Thursday, 28 November 2019
It's 2019
It's 2019 and I forgot I have a blog. God bless Google because you didn't go bust like friendster did along with 20 blog posts from my teens.
I no longer hate my job but I definitely am very surprised at whom I used to be versus Who I am now. Definitely have lost abit of zest for life along the way, but who doesn't after a decade of corporate corporate work.
But the same things I thought were relevant from year 2007, about holding back and not giving your all. I am still the same, never going all out but have much to give the world actually.
Malaysia has changed so much, in 2018,we literally changed government for the first time in history since 1957. Campaigning and networking in Anak Bangsa Malaysia Selatan in Singapore proved to have paid off. Along the way I have volunteered myself over two elections to watch the vote counting process.
I'm still an auditor at heart but recently am seriously knee deep into financial crime compliance. I am adamant to believe that I'm helping the world become a safer and better place for us all whenever I work on an AML project.
Signing off for the night.
Love.
Saturday, 22 January 2011
Fret Not, Complain Less....
At times like these, I wont surprise myself if I talk and fret and complain about work, work and work... I feel like I have the tendency to do so, but truth is... it's a form of self idolatory or putting onself on a 'higher' plane.
I figured by telling everyone around me how long and how hard I work is actually a form of self-centredness which isn't healthy for me or the people around me.
So, I complain not, and pray to continue to hold on to HIS promises.
It's comforting to sit and talk about how shitty your job is but there was once a choice was made and I made that choice.
Can I still be idealistic that 'change' is possible in a place and time like this? I guess not, but I know God is telling me that he is indeed placing me in where I am for his purpose, and he knows he has surely equipped me to the best of his abilities for me to not just survive in this ordeal but to thrive.
I'm not my own person, I'm his child, of the God most high...
So let's be victorious shall we?
I figured by telling everyone around me how long and how hard I work is actually a form of self-centredness which isn't healthy for me or the people around me.
So, I complain not, and pray to continue to hold on to HIS promises.
It's comforting to sit and talk about how shitty your job is but there was once a choice was made and I made that choice.
Can I still be idealistic that 'change' is possible in a place and time like this? I guess not, but I know God is telling me that he is indeed placing me in where I am for his purpose, and he knows he has surely equipped me to the best of his abilities for me to not just survive in this ordeal but to thrive.
I'm not my own person, I'm his child, of the God most high...
So let's be victorious shall we?
Friday, 17 September 2010
Wednesday, 4 August 2010
By faith and not by sight...yet he shows me, by sight
Today will be one of those days where I'll remember exactly what I ate for dinner, what I wore, the conversations I had for many years to come, maybe even an entire lifetime. Not because of the people I met or talked to or the "delicious" food I had for dinner but because of the ONE person who did it all..
Our batch mates were having dinner in a classy suburban mall not too far off from our workplace. It's training week, and a little get together with good food and good company always sets you off to feel that you really do like your job, well at least at the very moment the crispy bacon chip dipped in rich caesar dressing fills the cavities of your mouth coupled with the agreeable feeling to the topics and flows of conversations on a very long dinner table.
I strolled towards the parking lot with two of the most entertaining and interesting girls you'll meet at a workplace like mine. We queued, mind not focused on the task at hand (which was to pay the parking fee) while chattering away on nonsensical jargon, stirring up a good laugh. What could go wrong on such a pleasant evening?
As I was leaving the basement carpark, my hands reached over the gearshift to fish around my bag on the passenger seat for my BB (a gift fr the sister) but, alas, the palm of my hand was not able to recognise the grippy, rubbery texture of my BB's cover. Alarmed and afraid, I pulled over and searched, this time, frantically...
When I realised that my BB was definitely not in the car with me, my heart sank, and my mind went "shit, that's it..." But the spirit-man inside of me wouldn't allow the utterance of that aloud, instead my mouth moved as if having a life of its own, professing over and over again, in Jesus' name, in Jesus' name, Lord, I'll find my phone. Then I uttered right after, "Thank you Jesus!" which, thinking back, I feel, was strange....I have yet to find my phone!! yet alone stood a high chance in recovering it given the circumstance.
Determined, I got out off my already stationary vehicle and marched towards the mall's lobby. I noticed a security on a buggy on my way there. Strangely, he flashed me a queer smirk sort of smile (I thought he was just doing his 'guy' thing as is with most foreign working class men do to most local women of a certain ethnic race). I was too busy thinking about and feeling exasperated from the loss of my phone to respond.
I reached the lobby and immediately spotted a security behind a cashier sort of desk. I pleaded (sort of) with him and managed to get a hold of his mobile.
As the dialtone rang, a man came right up to me. I looked and realised he was the security on the buggy.
Only in my wildest dreams would I expect that a BB would appear in the palm of his hands as he fished inside his side pocket... or maybe I dared not expect, only to have my hopes falter and shatter to pieces soon after...but you know what? God is an awesome God and definitely a God of miracles. My miracle happened right before my eyes today, eyes that only knew how to see then, believe...
I guess my daddy God knows my ways, no matter how many times he reminds me over and over in his book and in the music on my ipod to 'walk by faith and not by sight'... he still does it this way, by sight...
I have faith, I'll always have faith and what I write here will remind me of that faith to keep on having faith.
The man on the buggy whose name is Sam is from Nepal. I'm sure he will be greatly blessed because God is a faithful God.
Thank you Jesus... Hallelujah, Praise Him!
Our batch mates were having dinner in a classy suburban mall not too far off from our workplace. It's training week, and a little get together with good food and good company always sets you off to feel that you really do like your job, well at least at the very moment the crispy bacon chip dipped in rich caesar dressing fills the cavities of your mouth coupled with the agreeable feeling to the topics and flows of conversations on a very long dinner table.
I strolled towards the parking lot with two of the most entertaining and interesting girls you'll meet at a workplace like mine. We queued, mind not focused on the task at hand (which was to pay the parking fee) while chattering away on nonsensical jargon, stirring up a good laugh. What could go wrong on such a pleasant evening?
As I was leaving the basement carpark, my hands reached over the gearshift to fish around my bag on the passenger seat for my BB (a gift fr the sister) but, alas, the palm of my hand was not able to recognise the grippy, rubbery texture of my BB's cover. Alarmed and afraid, I pulled over and searched, this time, frantically...
When I realised that my BB was definitely not in the car with me, my heart sank, and my mind went "shit, that's it..." But the spirit-man inside of me wouldn't allow the utterance of that aloud, instead my mouth moved as if having a life of its own, professing over and over again, in Jesus' name, in Jesus' name, Lord, I'll find my phone. Then I uttered right after, "Thank you Jesus!" which, thinking back, I feel, was strange....I have yet to find my phone!! yet alone stood a high chance in recovering it given the circumstance.
Determined, I got out off my already stationary vehicle and marched towards the mall's lobby. I noticed a security on a buggy on my way there. Strangely, he flashed me a queer smirk sort of smile (I thought he was just doing his 'guy' thing as is with most foreign working class men do to most local women of a certain ethnic race). I was too busy thinking about and feeling exasperated from the loss of my phone to respond.
I reached the lobby and immediately spotted a security behind a cashier sort of desk. I pleaded (sort of) with him and managed to get a hold of his mobile.
As the dialtone rang, a man came right up to me. I looked and realised he was the security on the buggy.
Only in my wildest dreams would I expect that a BB would appear in the palm of his hands as he fished inside his side pocket... or maybe I dared not expect, only to have my hopes falter and shatter to pieces soon after...but you know what? God is an awesome God and definitely a God of miracles. My miracle happened right before my eyes today, eyes that only knew how to see then, believe...
I guess my daddy God knows my ways, no matter how many times he reminds me over and over in his book and in the music on my ipod to 'walk by faith and not by sight'... he still does it this way, by sight...
I have faith, I'll always have faith and what I write here will remind me of that faith to keep on having faith.
The man on the buggy whose name is Sam is from Nepal. I'm sure he will be greatly blessed because God is a faithful God.
Thank you Jesus... Hallelujah, Praise Him!
Wednesday, 24 March 2010
After 6 months of work...
It's hard to imagine that I'm no longer a kid going to Uni on mummy's dollars. Everything happened so fast that before you realise it, life just passes you by, just like that...
I shocked myself today when I decided to pay a visit to my blog to realise the last time I chaptered anything about my life was 6 months ago! Then I realised....that was exactly when I left the student life for the 'so-called' grown-up routine of work...
And who would know that I would end up in this line...of all the professions in the world.
I realised one thing I hate most about this job, I find it hard to say goodbye to an office each time I enter and leave it about 2 months later. It somehow feels like I'm changing jobs every 2 months.
The people you interact with on a daily basis, people whom you've grown accustomed to, warmed up to, ate with, laughed with, even people who aren't employees of the firm that employs you. You miss them somewhat, everytime you leave and move on to a new place, you think of them....sometimes....and wonder, will I ever see this same face again ever in my entire life?
So I've decided to develop a new habit, I'm going to snap a picture of every office I've been in and post it on this blog, no names, no descriptions, no location, no address, just a picture, to remind myself of a particular moment/place/phase in this life and profession I'm in...
To keep track of the countless people that have came and went as I weave in and out of their offices, month after month...
Here's my 3rd office, but 1st picture:
I shocked myself today when I decided to pay a visit to my blog to realise the last time I chaptered anything about my life was 6 months ago! Then I realised....that was exactly when I left the student life for the 'so-called' grown-up routine of work...
And who would know that I would end up in this line...of all the professions in the world.
I realised one thing I hate most about this job, I find it hard to say goodbye to an office each time I enter and leave it about 2 months later. It somehow feels like I'm changing jobs every 2 months.
The people you interact with on a daily basis, people whom you've grown accustomed to, warmed up to, ate with, laughed with, even people who aren't employees of the firm that employs you. You miss them somewhat, everytime you leave and move on to a new place, you think of them....sometimes....and wonder, will I ever see this same face again ever in my entire life?
So I've decided to develop a new habit, I'm going to snap a picture of every office I've been in and post it on this blog, no names, no descriptions, no location, no address, just a picture, to remind myself of a particular moment/place/phase in this life and profession I'm in...
To keep track of the countless people that have came and went as I weave in and out of their offices, month after month...
Here's my 3rd office, but 1st picture:
Saturday, 31 October 2009
AviAddXSub: Adding SRT files into an AVI (no compression)
I figured it out!
Amazing programme, AviAddXSub.
If you're one of those people who just got yourself a DIVX player or a PS3 you'll wanna know how in the world you can watch your divx movies with subtitles, without burning up your computer compressing all your videos via hard-subbing.
AviAddXSub adds a soft sub stream (links them) to your avi file.
You don't distort you video file. It took me an average of 1 minute to add the srt stream in.
If you're running on a 16:10 ratio you might wanna do this:
Love it!
Now I can watch my k-dramas in peace.....
Amazing programme, AviAddXSub.
If you're one of those people who just got yourself a DIVX player or a PS3 you'll wanna know how in the world you can watch your divx movies with subtitles, without burning up your computer compressing all your videos via hard-subbing.
AviAddXSub adds a soft sub stream (links them) to your avi file.
You don't distort you video file. It took me an average of 1 minute to add the srt stream in.
If you're running on a 16:10 ratio you might wanna do this:
Love it!Now I can watch my k-dramas in peace.....
Monday, 19 October 2009
We've All Grown Up
Finally, we've all grown-up with the Twins turning 21 ystd.
Ah, Mum would be so proud you'll think, seeing all four of us pass into adulthood for real. Uncle Kay Ming said something that struck a chord with me the other day. I always thought, well, life hasn't been so tough really, without dad being around and all. I've or we've (Pegs and I) always seen mum as childlike, non-dependable, etc etc. But, if you'll ask me now, I think she's amazing. It's no shit to be a house-mum one minute and be responsible for 4 school going kids overnight. I think we turned out pretty good, all 4 of us, and I've been feeling pretty grateful for mum to be well, just like mum.
Yea, we had those "Mum, why the hell do you not...." moments. Or "Mum!! seriously, you need to be more decisive and stern" But heys, I realised to be on the sideline screaming and shouting and being critical is so way easier than being thrown into the situation in itself. I believe, God is just so good and faithful in his way of making things work for our family.
It is strange to talk about all these now, in fact I think this is the 1st time I'm actually talking about this so openly but with the unfolding of certain recent events, somehow my thoughts
came to this. Gugu's hubbie lies unconscious in the hospital, and it's so de-javu to see all these unfold before me. I see myself as my cousins so many years ago, waiting outside the ICU, not comprehending fully the situation at hand and what awaits. I pray and pray uncle will get up soon and walk like a normal person would, talk and laugh and eat and cry. It's just not right for anyone to not have this with their dad. I pray they could for a long time more.
Strange, lately, I'm growing fonder of the twins, wonder why? It's amazing to see Edwin Loo tell mum on Facebook (public declaration) that he misses her. I'm amazed, touched and at the same time at awe... It's one of those cliche super touching moments where the viewers weep. I feel like that too.
Ah, Mum would be so proud you'll think, seeing all four of us pass into adulthood for real. Uncle Kay Ming said something that struck a chord with me the other day. I always thought, well, life hasn't been so tough really, without dad being around and all. I've or we've (Pegs and I) always seen mum as childlike, non-dependable, etc etc. But, if you'll ask me now, I think she's amazing. It's no shit to be a house-mum one minute and be responsible for 4 school going kids overnight. I think we turned out pretty good, all 4 of us, and I've been feeling pretty grateful for mum to be well, just like mum.
Yea, we had those "Mum, why the hell do you not...." moments. Or "Mum!! seriously, you need to be more decisive and stern" But heys, I realised to be on the sideline screaming and shouting and being critical is so way easier than being thrown into the situation in itself. I believe, God is just so good and faithful in his way of making things work for our family.
It is strange to talk about all these now, in fact I think this is the 1st time I'm actually talking about this so openly but with the unfolding of certain recent events, somehow my thoughts
came to this. Gugu's hubbie lies unconscious in the hospital, and it's so de-javu to see all these unfold before me. I see myself as my cousins so many years ago, waiting outside the ICU, not comprehending fully the situation at hand and what awaits. I pray and pray uncle will get up soon and walk like a normal person would, talk and laugh and eat and cry. It's just not right for anyone to not have this with their dad. I pray they could for a long time more.
Strange, lately, I'm growing fonder of the twins, wonder why? It's amazing to see Edwin Loo tell mum on Facebook (public declaration) that he misses her. I'm amazed, touched and at the same time at awe... It's one of those cliche super touching moments where the viewers weep. I feel like that too.
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