I'm not even sure what of interest I have done between the last time I posted and now. Other than getting my 2nd tattoo done (photo under the cut below), I also tested and passed a level in kung fu. The rest of the time has pretty much been spent working.
I haven't been working out at home lately, between the 2-3 days of kung fu a week and other things, I just don't seem to have the time or the energy, but I really need to get back in to it soon. In the last year and a half I have put on about 20+lbs and gone up 2 pant sizes. This, considering my size when I started, is actually a good thing for me, but I do need to even out where the extra poundage is going since it all seems to want to go to my waist. 
It has been close to a year since the last time I made it out to SG Karaoke. I didn't make the gala this year either; stuff came up. It seems harder and harder to find the time to do the things I want to do lately. Too many obligations and events and people and any number of other things. I find that I always come back to the same line of thought when I start getting stressed out and run down. I think about how I have a good job now, and make good money. I drive a nice car and have nice things. I remember 11 years ago, living in a shack in a one horse town[/], working at the local coffee shop. I didn't make much more than minimum wage, but I was happy? I had friends, a girl I cared about, a really good group of musicians to work with - all in all, it wasn't so bad. I didn't know it at the time though. Sure, it was really hard to make ends meet and I didn't have much of anything, but I didn't have the stress either. Some days, it is hard to tell which was better. I remember dreaming about how great it would be to make $30,000 a year. How that would solve all my problems; pay all my bills. A decade later, making more than twice that, I have to say, the problems and bills are still there. There are just more of them now. And there was a long, hard, road through the deepest depths of hell to get from there to here, but in the end I think it's still worth it.
Not even sure why I'm writing all of this. Just feeling .. well I don't know what I'm feeling lately, I have a lot on my mind. I guess I'm just looking for an outlet to spew some verbal diahrea, albeit in text format. There are other things too, but none of which I feel comfortable discussing with anyone else, so I'm not sure where they will wind up. I guess when I get like this, I just look back at how long it took to get here and try to remind myself that it's still good; that I made the right choices in the end, even if they didn't seem like it at the time. So that maybe, I can understand the choices I am making now, and maybe I can look back on them in 10 years time and say that it was the right thing to do, no matter how much it hurts.