Sooner or Later

sooner or later, why the word 'or' be in the middle? its a matter of choice that weather it is now or future.

My mind keeps helplessly working on more new plans for this year almost around the clock...till up to a point the urge to abandon my studies and all the things I sort of enjoy now becomes stronger - strike in full force- and stands in the way.

Redirect, reshape and rethink.

I'll be off to Japan in the mid of this year for a number of reasons as for this time around I shall not make all chances available for my self-betterment be in total vain.

Looking back the korea trip, I had brought nothing along home but memories. No, this is an once-in-the-lifetime experience.

Sooner or later you all will know it.

Random Chirp

This is the first entry ever done from my cubicle, yes...I have recently been hired as in the meantime of waiting to get back into college this year.

While sat alone in office I came across things that I had taken for granted so long. Achievements are what we would probably brag about...but I have none.

Even if time was a turtle sooner or later it would reach its final destination, or in the simplest way to put it, procrastination is the issue.

Kill two birds with a stone, would it be possible? while you have something at the back of your mind and in order to get it accomplished obviously something got to be done but procrastination gets in the way that you must overcome along the way. It is hard. 

Time is taking on me. All I need is nothing but a little courage to pursue my dream. If I were to fail, I would fail in dignity.

Happy is another invention of human, so we are to determine what will be the conditions of things to be happy.

Allow me to make one....

Drowning

More often than not we stand on the edge of lake of the pasts...and I always remind myself of never getting slipped and drowned in it...

Hard as it may seem but this is the reality we are so attached to...

Whenever we revisit the pasts with errors we have made in life, never did it fail to crave smile on our face or break us down to a point.

Truly as the saying goes, pasts are the best teacher of one's life, and it stays on permanently.

The deeper I delve into the bottom of the pasts the more I learn of how we have changed throughout the journey from beggining to where we are today.

I am still looking...

Book

Much as I hate to admit, my forays into politic are brimming over. In the recent ocassions in which had brougtht me to realise the importance of having whether be it direct or indirect involvement in it.

Many would say politic plays that of significant play of unrest within the confinement of this protracted preserved plural society but I take a different route on this.

Only if the politicians view from it my standpoint would they never want to fan the flame of anguish which eventually diminish respect and hurl us down to hatred.

I sense that tide of awkwardness whenever I am being asked of my racial background and some would flinch abruptly only to find I am malay.

From physical parts it will not strongly support this as the chinese traits from head to toe attach so visibly to my physique. This could have been contributed largely from my father side who is fathered to a Hainan Chinese.

A doctor in the house by the former premier Tun Mahathir elobarates distinctive details of the malay in whole. Racist as those of rival sides would pin on him to the extent of his former collegues but the truth is intact.

The pains he endured during the early days of life were much of help in rebranding the faith in me.

The book was not really of chorinicling his venture into politic but tended to be about the childhood life he had and then turned him to be what he is today.

I admire his boldness in being upfront about everything.Though he is now no longer at the helm, but continues overseeing all administration aspects of his country and obviously no one would appreciate it.

Don't judge a book by its cover, I hold firmly onto this as much the same goes to 'don't judge one neither by the words nor kindness'. For it is too soon to tell with hundreds more pages left unflipped. This will be enough for now.

This takes me back to those early days of my year in university, where I had a mixture classroom of all ethnics. From the beginning of the first term till the last day I would stick to this group of fives. The bonding that soon bound us, it seemingly stays all the way. We would go to library, study, eat and did those unthoughtful things the freshie would together.

Strong emotion comes over everytime this moment flashes back, atack of sadness in the chest will always keep it alive.