Lasturday, Serene woke me up with an SMS. This morning it was Kiran. Before eight in the a.m. Ga. Don’t these people sleep in?

Anyway, this meant I dropped out of bed and did the morning ritual quick as can be and got to the university for some research, on Siemens mobile unit’s marketing strategy in Asia Pacific and first-mover brand advantage: does it exist? Shudders, I know. But it gets worse. I actually thought of these topics by myself. I am evil in ways I never envisioned before.

Jokes aside, I really seem to enjoy all of this. Remember there was a time, long, long ago, in a far distant land called Deutschland (appropriately named since it was the land of the Deutsch), I was forever whining and whining about how I wish I was the way I used to be – dilligent, disciplined and dynamic? Like it was the soil of Malaysia that made me function better.

Not true. I just realised I’ve been always this unhappy, well, not unhappy but more disatisfied, a sea of discontent always welling up inside of me. Of course, when you’re a little Asian punk, everything’s easy. You’re made to excel and be nerdy. It gets more complicated when you get older.

These days, I’m happier. Everything’s found some kind of a balance. Nothing perfect, but I’m getting there. Though, I almost suspect, and I’m prolly right, some of you guys are gonna miss the bitchin’. You know you do.

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