Down the unwise lane

It's been over 5 years since I've been actively blogging. Well done, Sue, well done. Talk about immense procrastination. With that in mind, pardon my shitty writing skills because I've obviously been out of practice. So what's happened to me in the last 5 years? 2015 - Spent most of the year working a shitty shift job after finishing uni, slogging away for at least 40 hours a week for less than minimum wage in Australia. 2016 - I was struggling with depression for most of the year, I ended up taking a very long break from any form of work or study and moved back to Malaysia. I did eventually land myself my first accounting job towards the end of the year, though. 2017 - The year I attempted to move from one accounting job to a possibly better accounting job. Ended up getting fired after 2 months fml. 2018 - I landed yet another job in accounting, but this time for a private company. I loved the working environment and didn't mind the job at all, b...

Words cold like ice, One could only bear them thrice, The orifice deepened, Right into my burdened soul, Lust and hurt etched into my skin, Where your lingering touch has been, Poison dart, right through my heart, Feeling you under my skin.

Lost. That's how I feel now. Four and a half years come and gone, with nothing to show for it. I've not posted on my blog for the longest time, because I've been terribly uninspired for the last year or so. Besides, the things I write about are often nothing but manifestations of whatever the hell is going on inside my head. As much as I dislike admitting defeat, I am the very root of own my problem - I'm afraid to let anyone know what really goes through my mind. No one. Not my family. Not my social circle. Not my best friend. ...Not even myself. I'm still reluctant to let people know what's happening in my head on such a public platform, but I've been inspired by my dear cousin to once again find the courage in venting my frustration in written word. So dear readers, if you still exist, be prepared for lots of word puke from here on out. I expected to be taking my first baby steps into the working world soon after graduation. I expect...

First and foremost, I'd like to extend my deepest apologies for my absurdly long absence. I promise I have extremely good reasons for taking such a long hiatus, but perhaps that will be covered in a post different to this one. Meanwhile, I am ridiculously happy because I have awesome news to share with you guys! Those of you who know me in real life, and are close enough to me, will know that I've been putting some amount of effort into  IELTS . Disclaimer: Bear with me and read through the next three paragraphs, or my story might thoroughly confuse you (especially if you're not familiar with IELTS). I'm so sorry - I really am! For those who are unfamiliar with IELTS, the acronym stands for International English Language Testing System , and is one of the most popular tests determining one's English language ability. Taken by candidates from all over the globe in order to surpass a specific English language threshold (varying from institution to institu...

Why does it hurt the most when we're chided for doing shit, but the next person who did the exact same thing (sometimes even worse) gets away with it? Almost always inevitably, we have a tendency to set ourselves a mental benchmark using the person whom we consider to be worse than ourselves. That you know you shouldn't stoop to that level. Having this mindset in place, we often feel that it's fucking unfair when people are biased. You get accused for being a total bitch , receive snide remarks and harsh criticism for shit you did, while someone else does the very same shit and gets off scot-free. It  is undeniably human nature to be biased. Someone higher up the hierarchy would more likely get away with murder than the average joe, pretty much indefinitely. Individuals at the top of the food chain often possess a higher level of charisma, and also more influential. These traits probably helped in propelling them to their current position in the first place....

What happens when Susu drinks unfathomable amounts of Orange Vodka, as illustrated by the Hatch family. Stage 1: The Giggly Drunk First shot. Lying on the couch and falling over several times while having a giggle fit.   Stage 2: The Stubborn Drunk Second and third shots. Susu was tipsy by this time. Pong tried to give Susu water but Susu refused and threw it away. Stage 3: The Angry Drunk Fourth and fifth shots. Pong tried to take the cup and refill with water but Susu refused to let go of the cup and allegedly tried to punch Pong. Stage 4: The Dizzy Drunk Sixth shot. Susu was already pretty pissed ass drunk at this point and was talking shit. Also, more counts of Susu falling over and knocking her head on the armrest. Stage 5: The Sobbing Drunk Susu lay down on the couch quietly while completely wasted, but soon started sobbing.   Stage 6: The Crying Drunk The uncontrollable crying ensued, which lasted f...

As you may or may not already know, I officially completed my Bachelor's degree in November 2014. The Sydney campus of Curtin University is a small one, so there is only one graduation ceremony held around early to mid-May annually. Now, I am entirely to blame for my own headache. Whilst snacking on gozleme in the Westfield Eastgardens food court, I received a text message from the campus staff. It was a reminder that the 9th January 2015 was the last day to register for the Sydney 2015 graduation ceremony, which was...TOMORROW. HOLY FUCKING SHIT. This is what happens when you procrastinate. Apparently this terrible habit of mine had inevitably transcended from my school/uni life to my daily life. My tendency to panic easily didn't help matters, but I tried my very best to remain calm in public. I decided to ring up the reception desk at campus to see what needed to be done. The phone signal was terrible in the food court, so I headed toward the bus stop a...

I had the intent to pen an entry for NYE, but considering that it's 2 minutes to 12am as I begin to write this, I suppose I have no choice but to make this a New Year post instead. Oh look, another minute gone by. In all seriousness though, where does the time go ? Finally, the new year has rolled around yet again. Another year come and gone in the blink of an eye. Being my usual semi-pessimistic self, I am undoubtedly indifferent to it. While the majority of Australian residents are out and about in the crowded CBD area, counting down to the new year, witnessing brightly-coloured firework displays marking the start of new year, I'm here at home being a hermit (as I do on most days). Here I am, casually sitting in the middle of the road. The above photo illustrates how I spent NYE . Local police decided that George Street (the main road) was to be closed off in light of the impending NYD celebrations. Reasons for doing so are unknown, but the brother reckons it...

Today's been one of the several times I've been so happy to be in KL. I heard about the recently-opened Magnum Cafe on social media, and my first thought was, "Meh"...until I saw Make My Magnum . Not being able to resist the idea of fully customisable ice-cream, I simply couldn't pass up the opportunity to make a trip there! Mommy and I left the apartment bright and early, and reached the mall around 10am to secure ourselves a parking space. It'll be impossible to get a parking space by noon, hence why we left so early - Mommy calls the mall "Mad Valley" for this very reason. The tentative plan for the day was to have some lunch and do a little shopping before going for Magnum ice-cream, so that's roughly how the day panned out. Picture above was taken only after we left, but there wasn't much of a queue when we first arrived. There were probably 3-4 people ahead of us, and that was about it. When it was our turn, we lo...

The 5th of December, 2014 marks the fifteenth day since I arrived back home after a year-long absence. Most Malaysian foodies who've been overseas for a lengthy period of time will understand the excitement about returning home, because FOOD. Need I say more? As one of the aforementioned overseas Malaysian foodies, being home meant several food trips to make up for the local fare I've missed out on. These food trips are with the family, and often take place mainly in JB and KL (and sometimes Malacca). Out of so many food adventures I've been on for the last two weeks so far though, I decided to blog about this one because I went to eat at one of my childhood favourites - none other than IT Roo Cafe! It's been at least 2 years since I went there to eat, so naturally I was eager to go back there after a really long time. My parents really spoil me, driving into town on a Friday evening for dinner at one of the more popular restaurants. Th...

I had minor surgery done today. The lump on the back of my thigh had been there since at least my secondary school days, but it's gotten bigger since then. Since I'm back in Malaysia for a while, my dad decided to remove it for me before we head up to KL this weekend. He took about anywhere between a half hour to an hour and a half to do the op for me. Thank God for the local anaesthetic and Mommy distracting me throughout, or I would not have survived the surgery. I made a lot of cringing, squealing and crying noises but yeah. It wasn't easy, since I have a really low threshold for pain. Though the wound was stitched up, it became painful after the anaesthetic wore off. It's restricted my mobility, and it's difficult for me to wash myself without getting it wet. Heck, I can't even sit down properly. FML, really. (I'd share the disgusting photos of the open wound and the removed lump, but I'd spare you from throwing up whatever you've e...

This'll probably be quite a dated entry by the time it goes up, but nevertheless... A hearty congratulations to my big brother (aka gor ), the graduate! He officially completed his undergraduate degree course in electrical engineering back in July 2014, though the convocation only took place recently. Aunty Teng had flown in from Melbourne just for the ceremony, while my parents flew 8 hours all the way from Changi Airport in Singapore. Fortunately for our dad, he'd managed to get enough locum doctors to fill in for him while he was gone. Even if he couldn't get any at all, he was prepared to leave his clinic empty for nine whole days. Under no circumstances was he going to miss his own son's graduation! This was a huge milestone for my brother, and that is enough reason for the family to celebrate. The Day Before I followed Mommy and Aunty Teng to Westfield Eastgardens , one of the local shopping complexes, because guess what? Mommy didn't have an o...