We are only young once

Surely, we would have heard the phrase “Live life! We are only young once!”
Yet, over the years, haven’t we realised that the phrase are used by certain people when circumstances are convenient for them to say so?
“Go places. See the world. You are only young once. You only live once.”
or
“You are only young once. And this is the time to work hard, so that when you get older, you would have a better life, financially, at least.”

Whether we pick Option 1 or Option 2 is highly dependent on what kind of person we are.
Some would drop everything to travel, and see the world. Others would rather work hard now to climb the corporate ladder to live a comfortable life later.

Yet, in the midst of seeing the world, or in the midst of working hard to climb the corporate ladder, have we forgotten that our parents, and grandparents are also only here with us once? When we were/are young, and busy seeing the world, or climbing the corporate ladder, they were busy aging?

Some people see the world in a simpler manner:
Go see the world, or Work hard.
Yet, others see that there’s only a fine line to fall into the extremes, and a delicate balance to be somewhere in between of having a career, seeing the world, and still have time with people dear to us.

Sadly, with only 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, not many people truly get to have everything. Not many successfully walked that fine line, balancing between the 3.
Afterall, we are only human. We could only do so much. We could only prioritise on what we deem and perceive to be important.
Fortunately, I fall under the latter, for I believe in balancing that, with no easy way out.
Unfortunately, I think I have failed miserably to walk that delicate line.

I could see myself being one of the 3 VERY BUSY child.
What’s worse, I could see my sister being the other VERY BUSY child.

Which makes us wonder, does it really matter to our parents that we are high flyers, successful people when we neither have the time, nor energy to spend with them?
Obviously, we are working hard now so that they too can have a more comfortable life? Surely, that’s what it is, no?
Yet, have we wondered that as much as they may be proud of our achievements, perhaps they would value the time we could spend with them even more?

We can’t do everything. By the same token, we can’t possibly have everything.
We are only young once. We only live once. No doubt. (Let’s not get into the argument of rebirth and life after death here)
Yet, while we are young, while we are still alive and living, how would we like to live our life? That, is a matter of choice.
I may not have successfully balance everything, but I’m trying. I really am. That’s my choice

The phrase “We are only young once” is really nothing more than a justification. Justifying that we should see the world or climb the corporate ladder while we are young is simply an excuse to convince ourselves that that’s the way to live life.
Ultimately, how and what we choose defines us. As a child, and as a person.

Back to where we began

Sports club (KSP) annual dinner always brings back memory.
3 years ago, we stood there, on the stage, performing for the rest.
Yesterday, I sat there and watched the new joiners performed.
What’s more ironic, for whatever reason, we were back at Nikko Hotel this time around. My first KSP dinner was held at the exact same place.
Makes me wonder if this is the end, for as they always say, you go back to where you began.

Anyway, I shall let the pictures do the talking this round, since some people have been complaining about the lack of photos (with faces) in my blog.
Sis, you should be able to recognise a few familiar faces here.

The theme this year is Wild Wild West:

A mandatory one with Zen.

With Jocelyn, my manager. She’s not quite dressed according to the theme, but we reckon she dressed up like some rich ‘tai tai’!

Jason, the Chief of the Red Indian tribe, apparently!

Penny

Clockwise from top: Alicia, Myself, Pooi Yin, Jumaiyah, Elaine, Senshih
Don’t mind my big head. There wasn’t much room to stand in the ballroom. Aren’t the lil red indians cute?

With Amanda and Leyi, my Seremban engagement teammates…I mean, EX-teammates. Both of them ditched me!

With Hansen. Don’t mind the weird angle. I reckon the photographer was slightly tipsy from the alcohol.

With Peter, the my-good-trait-is-I’m-not-very-lazy guy. Funny man!

From left: Zoey, Funny, Ivy.

From left: Yoong Yue, Melissa, Myself, Isha

With Michelle.

From left: Cindy, Myself, Alicia, Teng Siew, Jocelyn – Some very very nice people that I’ve worked with.

With Siong Sie

Wendymon!

With Li Lin

From Left: Funny, Foong Yi, and Sue Ling. Sorry Foong Yi, I really can’t recall when did you leave the firm…must be my short term memory!

Pooi Yin. Ignore my red face. This is what alcohol does to me!

We then left Nikko Hotel, and after ‘what-felt-like-hours-of-discussion’, we proceeded to head for karaoke session at Gardens.

There were some discussion on whether to go clubbing or karaoke, and while waiting for the call to be made, camwhored a lil more in Cindy’s car.



Clockwise from top: SuZen, Wendymon, Leyi, Kerokeropi, some-monkey-in-which-I-don’t-know-the-name

Cindy the driver, and I

The night ended at 3am, and Cindy fetched me home. Thank you Cindy, for I was so tired by then.
Signs of me getting old.

Some might have realised by now that the faces look quite different from the biennial dinner, Crossroads course aka Senior’s Away Day, and of course, my first ever KSP dinner (Which took place even before I started blogging).
People come, and people go. Most of my batchmates are gone by now (Or leaving). Hence, the different faces.

Conclusion: This may possibly be the last KSP dinner I would be attending. Or maybe not. Frankly, even I can’t be sure. I guess only time will tell.

Murphy’s Law? Maybe not.

Murphy’s law is an adage that broadly states: “Anything that can go wrong will go wrong.”
Wikipedia

Had a long week. 2.5 days of training, and another day travelling to and from Seremban-KL meant I woke up earlier than usual. Not to mention, I didn’t get to rest much last weekend too..
It didn’t help that the training was for something highly technical yet crucial and extremely important to the world of accounting in the near future..and they were all…new. At least to me.
If my brain were to resemble a room with loads of drawers, the “work” drawer has surely gone overload, toppled, fell, and now everything’s everywhere in the room.
By the end of the training, I was more “lost” than “enlightened”, and of course, I’m now wondering who was the smart ass who asked me to do accounting and be an auditor. Why am I an accountant? Why?
Oh crap! That was my choice. *Bangs head on the wall*

And right after that, had to head back to Seremban for my unfinished job. Rushed and rushed, hoping to finally get it done so that I don’t have to go back no more, only to realise that it wasn’t quite possible, for there were more issues. Bah! Why am I an auditor? Why?
Oh yeah, that was my choice too. *Slaps forehead*

By Friday, I was knackered. Nonetheless, attended Wendy’s farewell after work, and when I got home, I was in for more shock. (Sorry peeps, no pics on the farewell, as I didn’t have a camera, and have yet to get any pictures from friends) I was told on that day my room is to be repainted, after that mini renovation, but hell broke loose when I saw the color of my room..

Pinkish ORANGE??

Comes in 2 shades too. With EVEN darker orange. (o.O) *Faints*

By the way,they are darker than they look in the pictures actually.
The room looks smaller, and dark…and…..fugly
I was tired, shocked, devastated, angry and lost for word.

I was so stress that night that I tore my blanket apart that night

okok. I didn’t. It was an accident. I pulled the blanket, and it just…tear..

It was so bad that I really could not take it, and hence, got part of it repainted.
Part, because it was really hard to move the wardrobe and bookshelf to paint the other 1/4 of it.

It was repainted the next day:

It’s now white, with a tinge of pink. Of course, I’m still no fan of the ORANGE, but well…I guess I can live with 1/4 of an ugly room, compared to ONE fugly room.
Compromise.

And thanks to my angry self the accident, I have to get myself a new blanket/quilt.
Ok fine, not quite for I wanted to get a quilt for a while, and the torn blanket was just an excuse (I did NOT tear it on purpose though..I SWEARRRR)
I got myself a new goose down quilt, a rather kiddy but I thought very cute quilt cover, and now I’m one happy child again. =)

I’m so easy to please. \(^o^)/

I guess it wasn’t fair to say I had a terrible week. It wasn’t the best, but because I was so tired at the end of it, everything looks worse than they really were.

Nonetheless, I sure am looking forward to a better week this coming week, although am not too optimistic about getting one. Yet, I continue to hope for the better, for hope is the promise of all good things.