Setiap catitan berakhir dengan sebuah nokhtah

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I left my heart in San Francisco

I have in an ironic dilemma.

The irony is, while I think the accounting line is undeniably the most soulless, unforgivingly unappreciated, back office profession there is, I find myself constantly looking for ways to improve my knowledge of the industry, like pursuing ACCA and mulling the idea of venturing into a MBA or even CFA in the near future.

Hence the dilemma. Should I even bother to get a MBA or a CFA certificate? I mean, they do not come cheap. The crappiest MBA costs around RM 20,000 while CFA costs a total of USD 10,000. I always tell people that at the moment, I just don't see myself climbing so high the corporate ladder in the next 20, 30 years. I always see myself retiring as a teacher/lecturer. In which case a MBA/CFA would be a waste. But I do believe that a teacher/lecturer should be knowledgable in areas beyond the subjects that he teaches. Which a MBA/CFA and the working experience that it would offer, would prove to be invaluable.

Some people told me that I should only think about it when I cross the bridge, ie. after completing my ACCA. But I just don't like not knowing what to do next. All my life, everything has been laid out for me. Lulus tadika, masuk sekolah rendah, masuk sekolah menengah, masuk universiti, kerja, kahwin, pencen, mati. But the first 4 phases have a finite timeline. They're like Rancangan Malaysia 5 year plans. While the following three phases has no finite timeline due to the possibility of the final phase coming in between the three.

Tengok, kepala lain, ekor lain.

I really need to take a break, and reassess my plans.

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I am not your usual reality-TV-talent-show fan. Yes, I do admit being an avid follower of Star Academy 4 (the equivalent of Akademi Fantasia) during the first year I was France, but that was completely for blending in and cultural adaptation purposes. I do watch American Idol sometimes, Malaysian Idol and One in a Million once upon a time. But I firmly believe that people in Akademi Fantasia should just shut their mouth and let others live a tranquil Saturday evening.

But.

I have recently watched America's Got Talent, and I am now a fan of Terry Fator. Like totally. Seriously if the show was running in Malaysia, I would certainly take my phone and vote for him. How can you not vote for this guy?

Kuch kuch hota hai, tapi kau saja yang tak tau

I'd sing this song to you the last time we spoke to each other, but I think the idea of putting on a bared-belly-button sari would turn you off.

Oh my god let love not

trouble anyone like this

the talk of the heart remains in the heart

let it not come on the lips

let it not come

May you not remember me

what should is there left to say now

May you not remember me

what should is there left to say now

My heart cried and my eyes are filled

my heart cried and my eyes are filled

what should is there left to say now

Tujhe Yaad Na Meri Aayee - Kuch Kuch Hota Hai

Tomorrow's Friday. Looking forward to finish up the Lost Symbol this weekend. Verdict so far: It's like eating a whole Pizza on your own. You know you can't eat another slice, but you just have got to finish it.

I went to the doctor today.

Apparently the symptoms that I've had since I could remember pointed out that I have a chronic disease.

Seeing a specialist this Thursday.

If the need to send me a fruit basket arises in the near future; I like mangoes.

Taking chances

The unwritten family rule:

Kalau nak cari rumah, cari orang rumah dulu.

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Really. Some people suggested that maybe I should try dating or matchmaking sites. I don't see the harm of trying (who am I kidding?), it's just that those sites, more often than not, require you to tell a bit about yourself. I am a bit modest when it comes to describing myself. If I were to write a profile, it would look something like:

Mid 20's professional gentleman, 6'2" tanned athletic build, smart, interesting, witty and good listener with killer smile looking for a 20's professional lady for life partner. Ready for commitment.

By 6'2", I mean my waistline. As for athletic build, think Japan. Tanned is a euphemism.

Any takers?

Hello Rebecca

This is my first blog entry with Rebecca. Yes, I have a new sidekick after Dolly and Henry. I know that the only reason that I got Rebecca is to fill a void due to a not-so-happy memory that I had a few weeks ago, but I have never one second regretted getting her.

Contrary to what you may think, I do not name every single thing I own. And I certainly do not name any body parts. We'll leave it at that.

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Work has not been kind to me lately. Having a job with routine tasks and fixed deadlines makes some people think that most of the time I do not have any work to do. Hence they always dump me with the ad hoc jobs and jobs that people normally would categorise under the "lain-lain" pile.

The thing is, when eeevvveeerrryyyooonnneee else is busy, while I am having a normal work pace, I am expected to lend a hand. But when I am eexxttrreemmeellyy busy meeting my deadline while everyone else can afford to linger around and chat, surprisingly no one is required to lend me a hand. The excuse? My job is so specialised that people who do not do it just do not know how to do it.

Sometimes I feel like doing something else for a living. Perhaps teaching. I can already imagine my first lecture. Walk in briskly, set my briefcase on the table, turn and face the student and announce "This is Accounting 101. Welcome to the biggest mistake of your life".

There's this intern in my office, which by the way has been the raw material of our intra-office jokes (not his fault though, it's just that the girls - and "mak ciks" - are drooling over him haha), who is from a non-accounting back ground. Surprisingly everyone (yours truly included) has been trying to talk him out of his plan to continue his studies in accounting. Talk about pride in one's job huh?

At least he has something that none of us in the department has. He can always use his other degree as a back door exit should accounting does not work out with him. As for the rest of us, we are all stuck in this demoralising-uninteresting-vicious-infernal profession.

Did I mentioned I have an accounting class this Saturday AND Sunday?

Growing up with grace.

I am 23.

I hope I'm not getting senile. You know, like forgetting new things yet remembering the tiniest detail from a distant past.

I keep forgetting my workstation password, but I do remember Kakak wearing me kain lampin on one afternoon and Mak wearing me Pampers in front of the TV before going to bed.

A birthday is not really a celebration of how long you have lived, is it? It really is a reminder of how much longer for you to live.

How much time do I have left?

I am 23. I may look like a grown up, but I still have a lot of growing up to do.