Stay afloat, don’t drown.

 

It has been a busy start to the first month of 2017.
I have been trying to sort out my priorities,
mainly job hunting.
For the past 5 weeks, the uncertainties don’t get any lesser.
Every application I make is a test of luck.
Every step I take is a leap of faith.

 

The peer pressure is setting in.
I tend to be lost in conversations with friends
because when everyone talks about their career,
it hits me:
I have no colleagues to praise / rant about.
I have no work stress to complain about.
I have no job to talk about.
It is difficult and frustrating
when I feel like I have so much to offer,
yet to only come back struggling with reality.

 

I’d say that it is just a phase,
and I hope that I am right.

 

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Day 17 – Halfway done

 

The second week of training camp has come toย an end.
That marks two more weeks before deployment to Cambodia.
Two more weeks to the start of the ‘real deal’.
Two more weeks to put endurance to the test.
Two more weeks to making a difference in the lives of the underprivileged Cambodians. ๐Ÿ™‚

 

 

Update: got back from camping out in the wilderness for 3 days and 2 nights without proper amenities, ie. no shower, no toilets, outdoor cooking, sleeping in tents, mosquito attacks – the whole package.ย Not that I am complaining, but it was quite an interesting 3 days spent at the Nomad Earth Camp in Gopeng, Perak.

 

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Our campsite, gobsmacked in the middle of nowhere.

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Planning the menu and ingredients shopping for 70 people – all under 45 minutes.

 

The highlight of the camp is trekking to Bukit Batu Putih the next morning. It was a relatively easy hike with a rewarding view overlooking the Kinta district.

 

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You know what they say about how every cloud has a silver lining? Well, the sunset on our last night was our very mesmerising silver lining.

 

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THIS SILHOUETTE SHOT โค

 

Side note: with every camp comes a new, different injury that gives a whole new experience. [Got hammered on the finger, the skin broke and blood gushed out. The recovery process is going to hurt real bad – but thank goodness no stitches required!]

 

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The last 2.5 weeks has been truly life changing.

 

The people that I meet,
the lessons that I learnt,
the conversations that I had,
the experiences that I went through;
they superseded beyond my expectations.
Honestly, I am excited for what’s to come.

 

More updates to come!

Day 1 – Dorm Life Begins

 

I have been longing to leave home again.
Not permanently, and not for long.
But long enough to get some space,
to gain some new experiences,
and to broaden my horizons.

 

In the last two years,
I learnt that I have far too much to leave behind.
I realised that sometimes
foregoing dreams is the only option.

 

Not this time.
Not when I fought harder.
Not when I set new goals.

 

 

 

All set for a brand new experience and an adventure of a lifetime! ๐Ÿ™‚

 

It’s been a while.

 

I have left the habit of writing behind for a while, mainly because I am so caught up with so many things at once that I’d spend my free time being idle on bed. (Life of a bum, yes.)

 

BUT HELLO I AM BACK… for a while!

 

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Evidently being a bum.

 

In the last 6 months I have more time to read a book whenever I can squeeze in some time for, to interact listen and pay more attention to people and their stories, to keep up with my fitness goals this year, and ultimately, to put more thoughts into perspective.

 

There is so much of thoughts to put into words, but I suppose this hiatus is not a bad thing; human-to-human interaction still triumphs, and there is so much more to life than to be stuck behind a screen. ๐Ÿ™‚

 

Also, it may also be the case that I am moving on from resorting to writing as therapy. Someone pointed out that he wanted to stop writing to stop looking at his life like a narrative. And then it hit me: my life for the past year mainly consists of a narration. A narration about how I am dealing with emotions, struggles, and the could-have-beens that I have stopped looking at my life as…ย life. Every now and then I have to tell myself to live in the moment and to stop allowing the past to interfere.

 

Currently, I am in the midst of doing last minute preparations for exams and preparing for my first 10km race (both falls on the same weekend/week, BACK TO BACK. OMG ASDFGHJKL WHY DID I DO THIS TO MYSELF SMH) while making plans and applications for my next big step post-exams / to seek a great perhaps.

 

I don’t think that I will stop writing just yet – perhaps after a few more posts, then I will take a break and hopefully come back with something different.

 

After all, we are a masterpiece and a work in progress simultaneously.

 

Live, and let live.

 

 

 

 

Detached

 
I have done more talking and listening than writing in the last 8 weeks.

 

It’s neither good nor bad, but I wished that I wrote more.
Because writing helps me more than I expected.

 

Perhaps that is the reason why there are almost 10 draft posts, all of which are barely half a page long.

 

I guess I have lost touch when I lost my muse.

 
 

 
[Totally irrelevant but… OH MY GOODNESS IT IS SNOWING ON MY BLOG HEHEHEHEHEHEHE HOW CUTE]

 

Faith, restored

 

I know that I shouldn’t be typing away on my keyboard (OH how I’ve missed my MacBook), but this warrants a quick post:

 

So who says chivalry is dead?

 

 

P.S. TWO MORE PAPERS TO GO, FOUR MORE DAYS TO (temporary) FREEDOM!

P.P.S. Oh, and as for the stud muffin on my WhatsApp wallpaper… well, go figure! ๐Ÿ˜‰