Relationship Value

Within the past few days, things have been pretty ugly in the family. Well, not internally off course, externally. With the BITCH’s on rage situation, her mother also has shown her true color in which I must say…is like criminal but dressed as cop. SHE IS EVIL!!

But, after having a very small and quite last-minute reunion with my high school friend has made me realize something. The meaning of family.

Being a family means that being with people who supports you, believe in you, help you when you made a mistake. People who made you feel worthy of yourself and take you on whoever and whatever you are. And blood just don’t really matters at all.

If that people who you so happen to call “family” made you feel like shit. Even though you are “blood” related, they’re not family. They don’t deserve you. Even two stranger who sits in a bar and talk about their family stuff bonds better than this so-called family.

All I’m saying is that I’m grateful to have this friends who can make me laugh and forget about this shit I’m in.

 

 

Thank you,

 

Jensen

Now What?

So, after college ends…most of my friends in KL were getting jobs in an attitude like (get ‘em while still hot). And I was like….I think I’m going to chill for a while before I jump into another busy schedule.

So, my plan was to chill in my hometown until 2010 and then start the hunt around January. I got my hunting spot set on a tiny weeny island called Singapore. Hopefully by next year I will be nailing some great job in a great environment there.

 

 

Wish me luck,

 

Jensen

Filling The Void So Far

So…by just looking at the date of my last post, it can be seen that I’ve been very very very lazy and busy for a long time. Let’s see… Since the last post, I have gone through some terrified sleepless nights wondering whether I will be able to finish my Final Year Project (Yeah, FYP, that 3 little words that will stop my heart for 1 millisecond every time someone mention that word). In the end, I did finish it in timely manner ( 1 day before the submission date,Woohoo!). And then, I also have gone through the final presentation in which I was trapped in a little room with my supervisor and advisor. I have to answer their question, it’s like dodging bullets. But, they act very professional by saying that they are not there to fail me but to make sure that I am able to pass. And that’s pretty much the last of my college life.

After all my academic matters have been attended, I started to ship my stuff (not to mention like half of it was my bro’s stuff). And then, I purchase my one way flight ticket to a place I called home.

 

Peace out,

 

Jensen