Archive for August, 2008

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Eighteen yet again

August 31, 2008

I feel like I’m reliving my teenage years again – in which I partied so hard and enjoying life so much!

Oxford was wild, fun and memorable. Being with friends make me happier than ever. I don’t feel like I have any responsibility towards anybody whatsoever. I’m enjoying life more than ever. =)

Seeing Azrin the other day make me realise what I want, to be with somebody I’m so comfortable with that knows me deep down inside – not necessarily somebody new or even somebody old, somebody perfect, but someone I am comfortable with. And no I am not even slightly interested to be back with him at all.

I have come to a stage where I’ve forgotten about Han and I. I don’t remember about Neil and I too. I’m just happy to be on own. Often, I am also worried that I might not find that somebody in my life anymore but really, it’s alright the door awaits

I’ll be off to Ibiza over the weekend =)

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On my own

August 25, 2008

I’ve never realised that being single is actually one of the best thing that could happen to me. Not only I am getting all the space to myself, I am also at the same time able to enjoy my life and love every inch of it – getting to know myself better :)

I am no longer craving for the ‘just-to-be-in-a-relationship’ mode. In fact, I want to walk down the road on my own and enjoy it totally.

I have the audacity to do anything I want without any restrictions whatsoever. I am allowed to smoke, to drink, to space out, to have fun and to flirt without anyone constantly at my ear. I don’t have to make unnecessarily sacrifices and I don’t have to compromise to anyone.

Most importantly, I’ve found myself and spend these months getting to know me.

3 months and still counting. I’m extremely happy :)

Yours truly.

ps-i don’t even remember when was the last time I was single-single.

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Speed of Sound

August 14, 2008

After what seemed like thirty minutes of tossing and turning in my lilac bed-spread covered bed, curled beneath my green-polka-dotty-stripey duvent, hugging my pillow and my bolster, my eyes lid were heavy, however so, my little mind did not seem to agree.

The gushing of the sounds outside, i switched my laptop on, with a small bag of Doritos.

I am a little hungry.

My tattoo is getting better. It flaked. I’m considering my second one soon. Real real soon.

Whilst at work, they were circulating emails around for Christmas – wow. Time flies. It’s mid-August now. Come September in two weeks. Those fateful months last year. Wow. Then, it’ll be autumn, and winter – Christmas and New Year and gone before I know it – it’ll probably be home time.

I am very much skeptical about my decision to pack and leave. Not only I am salivating over the money factor, also, I always seem to know that I will be back with him – I will somehow. It’s not a good thought for I am tying myself to something so unrealistic and probably that might never work out and say if I do see him come September, I will stay for him.

My predicament are almost always right. But I am heading no where. Still. I stop luring and dreaming about a big fat happy wedding – somehow I feel that I won’t get married anymore at all.

My life seem so surreal but I am just yet enough and contented.

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The bitter sweet mind.

August 13, 2008

I’m so tired.

I need to take up reading as a hobby again.

Overflow with thoughts and self discovery again.

Am I a too strong for a Gemini?

Home or not?

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the next word; resilience

August 11, 2008

Thank you to all of you for all the previous encouraging words and faith in me. All of these happened some 7 months ago and I am really really absolutely positively perfectly dandy now. It was just an experience I wanted to share with three girls in particular that are going through the same rough patch that I went through before and of course to share it with other people.

Often my lack of empathy reflects on myself as a whole, as a being – that I am dramatic, and that I am unappreciative and I kiss and tell. People talk, they gossip and they judge, everyone does in some ways or another. These are inevitable – it’s human nature. Nonetheless, I was not being melodramatic or depressed (as some said) and did not exaggerate one bit of my previous note. Until you go through it you have no fucking idea.

Because it was not just about losing my job and being betrayed – it was more than that, I lost hopes, I lost my self-confidence, I lost my parents’ trust, expectations and reliability. I disappointed them so much. I lost my career as a young graduate from a prestigiously famous multinational company. I deemed to be irresponsible and unsuccessful. I was dropped from hundred thousand feet to zilch. I was everywhere but no where.

Then I struggled a few months – interviews after interviews, applications after applications – pulled me down by miles and I was on the verge of giving up, not because I wanted to but the whole fiasco finally dawned on me. Granted, after those depressing ‘holidays’ for months, I now know where I should be. I am finally happy and contented with my life. It may not be a roses of bed – I may not have the best of everything, but ideally I have what I want and what I need, – a job, sense of security and the motivation to go on.

All not for my strength and determination – much due to all those countless support and guidance from dear loves around me – my family and friends. It’s amazing how those little text from people lift your spirit up. From there, I knew who my friends are and where I stand.

When somebody whines and moans about something not having done, think about it, is the person talking for the sake of talking, is the person creating more unnecessary drama for himself and has the person actually action what he was accountable for?

Resilience sprung me back to the world of reality. After all, I know I am still young and instead of sitting around crying for dear life expecting a miracle to happen, stringing to unspoken words, shouldn’t I gather myself and strive for it?

So please my dear girls, stop being addicted to the drama. Stop being melancholic to those bullshit. I know the pain and hurt are as addictive as heroin but what is the fucking point? I know you have the perfect imaginative script – one to define and express your outrage but what is the point? The zillions of apologies are never just yet because all is talk, non are actioned. No matter how many sorries you hear and how painful it is to let memories fly, you will have to fucking slave yourself out of that high. There is absolutely no use whatsoever to think of venge, to cure that little angst in you – as that would only degrade what little dignity you have left after all the humiliation and agony you had to withstand.

What will you get from hurting the person? Do you seriously think you will get the ‘real’ explanation? Do you think the person will feel even half the pain you are enduring? – let alone the unrequited love you have. No one that truly loves you will push you to walls of no return – chasing circles. So stop beating yourself and stop fighting a losing battle.. you will only pay for more provocation than happiness.

Channel your energy on better things not on lost cause. Focus on the bigger issues ie work. Go out, have fun – pack your conscience with you. Get to know yourself – what do you really want? I know you are emotionally vulnerable, subconsciously disillusioned and have the littlest of strength to go on but if you don’t help yourself, no one will be able to.

People are born to be selfish, many at the cost of your expense – they rob your happiness and bury their sorrows – to exchange what they desire not caring about people around them for so they claim they love. Hey, it is about time you learn to care about yourself and appreciate the ones in front of you.

I have overlooked one person during my moment of ‘desperation for answers’ – and I am regretting every ounce of it. So don’t be like me and slap yourself hard and wake the fuck up. YOU HAVE TO WALK AWAY FROM THIS.

When you have woken up, you know where I am – because I am all arms and ears and legs to let you cry.

My mum often tells me – perseverance and resilience is the key to succeed. It’s like those bobo dolls – no matter how they are pushed and wrestled – they will always bounce back, and that is exactly what you need to do. Bounce back and prove to yourself – you are not that weakling you think you are.

Your efforts are not held in reprimand, don’t ever get disheartened because I am always here. I was once there – I know. I am here always – praying generously that your decision is what a blessing may follow.

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Don’t look back in anger

August 6, 2008

This beautiful song reminds me so damn much about that time that was just me and 7 other blokes after exams. Crazy and yet fun. Karaoke and I loved it every inch.

Missing those times dearly!

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Work

August 5, 2008

CIBAI

MUST PEN THIS DOWN

Seriously I think I am getting slightly fed up at work not only that I am in apparently ‘Customer Services’, selling technique whatsoever DOES NOT FUCKING APPLY. I mean honestly, I doubt I will enjoy this sales profession and I think I am by far at my hardest, WEAKEST and seriously I sometimes doubt my ability to talk and sell.

Got a customer who said I was ‘arsy’ and I am somewhat intimidated by people strangling me with questions and harassing me. I have yet to be firm and say NO.

HOW LAR??!

I am missing the prestige of an accountancy firm – the accountancy profession. =(

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Credit crunch.

August 2, 2008

OMG i did something really really extraordinarily stupid yesterday and I don’t even want to mention it.

Went out last night and saw some of my old EY colleagues and one asked about Neil and I. It’s extremely mega fucking awkward seeing my old colleagues again. I am really chasing for the prestige of the name. Few days before, I was on the phone with some friends and they told me how even PwC is retrenching people in TS (the department which I worked for previously in EY) and Mei Yen told me how EY is cutting cost and cutting incentives and people onwards from Executive levels – is getting a minimal pay rise.

Is the credit crunch so bad that it has been affecting the economy in such a way, that so I heard Bankers from London are so affected, big Investment Banks are going down hill. Following the recent buy-out if Bear Sterns, triggered the economy more.

BP marked an increase of profit and a profit of £450 PER FUCKING SECOND and there you go, the fuel prices going jacking up – and apparently BP employees used to get free lunches and now they even have to pay for it.  Wow impressive – cars, fuel, road tax, insurance…

It is clearly seen that the cost of living is increasing, there is inflation – and yet the disposable income is still the same. I am fucking paying tax on Basic Rate which is a fucking rip off I want to cry.

Yet people like me, still spending money like water. I fucking need to cut down too.

The economy and its states – Malaysia and the fucking political drama. Oh my fucking Lord, which country should I go?