Today is 10 of October. 16 more days before my brother celebrates his twentieth. Already celebrated my birthday last month. And what a great birthday it was. Being out of country for a change. Its memories are for my own only.
I really love Angela Aki. I heard her first singing when I was playing Final Fantasy XII. I've fell in love with her music since. But only for XII tho. Then I tried to start listening to her other songs. The recent one I heard was called Life. It is a beautiful song judging from the melody. The message is a bit melancholic but I suppose Life is.
My work performance is pretty dismal. No motivation, no loyalty. Fortunately I have people to help me hold on to it. I do not mean it in an immoral way though. These people help to see my job for what it is, a stepping stone and a brief stop through the journey. And an eye-opener.
On the other hand, my French is still pretty much stuck on greetings. I forgot most of my Latin already. My Japanese is now pretty much limited to how I read kana characters. For once I see that my language passion isn't really going the way I thought it might. I blame it on my current job.
Reaching Out to the Truth is pretty apt for this blog. I apologize for not updating it as much as I wish to. I really think I need a schedule. I'm working on one now. If my attention span isn't so terrible, that is.
Sunday, October 09, 2011
Sunday, December 05, 2010
Inisiatif
You'd think there'd be less problems if everyone gets along with each other. Everyone being amicable to each other isn't impossible. Everyone just needs to get rid of their personal desires and agendas to work on a common goal. Yes, everyone should be in a hive mind mentality.
Sometimes I can't get these people who are too proud of the titles that go along with their names. Sure, you work all that sweat to get yourself the title of Professor. All those years of study to earn that degree/master/phd/whathaveyou so you can reach the top. Is that really what that time in class/lecture/research all about? No wonder the country's progressing nowhere.
I posted something on my fb about me gaining a few inches. My relatives at the kampung commented on it, and lady are they hilarious. They're so truthful and innocent to a naught. I had to remove that post because of their sincerity - I just can't live with that amount of sincerity, and to be honest I was posting so I can measure how soft I am: turns out I'm pretty pudgy. Time for a workout!
Sometimes I can't get these people who are too proud of the titles that go along with their names. Sure, you work all that sweat to get yourself the title of Professor. All those years of study to earn that degree/master/phd/whathaveyou so you can reach the top. Is that really what that time in class/lecture/research all about? No wonder the country's progressing nowhere.
I posted something on my fb about me gaining a few inches. My relatives at the kampung commented on it, and lady are they hilarious. They're so truthful and innocent to a naught. I had to remove that post because of their sincerity - I just can't live with that amount of sincerity, and to be honest I was posting so I can measure how soft I am: turns out I'm pretty pudgy. Time for a workout!
Monday, October 25, 2010
Kompulsori
I smiled when I checked Google for this word. What's the synonym for it in Malay? I bet nobody can answer that. Everyday life is making the word part of the Malay vocabulary as with other words such as manipulasi, inventori and such.
Where do I see myself in five years?
I'm in Canada, talking in French with my colleagues at university as we try to figure out what to eat before going to class.
Years later I'd probably live there
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Please excuse me for not updating the blog. Still reeling in from post-birthday trauma. 25 years and my life is still trying to get up that great big hill of hope for a destination.
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Where do I see myself in five years?
I'm in Canada, talking in French with my colleagues at university as we try to figure out what to eat before going to class.
Years later I'd probably live there
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Please excuse me for not updating the blog. Still reeling in from post-birthday trauma. 25 years and my life is still trying to get up that great big hill of hope for a destination.
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