Nothing to blog about.

Or not.

I started a new job.
The job scope itself is nothing new.
But the person paying me is different.
The curriculum is different.
And my targeted clients are different.

I teach primary school now.
Have to be super punctual.
That will be my new work stress.
So far so good.
That's all.

I have a feeling...my blog is getting boring...
My life is getting boring...
I am becoming boring.

Boring...

The Guanyin Temple at Bugis...

I am a little sadden by my own destiny.

Looks like I am destinated to live a worried art life.
As my lots says...
My art life...is like the life of a bee...
When the weather is good, there is honey.
When weather is bad...no honey.
As in...it will be uncontrollably passive to the environment.

And indeed...for years it has been like that.

If my life...is fated to love art like bee love honey.
So be it.

As long as I am happy.

But am I happy.

At the moment, I really dun know.
I am sure i am out of my depression.
But I have a feeling I am nowhere near bliss.

Do something please.
Me.
Please.