Saturday, January 22, 2011

In Your Head

On many accounts, doubt often comes into play and I'd find myself on crossroads, to play safe or to make paradigm shifts. Often, I'll choose to mingle and test waters, but within the safe ambit of my comfort zone. Fear plays the most important role in limiting my actions; being that I'm worried of the if-not-s rather than to believe in the positive possibilities.

Anyhow, as I have made resolutions for the new year, I've decided to embrace some of the challenges thrown up front on my face. Bearing in mind the following:

And hence, I'm PE.

Sunday, January 16, 2011

Sign For Your Life

The preparation of Project Sign For Your Life (SFYL)was like a massive Karaken roller coaster ride. From high point enthusiastic discussion to no funds, from a four digit pump of cash to no participants, point was, everything was happening at the same time. On the morning of the event, I woke up late and Brandon was forced to have a conversation with my mum after yelling like a madman outside my house for half an hour.

In a nutshell, SFYL was a success, though there are obviously mistakes for us to learn and grow from. Of course, there is the awesome crew to thank and the mastermind Denise, as Organising Chair to be awed of. It was a massive project, and it ended well.

I was also reminded by CP Chiew Ee, that we do Projects because we want the society and members of the Club to benefit from it, not to fulfill criteria and win awards.

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Weekends Wireless

I shall pledge for discipline from today onwards. The fact where I used to wake up at 6.30am every day has became some long forgotten civilisation which needed a revival. Oh please remind me that my LLB Exams are like 125 days away and I'm still moping around either with extreme entertainment or moments of high tide emo. No good.


That aside, I attended DRC together with my Rotaract mates for three days in Hulu Langat. That place was so ulu that my phone line went dead for the period I was there and I only realised the missed calls and SMSes after leaving. Initially, I was quite unhappy because kiasu people like me view skipping classes as a cardinal sin. The idea of missing Wayne Morrison's existentialist class was like a uber WTF and missing Sunday classes added salt to the wound. I was cursing prior days to the event until somebody who I can't remember told me to shut up and remember my role as Secretary to the Club.

But the Conference proved me wrong that it was a waste of time. The talks are all interesting and inspiring, provided me with insights and enlightenment, (Okay it's weird to suggest, but I'm the kind of person who enjoy listening to talks). Initially I thought it would be some lame speaker but it turned out otherwise.

I enjoyed spending time with my fellow Rotaractors and talk crap with them. Getting closer to them as my friends is fun and pleasant. Moreover, it's an avenue to meet more new people and get to know new friends.

And proud to be from RAC ATC who once again, contributed the most number of participants to DRC=)

Prior departure.

*Disclaimer: All photos are stolen from Aaric Iskandar.

It was an experience of its kind, I'm glad I participated despite missing classes. But kiasuness never dies in Hui Ting, and hence I somehow manage to sprint to college right after DRC to attend Trust class. The point is at least, my conscience is fulfilled.

And shall I say, see you next year? =D

Friday, January 7, 2011


I waited and waited and waited, nothing happened. Disappointed, I went to bed. Lying down for hours, tossing and turning under the sheets, unable to close my eyes. I feel like vomiting, feel not like eating, have no energy to jog during the evenings, feels like dying, feels like giving up, feels like everything has gone. I feel hurt, angry, envious, but at the same time, helpless and powerless.

I miss you.

Sunday, January 2, 2011


Hui Ting wishes all a very happy 2011. Let's usher the new year with full blitz of awesomeness and fresh hopes!

I spent the last day of 2010 with college friends, going through a crazy bit of road drive and drama outside people's house, and finally, randomly ended up in a park drinking beer while looking at fireworks from a distance. 3.45am driving alone on the way back home, the aftermath of a tired mind forged an array of thoughts; resolutions for the new year and reflection for the old.

In short, terrible moments of hardship during 2010 made me anchor my actions and thoughts in life to a purpose I take accountability to my ambitions and aspirations. Although there are unbearable moments of difficulties, I thank God for giving me those challenges that produced a better result of me, better than I deserve, in fact. As for 2011, I would want a blast. With a challenging Pt 1 syllabus, increasing Rotaract responsibilities, additional number of tuition students; my life would require me twice the amount of effort, twice the amount of balancing skills, twice the amount of discipline, twice the amount of efficiency. Scary, but I'll make this my challenge for the year.

That humble opinion aside, I still materialistically, want those awards, the recognition, the applause and the stage.

Happy 2011 everybody!