Following the stressful and relieving end (hopefully) of my ACCA life, we organized a little getaway to ChaoMei land where cacti, strawberry jam and breathstealing views are blissful.




In that picture is our World Prize winner, PAS leader (Parti Anti-Social) and award-winning unique poser. I present to you, Lisa Khoo Poh Yin




Next up, we have our most beloved glam queen, Chiang Sze May!



always munching





Let's get another zoom on that.



"Steam me up, scotty,"





Hundreds of ringgit spent on junkfood at the supermarket, back in KL. Barely got to finish it. HuiLeng's fault









That is HuiLeng. Retardism








I have been BEEEEEE ZEEEEEEEE zomg why do I always give excuses that I have not enough time in a day. Gosh, if I just stopped texting so much, typing facebook.com so much, standing in the LRT doing nothing so much, msn-ing so much, WORKING so much....


I would be free.

-er.


But time does have its mysterious and peculiar ways of revealing the omnipotence of faith in confidence and concentration in whatever I do. Well then, I'll just have to believe, don't I! But anyway, that's another story to tell.



Next up...

Labels: holidays and whatnot

I remember doing this awhile ago....









hhaeagooashadeahahaeaheha omg

Labels: misc

When will the quadrant reunite?


Will it be in the near future?


Will it be.

Labels: life around me

At 1.30am last night, the most unexpected thing happened. I was awakened by the overwhelming heat radiating from my body, not being absorbed by the supposedly cool air from the supposedly switched on aircon.

There was a blackout.


At 2.30am last night, the most unexpected thing happened. Electrical appliances started to churn back to life when we heard a blissful joyous cheer, "YAAAAAAAAAYYY!!"

The housemates across the backalley were all up together at 2.30am in the morning.

Cheering.

To get the hang of it, is to let go. To let go is to follow your instinct and not your senses. What your instincts precede may be more than meets the results of your neurological processes. So follow your heart, and not your thoughts, is what they say.

The problem comes when assumed superior power from the external environment, propels you forward into the limelight, the showdown of panic, nervousness, self-consciousness, and frustration. When you halt at the hinging humility, heaving aside the humanity in you, hacking away the hindrance of confidence that you have so strongly and wrongly brought upon yourself all these years, then you would finally see what it could be like, to experience a rare power.

Self-esteem.

Below the bundling bullocks of your bros bulldozing back your best behaviour, there is a chance for you to hone your inner aura, to capture that determination and exploit your true perseverance in achieving what you can, if only you had that confidence to overcome this bluff materiality that is destroying your will. But also notice that throughout your journey, the jostling jacks and jills jolted you with justified support and unconscious positivity, posting pieces of puzzles in positions to put the plains to pester, pleading preferably for your pillared perfection to surface from your ponder. But also use that not as an excuse. Use that as your beacon of light. Your leap of faith. Don't deny the distinction that you were duly dosed with dealt decks containing the basic manuals of life. It's just that it didn't ring you right in the rib to read them regurgitatively at least.

Tell a tale and toss a tongue to treat your self-esteem. Bring a book and break a leg when you're faced with challenges. Follow the fun and face your fears when you are confronted at the chills of your chest. That would be the best way to see that peer pressure and inexistent sensitivity is a heartbreaking hurdle, but can also be a way of showing you a secret passage way to climbing up the confidence ladder and even synergistically developing you, yourself, a Jack of All Trades.

Well, I've just completed my studies (and hopefully I graduate at the same time). So my excuse is basically that I have to live off some form of income, wouldn't you agree? No, of course our parents don't continue funding us after we finish our studies, do they. We might even have to pay rent in some form of substantial contribution returning to the household.

So, working in these few system implementation projects for a month or two gives me a window, a sneak preview to spectate the world from a different perspective than from a student's point of view. Some light, shed on the nitty gritty work ethics and deadline stress, some realization of what could interest me in launching my career development.

Maybe I also considered the need to start subsidising my brother's instalments on the myvi. But, that's a sidetrack.

I'll say it once. The good news is, I haven't started the real work. This is just a sort of vacation trainee spark test. So now that I'm not yet a 9am-9pm controlled-dunggu, be profound to say that I'm wise in taking a break while earning some side income by just doing some job work everyday.

And not diving into the 16-hr slavehouse, like how my other friends immediately did, subsequently failing two papers, and resitting for them with exam leave while still handling peak period audit field work.

Now that, my good friend, is definitely a "burning out".

And for a fact, my dad even gave me one twa liap lecture for wanting to rush my applications into the Big Four.

I think the most appropriate feedback on this planet is but one.



"Why not?"

Why do my friends think I'll burn out?

Why do I appear so career-driven?

Why do I still feel last in line when I look toward my advancing ex-college mates?

Why do I also feel last in line when I'm with my gang?




Why am I inferior to my surroundings?

Do I let my surroundings control me?

Why do I appear to be pushed so hard by my dad?

Why do I let my life direct my steering?




Why in the first place do I let my friends interfere with my goals?

Why am I blogging about this?

Am I racing to the finish line in this life competition with others?

Why is it 'others' and not 'me?'





Why do I constantly feel belittled in a game of 'general knowledge'?

Why did I choose this path of technicality?

And although I already I did, why do I still feel the need to fit into the 'generalized' category?

Why do I ask why?





Why are you reading this?

If you are wondering why, why do you wonder?

Why do I wonder why you wonder?

Is it a human nature to inquire?


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There need only be one reply for all those questions.








Why not?