The recipe for success- Connections

Ever wondered why some people do so well even though u know they don't deserve it?

A Vision

As of now, it's hard to see where I'll be in 5 years time. It's even harder to envision where i will be in 10 years time. But it does not matter too much, because I have a dream of building my own business empire, be it selling poultry or sewage cleaning or corporate banking, I will build my empire. Everyone wants to be rich, the only variable is how they go about achieving this aim. Along the streets of Kuala Lumpur, it is not hard to observe a whole spectrum of people belonging to different levels of the social ladder. At the very low, weather beaten, poor and somewhat pitiful end, beggars/hobos/handicapped people selling tissues rein supreme. I cannot help but to sympathise with their squalid state. Everytime I walk pass them, I get very tempted to help them with everything I have, then I pull back after realising that i have nothing much to offer. I would then walk away with my teeth tightly clenched due to the overwhelming sense of helplessness.

Higher up the ladder, we have the traders of merchandise/food. They slog day and night for a better life, only to progress imperceptibly each day. Few are lucky enough to strike it big, but the majority can only get by comfortably. Next up, we have the bourgeois, the stuck up middle level managers and the down to earth rising stars of the future. These are the meanest of the lot- the machiavellian people. Eager more than ever to climb on each other to attain a higher status, these are the budding politicians. Above these minions of the society, we have the senior managers and CEOs, who are masters of their own profession(either through climbing on people, pulling strings, ropes, and what have you, or worked their asses off so hard that they've been rewarded). They're rich, but they're not as impressive as those coming up next. The echelons of power are held by the wealthy(duh...). They were once like every one of us, except that they were/are still innovative, hardworking, very persistent and as much as they are unwilling to admit, damn freakin' lucky. In my opinion, they became rich because their preparation met an opportunity, and that by no means implies that they do not deserve what they have, but only that they were fortunate enough to be thrown opportunities at, and my dream is to be one of them. But I cannot to it alone. In fact, no one can. Even Bill Gates needed to pull some strings at IBM before he started earning money at the rate that would crush 100000 people at a time. I hope to find more friends/partners who share the same vision, and maybe we could work towards our common goal. The reason is simple: I want a better life for my family. I don't want my children to grow up having been deprived of the opportunities that money can get. I love my family. I'd like to help the world. Having money is also nice. Having loads of it...is AWESOME.

so what do you say, mates? let's roll, uk style. And then make it LEGEND-----wait for it----


---ARY!!!


It's time to punk it up, yo!

The Rant

Nice guys finish last. period.

Stage fright

I hardly ever feel this way. Something has been bothering me for quite a while now and it is becoming disruptive to my life because it robs me of sleep, concentration and time. Maybe I should act on it now, then things would be so much clearer; but if I did, I would risk losing another thing I hold dear. So hesitant, so uncertain, so miserable...

Maybe I've been away from home for too long

Maybe I'm just not bold enough

Maybe this is not the life I seek

Stop thinking.

Ghandi Said...

There was a poster sale in cornwall house the whole of yesterday. Under usual circumstances, I would all but walk pass without paying much attention to whatever was available. This time I got enticed by a poster of Kelly Hazel being scantily clad, but I eventually ended up looking through rather decent posters of various kinds. Then I stumbled upon a series of motivational posters, one of which had ghandi's reflective(yes, like a mirror) head with him donning a beaming smile. And so it read, 'Live as if you were to die tomorrow. Learn as if you were to live forever'. I got inspired after I read the first sentence, but as I went on finish the second sentence, I felt triumphant that this quote of his -as meaningful as it may seem- was moot. If I were to learn as if I were to live forever, I would seriously take my time, since I would have all the time in the world to learn. Tongue in cheek, I would announce to my parents that ghandi actually encouraged people to learn at their desired pace. Since that was the case, everything would take priority over learning. Ha!

Just came back from dance practice not too long ago...and now I actually smell like my partner- which isn't a bad thing. Today's dance practice was a little dissimilar to other practices- I was genuinely ecstatic and satisfied. Vic and I managed to fine-tune up our chacha and jive routine to the brink of perfection(from our point of view)with the help of the ever-altruistic jackie tibbetts. Of all the motivations behind my learning of these dances, she has been the most inspirational. If Vic and I manage to get anything from the competition that looms, it will be because of Jackie. Despite stealing the show for all competitions this year, she is far from what I would consider complacent. Above all, she is and will always be the reason behind why I have improved faster than some of the other beginner dancers. I really should find a way to thank her for her guidance and encouragement. Jackie has been instrumental in the performance of our society and will always be seen as one of the greats that make her own path in this university. Instincts tell me she will not be staying for her masters degree next year, which is really a shame, given how much she has to offer to both the university and the dancesport society. It is indeed rare that a person can be so beautiful on the surface and at heart at the same time. If more girls were like her, life would be so much more enjoyable. Unfortunately, it remains a utopian fantasy. Regardless, she will always be remembered as my dancing inspiration. ^^

xxx

Out of the blues

Justice was not served today. Period.

The victor didn't deserve to win. Being aware of what a bad loser I make...things become ever so frustrating.

The battle is lost, but not the war(well at least not yet). Move your bum, Justin. Move it.