Beautifully Imperfect.

I'm officially 5 papers away from completing CPA. Okay, granted it's still another 2.5 years to go... But one down, with a grade I didn't expect is sure to be better than nothing at all, right?

Yay! :)

To top things off, it was Financial Reporting which was such a pain in the ass. Double yay!




Is it just me, or does this woman on my CPA booklet look like a young Sue Sylvester from Glee? Hee.

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You know when you were little, there would be all these seemingly simple, childlike even, questions you had in your mind. And in your teeny voice, you would go, "Mommy, why something something something something one?" (Well, I always asked my mother questions, not my dad, for some reason or other.)

And the simplest question sometimes could seem like a Harvard-worthy or SAT question to your parents. Why is the sky blue? Why does B come after A? How come dogs have four legs? Where do babies come from?

(Okay, so that last one isn't something that can't be answered, more like parents choose not to answer it correctly -_-)

But let me tell you, last weekend, I heard the winner of all winners of questions we can't answer. It was at Vincci, Mid Valley.

Auntie: (two pairs of shoes in her hand) "Miss, can you take size 5 for these, please?"
Salesgirl: (examines shoes) "Sorry Miss, this one no size already."
Auntie: "...WHY?!??"


I walked away, biting my tongue, trying not to laugh.

After years and years of asking, dad asked me last week, "Eh, do you want a fan in your room?" I jumped at the chance.

I now have this pretty silver fast beauty in my room, newly installed by this kind worker who said, "Wah, your fan very nice hor?" I agree.





It kinda puts me at ease, lying in bed and seeing the blades swipe around in this large circular motion. I think I've found a new form of therapeutic companionship.

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My muscles are crying "Mommy" today from the torture I put them through yesterday morning in BodyPump class with Caryn. I think we worked every muscle in the human body including ones I didn't even know I had. Heh.

In true sloth fashion to gain back whatever I burnt off in the morning, and in a way, to celebrate Adam finishing his first two papers, we went to Tony Romas for dinner. :D

I love Tony Romas, but it's so expensive! And of late we've been rather broke so we haven't been in awhile.



My favourite appetiser in the world. I've loved onion rings since dad bought me my first from A&W when I was a kid. But that was before I tried these. Tony Romas onion rings take the cake. /greedy


Rib sampler. Okay, you can't really see the clarity because of the filtering by the Instagram app, but sigh, the iPhone4 camera (no, Adam's new toy, not mine unfortunately) is crazy clear. Compared to my 3GS. I want.



Toy wonderland at Mid Valley! The Christmas deco is pretty stunning. They've really outdone themselves. There were all these huge-ass plush teddy bears all over the centre decorations & throughout the mall. Kids were tumbling all over them. If only I had no qualms. Hee.



Caught The Social Network, yay! Been wanting to watch it because Justin Timberlake was in it because it's supposed to be really good but it took forever to come out in Malaysia.

I dont think its going to be a movie for everyone because the script was fast-paced, and laced with sarcasm, but I really liked it. Jesse Eisenberg added so many quirks to his character. One can wonder if the real Facebook founder is really like that, but then again it's based on a dramatised book which was based on the true story, so I wouldn't hold my breath. It's still a good watch though.

Twas a good Saturday night. Only one more week before Adam finishes his exams! :)


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Slow Friday evening at work. I remember back in school, I couldn't figure out Microsoft Excel for the life of me. I swore by Word.

Oh, how times have changed. My Microsoft Word is dusty now.

I'm going to say that this new found comfort zone with Excel is a sure sign of aging. Heh.



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Pastor Yu shared something during Sunday service yesterday that I thought was particularly interesting. It's this bit of...poetry, if you may, that some say was written by Mother Teresa. Regardless of author, it's a fascinating perspective and worth a read.

People are often unreasonable, illogical and self centered;

Forgive them anyway.

If you are kind, people may accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives;

Be kind anyway.

If you are successful, you will win some false friends and some true enemies;

Succeed anyway.

If you are honest and frank, people may cheat you;

Be honest and frank anyway.

What you spend years building, someone could destroy overnight;

Build anyway.

If you find serenity and happiness, they may be jealous;

Be happy anyway.

The good you do today, people will often forget tomorrow;

Do good anyway.

Give the world the best you have, and it may never be enough;

Give the world the best you've got anyway.

You see, in the final analysis, it is between you and your God;

It was never between you and them anyway.

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I think it's a good concoction of words and messages that I want to take a thing or two away from. It's a daily struggle to not return evil for evil, a challenge not to honk a useless driver on the road when he honks you first and it was his fault in the first place. Instead, maybe make it a chance to return good for evil, an opportunity to drive away instead of flipping a finger.

It's difficult, but let me try do it anyway. :)

I feel an oncoming itch (No, nothing dirty).

I think I'm going to go buy these after work.




Bye bye, RM 219. :(

But, hello pretty shoes? We'll see.


ETA: So, I did go over to Pyramid after work... they were SOLD OUT FML :'(((

I have a new resolution. It's to blog more often! So here I am once again, typing out an utterly random post ahead. :p

Last weekend was good. Didn't take a lot of pictures, but looking back on this, I'm sure I'll remember what a fun weekend it was.


We sat in and watched Sex and the City! Okay, I know I'm damn late and I just watched it because the second one is coming out so I don't want to be too behind. I'd actually watched the first half on the bus back from Singapore, but that was obviously the censored version. I got the full version dvd from my brother and... boy, were there some nude scenes or what. Lol.

Every fifteen minutes I was going, "Hey, I didn't see that!" All I can say is, that guy who played Dante, who was Samantha's neighbour, must've been one happy camper.

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  Did the whole morning routine - brush teeth, wash face, empty usus besa- okay, you get the drift.
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  Watched the repeat of Mysteries of Love ep. 14 since I missed it last night. Raymond Lam as the geeky professor quite hot lor. He can teach me things any day.
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  Used some iPhone apps to modify an oh-so-adorable picture of Jayden I took yesterday night and posted it on Facebook.
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  Read a magazine Dad brought home.
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  Found a Four Four Two mag from Dad's pile and used more iPhone camera apps to take a picture of a smiling John Terry to send it to Mary.
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  Chatted with Mary for a bit and discussed hot eye-American-candy that we have to look out for during today's World Cup showdown between England and USA.
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  Downloaded more awesome possum Glee songs! (Aaaaah Adam and I just watched the season finale that day and it's overrrrrr now. :(((((( Season 2 cannot come quick enough. I ADORE Finn & Rachel's version of Journey's Faithfully, gahhh.)
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  Listened to said Glee songs. Over. And over. And over. And over again.
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  Took a nap.
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  Downloaded new picture search game for my phone! So addictive can die. Kept on trying to beat my own high score. (I swear I am my own worst enemy wtf.)

I've always liked motivational or thought-provoking quotes, stories, series, movies; you name it. I guess they give me a sense of hope, a belief.

Some call it being a dreamer, an idealist, immature, maybe fresh; others call it being optimistic, positive. I call it all of the above. I guess I can be called a little of all of the above, but I prefer the term inspired.

What prompted this post was an interesting story that I came across on the net. Thought I would just share this with you guys. Even if you silently read, or stumble upon this blog, you might have a need to read this. Even if you don't need it now, you might one day remember this story.

It's called the Parable of the Pencil.

The Pencil Maker took the pencil aside, just before putting him into the box.

"There are 5 things you need to know," he told the pencil, "Before I send you out into the world. Always remember them and never forget, and you will become the best pencil you can be."

"One: You will be able to do many great things, but only if you allow yourself to be held in Someone's hand."

"Two: You will experience a painful sharpening from time to time, but you'll need it to become a better pencil."

"Three: You will be able to correct any mistakes you might make."

"Four: The most important part of you will always be what's inside."

"And Five: On every surface you are used on, you must leave your mark. No matter what the condition, you must continue to write."

The pencil understood and promised to remember, and went into the box with purpose in its heart.

So remember to choose, choose if you'd like to write lightly, non-commital as you lightly scribble your way through this crazy thing we call life; or whether you choose to press the hell out of the nib and leave a deep mark, so deep that even if someone erases what you've written, you and everyone else knows just what went into writing your words.

I'm going to make my mark. Are you? What colour are you?