words were formed to with strain such cumulus crap shit of onslaught. To shield indolent beings who only sneer at diligent accomplishments or dreams.
Also, 2010 is the year I ran my life away. I ran with my heart, my joy and my utmost best. I also ran with a lot of fun too. I had in fact ran my best. It came to a point where I completed an average 50km a week, with lots of heart palpating sweat and adrenalin rush. And also a point where I wish, I need not have to run another mile as I am so mentally and physically drained.
But they were my best. My best times. Now that I am no longer faltering over the crazy run but looking back with smiles and heart warming sniggers, I truly appreciate the challenge to run further and faster than I ever could.
I on the other hand, I owe a special thanks to the challengers who have brought about this ludicrous challenge though farcical it initially sounded. It has however, brought me to a different level of fitness and goals surprisingly.
But I have to admit with candid pursuit that, it was indeed with much of fun despite the arduous attempt to be ahead of the challenge.
My 2010 has also been a year of copious reading. All in all, including of crappy books, I did more than 20, which literally translate to an average of 1.5 books a month.
This number took me by great surprise because by definition of my berserk busyness in the office, I actually took to complete an improved number of books as compared to my yesteryears of reading. And I stumbled upon few greatest books of all times. Books which took my breath away like I was mouthed in the world of constant sensuous pleasure. My expression of such fervor could only be understood by and large by people of the same vehemence for books. And I truly feel blessed having the luxury despite the stress and time constraint to still read.
Of course, I must not forget to mention my stumbling upon the magic of Copic markers. That brought back my love for the endearing illustrations that often bring ohhs and ahhs. I had tremendous fun drawing again. Though my card making was altogether another episode of interesting tale.
And again, I picked up tennis over and again. Initially fun to having the chance to get a grip of the racquet and hit green balls over and over. Trying hard to muster accuracy over to the other side of the net. It was indeed, fun. Yet, sometime in the 3rd quarter of the year, I stopped learning because classes were becoming cumbersome instead of delightful fun. But yet, in 2011, I am determined to get a new coach and get on with life with tennis under the sweltering and scorching sun.
Well, pretty much my amens done now and pretty much the summary of my true fun has been exhibited unabashedly today, the last day of the year.
So even with all the bitching said and done, it has been still a year I totally felt unsatisfied like I just had a piece of unsweetened cake for dessert, which was meant to sealed off the day as “done.” Nope, 2010 did not present that flavor. 2010 was just juices of orange juice grinded every morning just to give me some zing in life. It wasn’t firecrackers and breathtaking enough.
So, yes, 2011, that is what I am in hope for. I so look forward for you, though I don’t know how. But somehow it would just be. I know.
It has been a year where I got myself my dream car, the Cayman S. Of course, the purchase of this car was also Eugene’s love for car that made it possible. But honestly to God, touch my little pounding heart, I could not have asked for more about the tenacity of owing it at the age of 35.
Some people acclaimed it to be an achievement, some viewed it as a show off and some think it’s a complete lunacy since it is not that I literally have all the money in the world. But I have completely ignored any form of notion from any being because the cause of this purchase was purely and solely about me and my passion. It happens that this is one of the things that swindle a substantial amount of dough.
So indeed, the key to living a fulfilled life is to have it lived with ears close, open heart and a mind of dreaming. Speak nothing but truth and heartfelt openness ignore all insinuation which was meant to hurt and those aim to curtail dreams simply because that individual is just oh-so-envious. And oh, I forgot, focus and determination of having it eventually, regardless.
Ignorance is bliss. And indeed, these very words were formed to with strain such cumulus crap shit of onslaught. To shield indolent beings who only sneer at diligent accomplishments or dreams.
Also, 2010 is the year I ran my life away. I ran with my heart, my joy and my utmost best. I also ran with a lot of fun too. I had in fact ran my best. It came to a point where I completed an average 50km a week, with lots of heart palpating sweat and adrenalin rush. And also a point where I wish, I need not have to run another mile as I am so mentally and physically drained.
But they were my best. My best times. Now that I am no longer faltering over the crazy run but looking back with smiles and heart warming sniggers, I truly appreciate the challenge to run further and faster than I ever could.
I on the other hand, I owe a special thanks to the challengers who have brought about this ludicrous challenge though farcical it initially sounded. It has however, brought me to a different level of fitness and goals surprisingly.
But I have to admit with candid pursuit that, it was indeed with much of fun despite the arduous attempt to be ahead of the challenge.
My 2010 has also been a year of copious reading. All in all, including of crappy books, I did more than 20, which literally translate to an average of 1.5 books a month.
This number took me by great surprise because by definition of my berserk busyness in the office, I actually took to complete an improved number of books as compared to my yesteryears of reading. And I stumbled upon few greatest books of all times. Books which took my breath away like I was mouthed in the world of constant sensuous pleasure. My expression of such fervor could only be understood by and large by people of the same vehemence for books. And I truly feel blessed having the luxury despite the stress and time constraint to still read.
Of course, I must not forget to mention my stumbling upon the magic of Copic markers. That brought back my love for the endearing illustrations that often bring ohhs and ahhs. I had tremendous fun drawing again. Though my card making was altogether another episode of interesting tale.
And again, I picked up tennis over and again. Initially fun to having the chance to get a grip of the racquet and hit green balls over and over. Trying hard to muster accuracy over to the other side of the net. It was indeed, fun. Yet, sometime in the 3rd quarter of the year, I stopped learning because classes were becoming cumbersome instead of delightful fun. But yet, in 2011, I am determined to get a new coach and get on with life with tennis under the sweltering and scorching sun.
Well, pretty much my amens done now and pretty much the summary of my true fun has been exhibited unabashedly today, the last day of the year.
So even with all the bitching said and done, it has been still a year I totally felt unsatisfied like I just had a piece of unsweetened cake for dessert, which was meant to sealed off the day as “done.” Nope, 2010 did not present that flavor. 2010 was just juices of orange juice grinded every morning just to give me some zing in life. It wasn’t firecrackers and breathtaking enough.
So, yes, 2011, that is what I am in hope for. I so look forward for you, though I don’t know how. But somehow it would just be. I know.
