Dreams pushes us on

i've got to get my act together man, i'm losing my sanity and drive. life has come to a blur and now i feel like a film being played in slow. i have started making plans for the years after national service and sigh i just hope that the ns years will move on by in a blink of an eye. its seriously a pain in the arse to know that in the hospitality and tourism industry time and experience is precious and gosh i have just lose out on two years.

now before i further my studies i am gonna go all out and backpack in japan once more, with the change of season and autumn sweeping the land when i end my national service, its gonna be a glorious travel adventure like the brush of golden sunset hues. i am afterall in love with this country that never fails to amaze whether it's culture, cuisine, nature, architecture or technology.

well enough of my indulgence in traveling. i have decided to pursue my studies in the university of new south wales. yes its the university that my friend remembered as the one that closed its door in singapore. well the bachelor of commerce, service marketing htm is really ideal. i have always been interested in marketing and boy i can never leave the htm industry. its too exciting and fasinating to ever say goodbye too.

anyway its damn dear to be studying overseas. the course will send close to ninety thousand australian dollars into the the economy down under and that does not include the cost of living. i feel faint already. what makes matters worst is that the city of sydney is the capital of tourism for australia and just imagine the accommodation cost and daily expenditure. but i love living overseas and the stint in shanghai has just confirmed that.

haaaa what happens after i get my degree. well i am planning to get a job in sydney with a hotel hopefully four seasons or the observatory hotel. somewhere in the middle i have not thought about it yet but my dream is to work with the peninsula tokyo. i wonder what it takes to get the right to working in the japanese capital. homework time.

i wonder...