Minuteman (Journal 1 of 3 Journals): Personal Development Journal
2025.09.01 The Deluge
In ancient cultures around the world, we find myths and legends of a “Great Flood” that wiped out humanity and the world - basically an all-consuming flood that RESET the world.
From the Sumerians, Judaism, Hinduism, Christianity, and even indigenous cultures and religions, this “Great Flood” has become part of literature and tradition.
Unfortunately, I went through something similar…
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Towards the end of 2021: COVID Infection. I was put under quarantine and had limited to no internet access during my quarantine. I had open trades with some paper profits on them. Since they were on the green, i nicked all the stop losses, intending to watch them closely manually. Big mistake. Quarantine prevented my access to my portfolio. Also, being really sick, money was the least of my concerns.
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2022 came in with a BANG. Upon release from my quarantine, i found out why my family wasn’t visiting me in the hospital (which was heartbreaking). I found out they got infected with COVID too and were all blaming me for it. My elderly parents got to severe / critical condition (which was already heavy on my heart) and the fact that they blamed me for it made things way harder. My aunts/ uncles and cousins got the bug too but they were more supportive and optimistic. I got to live in my uncle’s house’s spare visitor room for a full month instead of the family home i grew up in.
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I broke up with my girlfriend back then who not once visited me during my quarantine nor during my release and stay in my uncle’s spare visitor room. She always had an excuse even when lockdown and restrictions were already lifted a month later. I always supported and helped her (even financially) but apparently she cannot be bothered for this little show of support. It was even more heartbreak but you can see all the redflags there.
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I had no time to rest as I was the taxation expert and the company was facing an open case with the tax people. Besides, my medical certificate already says I’m discharged so if i wanna keep my job, I have to pick up the pace. Despite just recovering and still going through multiple hearbreaks, I had to MAN UP and get $h1t done.
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By the end of March, I finally got back to my senses and reopened my trading accounts. I was MASSIVELY in the RED! It took me a day for everything to sink in and come to terms with what happened and what needs to be done. I cut the losses. They were massive - the amounts I cut were equivalent to 80% of my “Global Funds” portfolio and equivalent to 40% of my total portfolio (Assets invested everywhere). It was like losing an arm and a leg! 
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The rest of the year was silent rebuilding and reorganizing. November of 2022 up to February of 2023 was 110% towards my day job as I worked for a promotion with new duties and responsibilities.
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By March of 2023, i received my promotion and had new responsibilities. I tried my best to save up as much as I could from my salaries to put into my investments and my trading.
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By October of 2023, I felt i was ready to get back into the dating game again. By the end of October, I had a new muse! 
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December of 2023. Our relationship entailed openness and honesty. She knew about my story (especially #5) and she disagreed with my trading and instead encouraged me to pursue more conservative investments. I agreed and followed my beloved.
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August of 2025 Everything was going good with the new relationship… until it wasn’t. It was 2024 when she moved in with me. She didn’t earn as much as me so I had to shoulder most of our common expenses. Our “household” expenses was split 80-20 most of the time. I didn’t mind that because i truly loved her and wanted to provide for her. We had our disagreements and fights sometimes but we managed to work them out (most of the time a compromise on my part).
We had our ups and downs but we always managed to work them out one way or another. But this time, we couldn’t…
Her jealous friends (jealous of our relationship) began to manipulate her. I didn’t know it at the time but my sources told me much later. These girl friends (her bestfriend Cherry and Bea) were cheating on their boyfriends and were miserable.
They made up rumours that I was seeing someone else. Hollup, I spend 8 AM to 7 PM at work, I spend virtually 80% to 90% of my net salary mostly on “us” and if i ever get anything “extra” from my investments, I’d get her something special as a gift or treat her out. I had neither the time or money for another woman - a mistress.
No matter how I tried to defend my honour, my girlfriend chose to believe them instead of trusting in our love.
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On the 11th of August, 2025, she broke up with me. I’ve been trying to win her back and exert more effort to convince her of how my love is true… but she seems too far gone in the web of lies her friends have made.
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I’ve spent countless nights crying myself to sleep. I’ve spent countless days trying to woo her and convince her. I’ve spent so much time and money trying to repair the damage caused by their false witness… but to no avail. She’s already moved out and blocked me on all her socials and contacts. Her other friends have also been sworn to secrecy so I have truly no way to find her to attempt to fix things.
So on this day, it’s apparently no longer up to me. It is now in God’s Hands… 
- Since she’s gone now, you, my reader, are now witness: I am no longer bound by the promise of avoiding the pursuit of trading. It is but pointless to hold out the agreement as she is no longer with me.
Nonetheless, we hope and keep an open door for her (should she have a change of heart) but let it not stop my pursuit of the markets. 
After 40 days and 40 nights (and an extra 7), a dove brought Noad an olive leaf. At long last, Noah found DRY LAND, marking the end of the journey… and NEW BEGINNINGS.
This is me stepping off my “ark”. Let’s call it my Second Life.
Here i come. 