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Overdue Visuals  I'm going large scale with my paintings, ..this one's about 3x2 meters, I don't know if it'll ever hang on anyone's wall, but it makes me feel good -damn good- to go large scale.  original sketch as it shows in my little book of inspirations -------------------------------     imprisoned   tribute to Synn  one of the best parts of travel: foreign music   slot/pachinko/arcade  his cuppa tea  my cuppa tea  I <3 you  Long overdue photos -- on my last trip to tokyo, I took over 4GBs of digital photos {had aaabsolutely noo problems blending in with the japanese from this perspective}, given the lack of time spent in front of my computer, I haven't had the change to actually *sit* & resize them photos.. I have just done that this mOrning, & will be uploading them & publishing them in batches.. not all, but some. meanwhile, i'm experiencing mood fluctuations coupled with confusion concerning my career path, the other day on my way to work, I asked myself the question whether "this" is *really* what I want to do for the rest of my work-savvy years, & the answer was a hesitant half-nod. I love financial analysis, I do.. heck, I love ANY kind of analysis.. that's what I do in the back of my head 24/7 & sometimes drives my mum & friends crazy.. because I always get to the conclusion of matters without solid facts, & yet somehow.. the analysis turns out to be right -most of the time. So yes, I love analyzing projects, assessing markets & so forth.. but there's something there that just doesn't sit nicely: environment. my work environment is as good as it gets in Abu Dhabi, seriously.. & I love my team, my little cubicle overwhelmed with phOtos of travel & otherwise, I get along with just about everyone {don't necessarily enjoy mass communicating with everyone, but i understand it's important for my job, thus, i put an effort into molding myself into an extrovert} nonetheless, i am impatient, making me 'wait' for things to happen killllllls me & tooooortures me, I like to have what I want. here. now. When you're an analyst though, unfortunately, you do not have the privilege to give orders.. instead, you take orders from the next person on the managerial ladder, & the next, & the one after; so far, my reporting ladder looks like this: - Director -- Deputy director/Senior project manager --- Project Manager ---- Associate ------ Me ------- Project officer -------- Support I'd like to think that the situation is not so bad, but for those of you who have trouble being bossed around you'd know exactly how it feels. But, you're no longer in high school & can get away with challenging your science teacher by getting kicked out of class, & you're no longer in college and able to drop a class because -in your own sense- the class 'does not add value' to what you want to become in the future.. You're now there, out there, in the vast wide world.. & its your chance to make a print -your own- & if you fail to, well then.. who cares? no one.. but then again, if you lack that burning ambition, it wouldn't matter to you anyway. But if you do have it, ..if you strive to become better in the smallest most minute little things, then it *is* a great deal. For girls in our culture; I feel that we have to put maaaaassive effort to get what would normally be rightfully ours. Work with passion is one; a friend of mine who has SO much potential had to go to the moon & back persuade her parents for their permission to pursue her master's degree in the UK, & after that.. she had to take a trip around the universe to every single planet out there for their "fine! but we're not particularly thrilled" for a job offer at one of the leading investment banks worldwide. No matter how strong the girl may appear, there will always be that part of her -her very core- that needs support, that boost from family & friends... why do we get put-down by our own people for wanting to achieve more? In my case, it's a more complex set of filters. I'd like to move on to the next step & have the flexibility and support to do it right, ..my father gives me the latter, & my society deprives me from the former. $0 in my moola box | link | email this post |
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