Hong (for King) Kong

In Hong Kong for work. so this is like a worklogue. I forsee much travelling in the next 3-4 quarters or so.. Think "every week" instead on 2 weeks in a month. It's going to be hectic. People tell me it sounds so exciting and glamourous to be travelling overseas to meet clients. You get to flyBusiness, stay in swankyhotels and charge everything to the corporate AMEX. Stop romantacising. Work is work. Travelling for work, is no fun.

It's cold in Hong Kong, the office here is FREEZING. And it's warmer outside than in. I like Hong Kong. Or at least i like staying on my own. Hotels are my kind of thing. Or at least housekeeping and room service is. It's like having your own anonymous maid. You leave your towels on the bathroom floor in the morning and by 7pm when you get home, it's been washed, folded and neatly hanging off the bathroom rungs. My shoes are re-arranged, my bed is made, any food eaten the night before never becomes dinner. In short, everything is well kept.

That's the main reason why i dread relocating. I hate housework. I like to think of myself as someone who loves to leave a trail of chaos and destruction in her path at home. I like having people pick up and clean after me. Tell me a person who doesn't and i will show you a liar.

Being at this point in my Life begs the question: What's next? Sure i have been mulling over this a couple of times for a couple of months with a couple of people but really, what is the answer?
So you got a great job, you have spending power, the world is your oyster and you are in a position where you can actually MAKE things happen for yourself and for others. Everything is "planned out". But what about the intangible things in Life? I go back to my hotel room after a long day and though 5 star fully paid for accomodation on the 45th floor with an awesome Harbourview is nice and good, i crawl into bed, hardly have any human interaction and watch Malcolm in the Middle till i fall asleep to STAR WORLD.

The things i look forward to nowadays are not the pay raise, that next Gucci, the clothes, air ticket.. that my salary can buy me but the unexpected awesome conversations, great dinner outings with girlfriends, watching-TV-with-boyfriend, listening to an old favourite song on the radio- stuff that really matters. And the things that matters keep you whole, sane and HAPPY. I don't want to be detached from my own happines.. Wake up in the Conrad and forget that LIFE is so much more than just work. The important stuff, the good stuff are the things that you do after 5pm.

Don't get me wrong, i am crazy about my job. And i am thankful for the opportunity. But one must strive to reach a higher plane. It's not just about work. Work is a distraction from LIFE. Only problem is.. when does work end and LIFE begins?