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Yes, it is way more than what it says on the surface. In fact, it is nothing near that for me. 

Whenever I come across articles or overhear conversations about how the millennials seek for more work life balance, my insides cringe. Doesn't this imply that younger generations simply want more freedom, that we want to play as hard as we work, that we can't handle too much workload?

For me, not any one of those reasons is valid.

It has nothing to do with the different generations, young or old.

As much as I strive my best to contribute to the company, to the society, I don't want to leave myself with regret and guilt. Time, unlike money or water, can't be saved or recycled. With each passing day, I'll never have an answer to "Is today my last day alive?", "Is this week my last week alive?", or even "Is this year my last year alive?" Point is I've absolutely no idea when would be the last day I bid goodbye forever to my family. It could be tomorrow, next week, next month or many years later. God knows. No, it should be no one knows. 

Every morning from the moment I wake up, I'm plagued with making decisions, trivial or major. If I decide to slog my guts out for work and leave so little time for my family, what if today was my last day alive? Would I rejoice that I've worked so hard or would I regret that I could have spent more time with the people I love?

I don't wish for when that day arrives, I find myself harboring the second thought.

Haven't had time to catch up on penning down my personal thoughts on this intimate (and very unknown) space of mine. Reason? None other than work. I've never shun the idea of a 9-6 job like many youngsters around me do, because why, VERY few stable jobs that I know of actually provide the luxury of flexible working timings. So long as my working days are productive and I don't have to worry about earning a meager income and most importantly, I'm walking along the path that I've carved out for myself, the fixed timings don't matter. 

Last weekend, I queued up for the newly opened and HIGHLY raved Pince & Pints for 2.5 hours. What was meant to be a dinner turned out to be supper. My poor soles on that platform shoes that night.. Despite how the food didn't disappoint us, I wouldn't exactly say it was worth that 2.5 hours Q because that is definitely my first and last time of killing my soles for food. But after hearing how my extremely couch potato bro would Q up this long for good food, I started to doubt my initial judgment of how this horrendous Q would be just a temporary craze, like the bubble tea craze. 

I had the chili lobster with fried mantou. Initially, both Redbull & I were overestimating our appetites and underestimating the portions of the food. BUT, we were too full to have our supper which we planned to after this meal. 

His lobster roll with some greens and fries. Though the lobster roll leaves little room for complaints, I felt they could put in more effort for the fries. Even Mac and kfc fries taste better than this. 

My pincer that Redbull peeled off the shell for me.

Have you ever let yourself down? Your own expectations which you didn't meet when you thought you would. I did. Indeed, it feels worse than being let down by someone else because there's no one else to carry the title of 'Blame it on me' aside from yourself. 

Well, on the bright side, Life for me has been kind. It has been close to a month in my first full-time job. Fortunate or lucky, it doesn't make any particular difference as it doesn't change the fact that I've landed myself a rare opportunity. A good opportunity to learn and expose myself to a position that is and will be highly sought after in more industries in the near future. 

Time is the key because it encompasses the various opportunities that we need in different phases of our lives. Why so? One can be capable, one can be born with a highly developed intellect, one can be an expert in a particular field. But what if there isn't an available opportunity at that point of time? There's no room for you to prove yourself. So I'm glad at that tick of the clock, this opportunity arises for me.

To a future filled with memories, cheers.

Friday was my first day of experiencing the life of a working adult. First day of work is usually the induction, get to know your colleagues and superiors, so work hasn't taken a toll on me, yet. Having my own working desk and taking on significant responsibilities for the company sure is a wholesome package for me. But, good things don't come easy and I pray for the strength and faith to get me through and towards my career goal. 

Prove my own worth.

I'd like to decipher the string of events as, a lucky fate. Then again, instead of releasing sighs of relief, I'm wallowing in despair because of a planned getaway that isn't going along with my flow. I'm still constantly checking the budget airlines for the sales, wanting desperately to click the 'Book' button while knowing that I can't commit to a getaway any time soon. Not until I can confirm on a date that is definitely not going to clash with my (new job?). 

See, that's the thing. I'm stucked in an awkward time frame with all the 'unconfirmed'(s). Getting the job is unconfirmed. Commencement of the job is unconfirmed. These unconfirmed factors that cost me my opportunity to confirm a getaway. 

But well, at least it's going with the flow of reality, the flow of adulthood, the flow of my first steady income (unconfirmed). 

I was being politely & inexplicitly turned down for a full-time job when the job description in the ad stated they were looking for a part-time candidate which was exactly why I had sent my resume. 

8 of Feb: my birthday

On Friday night, Redbull & I went to New Udon Thai for their mookata cause he was craving for it and has told me one week ago. Halfway through the fattening yet hard to resist supper, Shell ran towards our table, yelling 'HELLO' followed by the rest casually strolling in. Stunned. Very stunned. Swear my life took on a freeze mode at that point. I was staring at them with a silly smile hanging on my face while trying to piece the puzzle together.

Shell? Thought she was at KL? Eh, why is Freeman here? Wait, wingyin is here too. Janice too. Huh? All came for mookata? Why is Alvin grinning sheepishly as if he accomplished something? Is that something this? This surprise for my birthday? YES IT IS! My mind was processing info 10x slower than usual.

I was really taken aback as long were those days where we always planned birthday surprises for each other so for many years I was definitely not in the state of preparing myself for a surprise. A really successful surprise and I'm really touched for my gfs' presence and all these wouldn't have taken place if not for Shell's meticulous idea. 

A simple wish every single year.

The cake baked by Redbull which was also the first cake he baked for me before we were together.

Not forgetting my favorite DIY card from him.

The whole of Saturday was dedicated to a trip to Adventure Cove.

"Almost there. Almost there!"

Put my waterproof pouch to good use.
To GOOD use, that was what I thought initially.

The last few photos before I realized the real 'good' news.

GOOD NEWS WAS
I forgot to zip the pouch!
So smart I deserve a standing ovation for this.
While I was happily snapping away, my phone was enjoying the taste of Adv Cove's waters...

My birthday meal with him at Miam Miam on Sunday. Though this was at the bottom of my to-visit-list, I'm glad it didn't disappoint despite me feeling angst due to the unavailable souffle au curry that was the only one I wanted to try. 

His main

And mine. Squid ink baked rice. The saltiness isn't too overwhelming and the taste of seafood is relatively pungent. 

Yesterday night I had a fair share of yu sheng and decent seafood at the company's Lunar NY dinner. 

As usual, I was too preoccupied with fooling around with the adorable kids than to give a thought about my image (that is if I even had one) stained by the feminine lacy dress I was wearing. I even crawled and hid under the banquet table with them while we were on an adventurous escape from the black monster they claimed they saw by the pool.

My Jacob. Yes, I'm claiming my stake on this too adorable and charming toddler.




Looks like someone is too hungry for a loud vocal.


"Oh, how can you go around hugging another girl in front of me?!"