Work Hard, Play Hard?!

My philosophy: work hard, play hard. Many say it. Very few can do it. The problem is to get the balance. Some work too much. Some lose their mind in playing.

I am basically a lay back person. I excuse for my health condition. Then decorate it with lifestyle. Well, you know... coffee, jazz, wine, cozy home, relationship, bla bla bla.... Recently, I found that I am much more healthier than I thought. And I found lifestyle alone can't present the texture of life. A rich and fruitful life is not that simple.

Whenever I feel not happy with my life, I begin to work work work. Try to get satisfaction from achievement. Short-term or long term goals... Goal setting, planning, progress to success is what I do to fulfill my mind and empty feeling.

Falling into the trap of BUSY- being under satan's yoke, I eventually lose myself. At last I usually find my soul in relationships, karaoke, bars and moody. Hopefully, Jesus would come pick me up. Drive me home. Pack me to sleep. Feed me with love and wisdom words. The Lord is my sherperd I shall not want!

Jesus says to me recently, "Come be with me. Talk to me. Play with me. Play seriously but not be afraid to gain or lose. Listen to me with heart. Share with me. Let me participate in your daily life. I want to give you a richer and more fruitful life." Waiting for my reply... ...

Homeless Girl

For unknown reason, I've been always feel like being a homeless. No root, insecure, too adapted, and too enjoy home of others. Making a summary of my footprint so far, here comes my route. Prince Edward -> MeiFoo -> Robinson Rd -> back to MeiFoo -> Kamloops->Fresno->MeiFoo again->Antibes->Paris->MeiFoo->Yuet Sau->SanPoKong Plaza->Fairway Garden->SaiKung Recently, I've been moving every 2 years. Moving is not that tiring. Instead it's very much exciting for having new environment to live in that symbolizes a new life. I like that feeling. Then I am more and more into home decor. To turn a cruel plain house into a cozy home is a very fun part of moving. Of course shopping around for home decor stuffs plays an important role. It's like getting to know a new friend. From feeling distant to getting comfortable, it's very exotic. It can become anything, any style, any mood depends on how I do with it. Different curtain can bring out a total different character of the house. But I must confess from time to time, I feel homeless. After all the "adjouter" of my taste to the house, I still feel empty. Because there was no one to wait for me at home. Every time I open the door with my key, I couldn't expect someone to welcome me with hug. There was no dinner waiting for me. No one to share the laugh and tears during the soap opera marathon. I am homeless even though I have my own home with over 1000 sq fts. Even that, before I can change my status, zipping my caffeine-free herbal tea with honey with "boy meets girl" would give me some comfort for a while.