Life was like a box of chocolates.

Here is brief essay on Wilde's quote that I recently stumbled upon. As of late, I am not in a very good place. I am still pretty crushed with what happened a couple of weeks ago. Haish...  Anyways, hope you'll find this interesting.  "To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all."(Oscar wilde) Nowadays people kill themselves to eke out a living, improve their living conditions or keep their high standard of living, but they forget to live. A Scottish proverb says; "be happy while you're living, for you're a long time dead." In fact, people don't live, but they survive each day, for they are too busy, too tired, too stressed and too worried to really enjoy the pleasures of life. Everyone says; "time flies." Thus, hours become days and days become years and years become a wasted precious life, and what for? Of course, for a better living. It's believed that to be successful in life and improve

  Here are the things that I usually carry with me every day to uni: MacBook Air 11" (credits to Lin, a lady in Kelana Jaya who sold her Air to me last summer. This laptop is strictly for work purposes as it's fitted with only 64Gb of flash drive) a couple of cables and a USB adapter- in case my i5 runs out of juice, but that rarely happens USB drive big enough to load my whole work folder- just in case I needed work done in places where WIFI is off limits lots of A4 papers- blank papers work best for me since I mostly work with diagrams and equations. black, blue and red pens, one of each drinking water (I really can't leave the house without one these days) beanie- in case of light rain along the way. gloves (my hands tend to get cold easily) As you can already see, my bag's content is pretty basic. I don't really carry too much with me when I'm working since I found it counter-productive. *This segment is inspired by the 'What's in Yo

Last week, my uni results was out, and frankly it was not so good.  I was utterly gutted the moment I found my candidate number buried among the many of them. If last year's experience taught me anything, it is for me be prepared for the unexpected to happen, and that is exactly why I am so shaken as the result day arrived. Some part of me wished that this time around, things are going to be different. Perhaps time around, all of my hardwork will finally be paid off, all those times spent worrying, being indulged in nothing but work.  I am devastated right now.  Last year, I did poorly in my essay subject, Macro but excelled in Micro, which is more Maths-based. As such, I thought to myself, that maybe this year I would have the upper hand should I go with Maths-based subjects such as game theory. And I could not have been so wrong. The table has finally turned, leaving me numb, speechless.  My results merely affirmed the fact of how confused of a guy I am. I