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Ice green tea soy lattes

I think the drink will forever be associated with studying for my CPA.

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I’ve never been this certain about anything before.

And when I’m sure, I’m sure.

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This came in the mail today, all the way from Perth. From a friend I haven’t spoken to since Jan 2009. 

Sometimes, we really just don’t know that the little things we do have such big impacts, and even for the many years that follows after.

This came in the mail today, all the way from Perth. From a friend I haven’t spoken to since Jan 2009.

Sometimes, we really just don’t know that the little things we do have such big impacts, and even for the many years that follows after.

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Who knew my podcasts were taking up 55GB in my mac?!

So I deleted them all. Yay!

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It’s funny how my clients, colleagues and bosses believe in me more than my F&F.

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Had the longest meeting today. I didn’t even know I had a meeting at 3pm till 2:59pm when the person told me. Oh wells. 

Really nervous about this new engagement. Although it’s a Dec year end, we’re doing most of the work in Sep/Oct. So it’s kinda like doing a Sep year end, which every auditor dreads cause it means a peak in Sep and Oct as well. 

I guess it’s stressing me out cause of my exam in end Oct. I mean, my team and bosses have been really good to work around that… but still! 

Oh and also, I’m super new to it. Out of a team of… 50? I think only a handful of us are new. Ahhh. I’m definitely much better with the familiar.

Tight deadlines = late nights. So… here’s to late nights again! Hopefully nothing past 11:59pm and no weekends! I refuse!!!!

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The way of the artisan is a life in which we risk all for love. The artisan embraces the dangers that come from living an authentic life and still chooses to live unguarded from the pain of the wounds of love. 

Artists love without reservation. They give their hearts completely and leave nothing on the table. They are naked and unashamed. They leave no room for pretension. And because they have given all of themselves, they live without regret. 

But not without struggle. This path is not an escape from life’s wounds and disappointment. To live from our souls is to pursue our greatest passions and expose ourselves to our greatest pain. We cannot live to create and be surprised that we have travelled through failure. We cannot live a life of passion and not know sorrow. To pursue a dream is to invite a nightmare! To live a life of love is to know betrayal and loss. The soul is both fragile and resilient. The artisan soul embraces the essential nature of both vulnerability and efficacy. All creativity emerges from struggle. All art is borne out of the pain of labour. The artisan soul must be both tender and tough. 


This is not a light read, at all

The way of the artisan is a life in which we risk all for love. The artisan embraces the dangers that come from living an authentic life and still chooses to live unguarded from the pain of the wounds of love.

Artists love without reservation. They give their hearts completely and leave nothing on the table. They are naked and unashamed. They leave no room for pretension. And because they have given all of themselves, they live without regret.

But not without struggle. This path is not an escape from life’s wounds and disappointment. To live from our souls is to pursue our greatest passions and expose ourselves to our greatest pain. We cannot live to create and be surprised that we have travelled through failure. We cannot live a life of passion and not know sorrow. To pursue a dream is to invite a nightmare! To live a life of love is to know betrayal and loss. The soul is both fragile and resilient. The artisan soul embraces the essential nature of both vulnerability and efficacy. All creativity emerges from struggle. All art is borne out of the pain of labour. The artisan soul must be both tender and tough.


This is not a light read, at all

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"From here on out, I’m only interested in what is real. Real people, real feelings, that’s it, that’s all I’m interested in."

— Russell Hammond (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

(Source: shotgun-eyes, via d-efinitionoflove)

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I definitely woke up on the wrong side of the bed.

This is not my day.

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Today was a strangely funny day. 

Received a weird text last night. My first thought was… am I dreaming?

But anyway, to cut the whole story short, I was asked to comfort a girl and I did… for 15 minutes this morning in the office. And I had never met her prior to today. Chances of us speaking again is probably… 0.01%.

So this morning was pretty interesting to say the least.

But right now, I just agreed to do a crappy engagement. Not quite sure when seniors started having such great bargaining power to the extent of the manager asking me if I am agreeable to it. But anyway, I might die in Oct and that’s when my exam is. God, help me.

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Drowning

You can’t get out and nobody can save you.

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stuckwithinadream:

"Like I said, disappearances happen. Pains go phantom. Blood stops running and people, people fade away. There’s more I have to say, so much more, but… I disappeared."

stuckwithinadream:

"Like I said, disappearances happen. Pains go phantom. Blood stops running and people, people fade away. There’s more I have to say, so much more, but… I disappeared."

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(Source: se-ren-d-ipi-ty)

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One more paper and that’s it!

One more paper and that’s it!

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I don’t know why I’m so drawn to this.

I don’t know why I’m so drawn to this.

(Source: scatterheartz)