Silver Lining

It’s the end of yet another milestone, and it’s just 15 weeks away from the much coveted, much awaited day. It has come to this juncture when I’m beyond words. I don’t know what to say. The whole experience has just been something rather surreal yet we have simply past it through, just like that.

Sometimes, I feel as if I’m just following through motion. I try to make all these worthwhile, but I see no utility in doing so. We are on the constant lookout for silver linings and incentives and much treasured opportunities to break away from the cycle. From expectations. From duty. From something that doesn’t matter after all these time.

No matter the case, no matter the emotions involved, that day will come. And when it comes, I just hope to look back and tell myself  a significant chunk the past 22 months were lived to be fulfilling, and not blindly looking forward to that one day. That fateful day where we all turn back to the past and tell ourselves, our time is over.

However fast it comes, two things. If we love it, cherish it, make the fullest out of it, learn as much in it as possible. If we hate it, do the same. For a day lived is still a day lived. Every day survived is a day closer to whichever we’re looking forward, but the bottomline is that it would be best lived, not survived.

Our Future

Today I was at CGH sending four trainees to A&E (yes four, an IMOS record probably).

The big deal here was that there were a few children running around the lobby at their fullest speed seemingly in a chasing marathon, screaming their lungs off at sharp, 80dB voices. It was a total externality, one in which I was really tempted to stop. I procrastinated for a while and didn’t do it after all.

I regret for failing to correct what we call by word and by text our already distorted future.

Business.

I’ve been rather busy recently with quite a number of things such as 2/12 Enlistment, ever-piling logistics work and the obsession over my new economics blog at http://theaveragedollar.wordpress.com. Some I’m rather passionate over it, while others seem very much to be a chore. Hence I became lacking in helping others. And I’ve been too tired to bother. I’m giving up very much on sleep, and let’s hope it’s all worth it.

I’ve been so busy that I’ve put other larger plans, such as finishing the Thailand chronicle, regular blogging and a larger writing project on hold. Looks like I’ve too much to do, too little time, and I’ll have a lot of writing to do in the future. I hope it’ll be a way of life that I’ll enjoy

I think I’ll most probably be on hiatus until 22 June so that I can focus properly. Oh well, we all have only 24 hours a day and daily decreasing energy due to age.

Here we go again

Come 8 June, it’ll all begin again. One new batch, one new beginning, one new task, all for the last time. Six more months of doing something perceivably unenjoyable.

But as far as I want to enjoy it, I have this feeling it’s going to be rather bad. After all, “Human behaviour is highly selective subject to human-bound environment.” It is the people around me who make the experience worthwhile.

I think I need to be more open-minded and take things in stride. Look at them from another perspective. Be less worked up. Be less sensitive. Simply, be happy.

Exactly seven days from now. It’ll all begin again.