あっという間に24歳になりました | feeling too comfortable

 
I've never been one to believe in prophecies and the like. But just for the sake of coincidence, around the middle of this year, I had a fortune cookie tell me this: (now, it was weird because others who ate from the same batch had like, "Have a nice day")

Okay, and now here I am. Just turned 24 years old. It hasn't actually sunk in really, I'm feeling more like 21. Here I am, an uncertified accountant executive at the visa center, stammering away in Chinese everyday while becoming very fluent in Javanese, and eating increasingly more food than I ever did. And I'm 24. Whew.
  
Has 2010 spoiled me too much? I'm thinking, yes. It's getting too comfortable, and boring. I've gotten through all the work challenges within six months, just like the last two jobs. I'd like to have a new project, a puzzle to solve. Or maybe, just a getaway to look forward to.
  
For the time being, though, I love my job; I love my office and the people I work with. I even love the food I eat everyday. My boss is stupid (I'm not being mean, it's an honest description, not an exaggeration), but it's okay because that way he can't tell me what to do. All is good for xtong. Basically, my work, social and private life is in nice balance. Being busy is great, but I manage to have time just for myself and do stuff like write this blog, play with the dog, and read random things; currently it's Obama & Me novel by Damien Dematra - which I shall continue reading now. Toodles~