Lock the gates

Expectations are the root of all evil.
Lock the gates; lock out the expectations; no more tears.

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Sometimes, I feel really tired and I start to question myself…what am I doing this for?

For money?

But I’m not after a high end lifestyle, and I don’t think I’m particularly high maintenance.

For fame?

I don’t particularly want to be famous, I really just want to do a good job, to contribute meaningfully to the business, to the brand.

To personal satisfaction?

Perhaps. I take pride in what I do; and constantly want to be better, if not the best. Every piece of work should involve best effort in fulfilling the needs of business and balancing various demands of stakeholders.

But sometimes, this can be a difficult and frustrating act to juggle, especially if both are not aligned.

Today is just one of those days when I’m not sure why am I doing this anymore, why am I trying to make sense out of some seemingly impossible asks, questioning if I should just give it all up.

But walking away feels like defeat, like I’ve lost to the challenge…something that I cannot accept.

Not ready to throw in the towel, but trying to overcome it seems to be testing my limits.

😦

A long way

6 years ago, I took a leap of faith and got into a relationship. 

5 years on, it took alot of courage to step out of that.

Now, one year on, I’m trying not to be afraid, to tell myself to enjoy and cherish each experience, each moment as they happen, whether fleeting, short-lived or lanced with future possibilities. 

Savour the moment, cherish the memories. 

#QOTD

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of arsenal and liverpool (part 2)

yay… arsenal won!!! 2-1!!!!

take that, you liverpool people. muahahahahhaha *evil laughter*

anyway, i’m feeling pretty lighthearted right now. just came back from a ktv thing with my ex-co where i think i spent more time drinking and playing five ten than singing.

i didn’t go there to drink anyway. i went there to accompany a ex-co (also a friend). he just broke up with his gf…poor boy. i think this period is really hard to get over…and he really needs people to keep him company right now.

i can still remember that i was in his state not too long ago…although circumstances were not quite the same.. but what we felt were mayhap a little similar..

what he needs now..is not someone to tell him what to do….

he needs someone to listen to him….although he might be saying the same things over and over again. he needs someone to be around him. to talk crap..to drink..to smoke.. to just waste time together. to keep him from being alone.

being a friend, i will definitely do all i can.. to the best i can to help him through this period… cos once it’s over.. he will be able to stand on his own again!

gogogo… i’ll pray for you my friend! and i will try to see you through to the end… because i was blessed with friends who kept me company when i was at the same phrase..

lps..uncle wong…gracey…vanna…nad…

thank you.

and now it’s my turn to pass this blessing on.

i might not have the correct things to say….i might not be the wisest around.

but i know my ear’s always ready..and my tissues are on hand. i will stretch out my hand to grab you….if you allow me to.

be strong my friend! we can get through this together!

of arsenal and liverpool

tonight’s the match….and i just realised that my cable doesn’t have the fucking sports channel!!!! bloody hell!!

well, it’s half time now..and the gunners are leading by 1. yay!

and who doesn’t use the fuck word nowadays. bloody hell.

fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck.

so there.