So 2012 has gone by and I'm still quite on loose ground. I am looking for work. Specifically something that has creative freedom. I've already done bits and pieces of odd jobs in the past 2, almost 3 years. I think I know what I want now. I've gained experience and insight to what I can and cannot do. I just want a job that makes me happy. Cause you know, there's a big difference between "working to live" and "living to work."
I know I've worked my butt off for my prestigious(?) license and stuff, but honestly I don't care about it anymore. I just use it as a government issued ID now. I mean yeah, I can still remember stuff I can do within my scope of practice. I can still save lives, but it lost its luster to me. I've already gone out of that self-hypnotism, I've moved on. Let's just say it'll just become a part of my "turmoil" phase.
Anyways, I've always wanted to set-up a hole-in-the-wall kind of cafe/pub. A place to hang-out for those creative junkies. Kinda like, CubaoX meets an upscale, snooty coffee shop. Artisanal coffee and pastries in the morning, then booze and indie music at night. The place will be covered in all kinds of books, which the customers can read during their stay in the premises. Nothing too mainstream really. I also don't believe in those insane amounts of money they charge people for a cup of coffee. I think I've never been a place like that in the metro, that's why I wanna set it up. And go away idea-stealers.
Right now, I need work so I can earn and save money for this so-called business plan I'm about to head into. I've got tons of work to draw out before I can pull this one off. I'm no business management graduate but I know its going to be fruitless if I dove in with eyes closed. So yes, I need work: for my MA and the capital for this goal. It's not a dream, yet... I'm just changing my current to this one, piece by piece.
I've got my work cut out for me again, that is if I can keep my shit together. Keep calm and carry on.
Thursday, January 24, 2013
Sunday, January 20, 2013
You know, I've always wanted to backpack out of randomness. No particular place in mind, just let my feet carry me somewhere far away. But I've always told myself, once I leave for somewhere very very far and I’m all alone, I might never find my way back, or rather I might never wanna come back. In the end, I just sit here and wait for someone to take me away, so I know I can always come back. I guess I’m just being my silly and fickle self again.