The Fruits Of Procrastination: So this is 2012

I decided to stalk a friend’s blog today. Not a frequent writer, but the things he says are things I totally relate to.

Among them was living life to the fullest, as if there would be no tomorrow. Well not to the extent of there not being a tomorrow, but the the extent of knowing that something would soon be ending.

Ever since my 6-months of slave-driver internship period in Kuching, working like an actual working person yet not really there, because you are the intern that is free for use and knows some yet doesn’t quite know enough, waking up at 7am and passing out by 12.30am, or at least try to pass out, I’ve realised that I have been taking a lot of things for granted. For instance, you would not be able to skip work as much as you skip class. You would not be able to go for a RM9 movie on a Wednesday afternoon. You would not be able to go off to karaoke on a weekday where all the promotions are. You would have to go squeeze with the crowd in shopping malls on weekends because you can’t go there during working hours. You no longer get to sleep at 6am and wake up at 3pm. You don’t get to evaluate people, ie: the lecturers. Your superior evaluates you, and if you get an asshole for one, well best of luck!

I came back to uni for my (hopefully) final sem determined to live the life I have been missing out on because I was then too occupied with my academic performance, because I felt bad about troubling my friends who’d have to fetch me, because I was an introvert and because the BF was then, very domineering and insecure and fought with me everytime i tried to join my friends for outings ~~because I was hot and a dream of a girlfriend and he was afraid some other men was going to come sweep me off my feet.~~

Now with three weeks left to go (and heaps of undone assignments) before the study break and Chinese New Year and final exam comes, I feel so much like I am running out of time. To do my assignments, to study for finals and to continue living my life before I walk into a very vague future career. But I certainly am glad that I have the chance to create beautiful memories with people who matter while I still can.

I remember sitting in the debating society of uni during my first year, and a friend, the same guy who’s writing about living like there’d be no tomorrow, asking me if I was sure I really wanted to do Accounting. 3.5 years later, my answer remains the same. It is not something I am crazy about, but rather, it is something I feel is right. Something that provides me with a stepping stone, a head start, an open door.

I stay to my saying, that when I decide to do something, I should do it well. I suppose that’s the same that goes to being an auditor. It is the best route, the right route, although I have no intentions of being slave to an audit firm, losing both hair and sleep. When the time comes, I will break free from all that is right, and move away from the norms and finally be whatever I was supposed to be when I thought audit isn’t for me.

Chef? Writer? Lol. We’ll see.