It's been a while since I last posted anything here.
Too caught up with stuffs... mostly work and just living my life undocumented.
Reading back old posts and looking at past years photos got me jealous of my old self. "Was I THAT happening last time?" LOL. I used to be so active, going everywhere, doing random stuffs and I had so much energy. Now, I just prefer sitting at home doing nothing. Yes. Nothing. Well, except for occasionally bringing out my niece and nephew for lunch with grandma and aunts, my life for the past year was just working and staying in. Nothing much interesting happened. It's kind of like a soul-searching year for me. I'll try to document more here, as I find that my memory keeps failing me so it's good that I do it more, haha! I read back some of the posts here and I can't even remember certain things happened. LOL.
Well, work is hectic but still bearable. It's so flexible that I can work from anywhere during prep and non-event days. I mostly work at home and I told myself that I'm taking this as an opportunity to rest before I'm back on my foot again. It's good. After so many years of working in strict-and-full-of-office-politics environments, I got tired and it got me thinking, so what if I made a lot of money but I'm not enjoying it? I'm not happy and I'm stressed most of the time and all we (colleagues) do was to bitch about things that we actually can make changes to if we made our effort and have a little courage to change ourselves. So I made the decision that makes most sense to me. I quit and took the leap of faith. Not knowing what will happen, not knowing if I can ever find any suitable job or if anyone would want to hire me. And until today, I still thank God that I found it. I chose the least favorite option that most people would. In return, I have a lot of freedom in terms of work schedule, working style and most importantly being trusted. I'm not earning a lot more than before, but I gain more in terms of personal development and experience. Many friends were shocked when I told them I took a 60% pay cut. I don't mind it. Seriously, at that point of time, all I wanted/needed was good rest and pull myself out of the bad system. I'm glad that I did. I'm so much happier now.
One year passed and it feels like just yesterday. They said happy times passed quickly. Indeed.
So to everyone (anyone?) that are still coming back here to read my updates, thank you. I wish everyone to just take your time, do the things that you love most. Don't be afraid of changes. After all, God has planned for us in His way.
Monday, October 20, 2014
After A Long Hiatus.
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Tuesday, May 07, 2013
Are you living your dream?
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Friday, February 24, 2012
I'm Not Dead (yet)-lah...
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Tuesday, January 10, 2012
Past Tense.
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Thursday, December 29, 2011
Grace.
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Thursday, December 01, 2011
This Year To Me.
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Wednesday, October 05, 2011
Crossroads.
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Wednesday, September 21, 2011
What is the right thing to do?
Living the mediocre life where you will be accepted by majority or living the blissful life where you will be out casted by them?
No matter which one you choose, at the end of the day, there’ll still be unhappiness.
But let’s just put the unhappiness aside and think.
Why do we need approval from the whole world of what we do? Who set the rules of what is accepted and what is not? Just because majority doesn’t think that it’s right doesn’t makes it wrong, no?
It’s easy to say that we don’t have to care what others says, as long as we do what we think is right for us and just be happy. But who are we kidding when we say that we shouldn’t care? Deep down inside, we cared a lot about others opinion. We cared about how others see us. We give a lot of damn about how others judge us. We cared because we’re all egoistic. Though in actual fact, really, no matter what you do, others opinions are not important. How they see us is really up to them. How they want to be judgmental is really none of our business. So it all goes back to the point… just don’t fucking care. Because at the end of the day, they too, don’t give a fuck after they voiced out what’s in their mind. They don’t give a fuck after saying hurtful things, scaring you with the worst possible thing that they imagined could happen to you. They just don’t give a fuck cos they’re just being courteous or trying to show that they’re being modest. So after all that, what will happen? Nothing. Everyone will go back to where they are. Overtime, they will forget what they said to you. They won’t remember whatever things that happened to you. Because they are not you. They don’t go through the shit that you’re experiencing.
So, happy or not, is not others to judge but ourselves.
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Tuesday, August 23, 2011
22 July 2011
Lately I’ve been trying to look at things that I’ve kept away for a very long time.
Things that I tried to keep it away from surfacing.
Little things that I chose not to mention. Things that I chose to forget.
Little things that I tried convincing myself that it’s okay to be kept away.
And now, that treasure box filled with those little little things couldn’t take in any more of it and I have to reluctantly take those little things out one by one, to reorganize, and to decide what to keep and what not worth keeping anymore.
Which gives a little cringe every time I took out something.
Each and every bit of it means something. It’s hard to take all of it out and scrutinize one by one. I realized that it’s even harder to decide which ones to keep, and which ones to abandon.
Always easier said than done. *shrug*
I’ve come to a point where I’m not sure if all of it means anything at all. Does it ever? If it doesn’t, then why am I still holding on to it?
I really want to change things.
I really wished that things are different.
I wished all of it was just a dream so I can wake up from it and forget everything. Forget how I felt. Forget all the words that I’ve heard. Forget all the things that happened before my eyes.
I wished to just forget.
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