Alcohol. Fun times. Magic Sing. Fun times. Barbie. Fun times. Jenolan cave. Fun times.
Been drinking a lot this season, but tell it to the Aussie way of celebrating Christmas. Even my housemates have been staying up late. Waking up late. Same hangover. All for the yuletide season.
Well, no matter how you look at it - Christmas wont be the same if you're not spending it with your family. It feels empty even if you have so many friends. Even if you drown yourself with different booze.
This year has been different, really. No present received. Not much presents given. No familiar carols I hear on nearby streets. No colorful houses. The Christmas breeze...
But still I am thankful for the warmth celebration we had with my good ol' Eastwood buddies. Being with them is enough, priceless. So I celebrate my first Sydney Christmas. Not bad.
Happy Christmas everyone.
Saturday, December 26, 2009
Sunday, December 20, 2009
How do you really treat Koondis?
This word came up the other day when I was watching Friends.
Remember Ross' Koondis, its indescribable thing on Ross' tushy. Funny how all medical people started to gather up just to see something unexplainable and phenomenal (?). It was cured eventually when Ross decided to go to a witch doctor named Guru Saj.
And what is the magic spell that cast away the bad Koondis? ----Love.
I'm afraid mine won't be cured soon. And I'm afraid I will hafta celebrate the holidays with my Koondis.
Remember Ross' Koondis, its indescribable thing on Ross' tushy. Funny how all medical people started to gather up just to see something unexplainable and phenomenal (?). It was cured eventually when Ross decided to go to a witch doctor named Guru Saj.
And what is the magic spell that cast away the bad Koondis? ----Love.
I'm afraid mine won't be cured soon. And I'm afraid I will hafta celebrate the holidays with my Koondis.
Monday, December 7, 2009
The Tale of the Struggling Me
Emotionally. Financially.
The downturn began exactly last year. And it has been hard to recover since then. I was praying for a better life. Each pieces that was shattered have now been cleaned up, meticulously been placed in the bin. And now, I am recreating a new life ahead.
The struggle definitely continues. Each heartache and dismay resounds to defensiveness that I can never find another person. But life gives us maturity. We keep on learning for us to be stronger in facing the different facets in life. Each small achievements I gain, I learned to count the blessings. I learned to appreciate simple joys in life. The struggles I am facing gives me a sense of optimism that its going to be a better year for me in 2010. I feel that the economy is picking up, much as my life is regaining its momentum.
Its not all about money. Its not all about wealth and career progressions. Its about how you face each day and how your disposition and realisations will be. Its about how you make it a better place and feel that life is indeed - beautiful.
Simple joys, less expectations. Greater joys in small rewards.
That's my tale of the struggling me. Or should I dare say, the tale of the aspiring visionary.
The downturn began exactly last year. And it has been hard to recover since then. I was praying for a better life. Each pieces that was shattered have now been cleaned up, meticulously been placed in the bin. And now, I am recreating a new life ahead.
The struggle definitely continues. Each heartache and dismay resounds to defensiveness that I can never find another person. But life gives us maturity. We keep on learning for us to be stronger in facing the different facets in life. Each small achievements I gain, I learned to count the blessings. I learned to appreciate simple joys in life. The struggles I am facing gives me a sense of optimism that its going to be a better year for me in 2010. I feel that the economy is picking up, much as my life is regaining its momentum.
Its not all about money. Its not all about wealth and career progressions. Its about how you face each day and how your disposition and realisations will be. Its about how you make it a better place and feel that life is indeed - beautiful.
Simple joys, less expectations. Greater joys in small rewards.
That's my tale of the struggling me. Or should I dare say, the tale of the aspiring visionary.
Saturday, November 28, 2009
The Ghost still haunts me
Living all these years alone I have longed for company. Having dealt with a massive blow last year has made me furious. But seems life is sweet that it heals unfathomable wound even if it hurts so deep. I learned how to be fair. I learned to be understanding. But seems I have been traveling in a limitless thoughtfulness. Keeps me wondering where is the gray thin line that separates fairness and abusiveness.
That is right. The ghost still haunts me. And I have to hide and hibernate.
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That is right. The ghost still haunts me. And I have to hide and hibernate.
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Sunday, November 22, 2009
spiders and cockroaches
too hot today after cherry picking in the morning and picnic on the afternoon. i decided to get a cold shower. only to see couple of spiders in the bathroom.
i immediately exterminated them. i was too freaked out. then soon as i finish - a flying cockroach went straight at me. as if attacking me cos of the spider crime i committed.
i just hate all of 'em... of course my flip flops were the ultimate weapon for extermination.
i immediately exterminated them. i was too freaked out. then soon as i finish - a flying cockroach went straight at me. as if attacking me cos of the spider crime i committed.
i just hate all of 'em... of course my flip flops were the ultimate weapon for extermination.
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Outlook
I am recreating the pieces. Living life slowly yet painstakingly focusing on not committing the same mistakes again. Sure, I've learned my lessons and this time around-I know better what to do. I am hoping to see a clearer pathway to betterment. Self-evolved and away from the wretchedness of what had been years living in nonsense egotistical outlook that I've beset myself early on. Destiny should be seen as bridge towards the one you love. And I shall find that bridge and conquer this seemingly unchartered territory to the zestful life that beckons before me.
Thursday, November 12, 2009
My long list of grievances
So it starts...
Like a pee that is about to burst for a long one hour wait and you can't do a thing cos your in a travel bus. It's has been a long time since I've pass upon the burden of bad bad thoughts to my blog. It's about time I unleash it.
The struggling accountant
I know I shouldn't complain but I really should. I feel I am worth some good fortune but I'm working as an accountant for a dodgy company. Talk about interrelated entities that is owned by a common middle eastern mafia. I'm cleaning up the mess the previous account... err bookkeeper has done.
The problem with being a former external auditor is that you'll fussed about the accounting process. Every bit of aspect lacks controls. And you seem to be too much overwhelmed with what's on your plate though you have been itching to correct every single thing that is wrong with the company.
To give a bit of details on the work of the struggling accountant, here are my duties:
- Hocus pocus of BAS. Think Excel's 'Goal Seek' to derive the tax payable to ATO.
- Investigate where have all the PCF has gone to. It's like seven grand in the books but no real money in the Director's box!
- Solving the labyrinth of intercompany accounts. OMG! This has been the worst ever. A pays for B's goods but B records his own sale. A never records A's transaction with B. Then A records gazillion transaction with customers but never gets paid cos C gets all the money, where C never books A-C transaction and claims it on his own. And here comes D charging every bit of sales that was supplied by A to cash wherein there is no cash account for D plus the physical money goes to A anyway.
- Data encoder. Tons of invoices gets dumped on my desk but good if it comes as the sale is earned. but it goes to my desk only during +10 after month-end! Just when I have closed my books!
- Suppliers' fury catcher. Ohh... the purchases side. Well, this one is pointless. I have piles of invoices processed but remains unpaid. Suppliers get mad all the time and has threaten not to supply us. Where has all the money gone? Why can't we pay.
- BAS. Payroll tax. Super. Payroll run. This is all fun but then again, where is the money? I have been piling up months and months worth of unpaid taxes.
- E, F and G bookkeeping. More companies! This is nice. They gave me more company to account for.
- And many little details that I can't even fathom why I ever accepted this job.
But come to think of it, I did learn a lot. I have a lot of duties to fulfill particularly cleaning up this mess. Putting up suggestions for better internal controls. And finally stepping up as management accountant as I know this company needs a good financial analysis of where it is going.
The poor rat
Who can ever imagine? that I've been working really hard but won't get paid. How frustrating is that?! The company doesn't have money to pay its employees. Far out! I'm living with every little cents I've got. I was really pitying myself awhile ago cos I just nibbled cheese cos my tummy's getting mad. I'm living in a shared accommodation and got no flights booked for the holidays. I missed on loan repayments and credit cards. Got no money on my accounts and maxed out credit cards. Shesh! Too excited to be Friday and I will sing 'I will survive'!
Ungrateful "friends"
My Eastwood buddies have been dodging my calls for unknown reasons. How fucking hard can it be to let me know what the problem is? They could have called me. Tell me directly what's wrong.
Like a pee that is about to burst for a long one hour wait and you can't do a thing cos your in a travel bus. It's has been a long time since I've pass upon the burden of bad bad thoughts to my blog. It's about time I unleash it.
The struggling accountant
I know I shouldn't complain but I really should. I feel I am worth some good fortune but I'm working as an accountant for a dodgy company. Talk about interrelated entities that is owned by a common middle eastern mafia. I'm cleaning up the mess the previous account... err bookkeeper has done.
The problem with being a former external auditor is that you'll fussed about the accounting process. Every bit of aspect lacks controls. And you seem to be too much overwhelmed with what's on your plate though you have been itching to correct every single thing that is wrong with the company.
To give a bit of details on the work of the struggling accountant, here are my duties:
- Hocus pocus of BAS. Think Excel's 'Goal Seek' to derive the tax payable to ATO.
- Investigate where have all the PCF has gone to. It's like seven grand in the books but no real money in the Director's box!
- Solving the labyrinth of intercompany accounts. OMG! This has been the worst ever. A pays for B's goods but B records his own sale. A never records A's transaction with B. Then A records gazillion transaction with customers but never gets paid cos C gets all the money, where C never books A-C transaction and claims it on his own. And here comes D charging every bit of sales that was supplied by A to cash wherein there is no cash account for D plus the physical money goes to A anyway.
- Data encoder. Tons of invoices gets dumped on my desk but good if it comes as the sale is earned. but it goes to my desk only during +10 after month-end! Just when I have closed my books!
- Suppliers' fury catcher. Ohh... the purchases side. Well, this one is pointless. I have piles of invoices processed but remains unpaid. Suppliers get mad all the time and has threaten not to supply us. Where has all the money gone? Why can't we pay.
- BAS. Payroll tax. Super. Payroll run. This is all fun but then again, where is the money? I have been piling up months and months worth of unpaid taxes.
- E, F and G bookkeeping. More companies! This is nice. They gave me more company to account for.
- And many little details that I can't even fathom why I ever accepted this job.
But come to think of it, I did learn a lot. I have a lot of duties to fulfill particularly cleaning up this mess. Putting up suggestions for better internal controls. And finally stepping up as management accountant as I know this company needs a good financial analysis of where it is going.
The poor rat
Who can ever imagine? that I've been working really hard but won't get paid. How frustrating is that?! The company doesn't have money to pay its employees. Far out! I'm living with every little cents I've got. I was really pitying myself awhile ago cos I just nibbled cheese cos my tummy's getting mad. I'm living in a shared accommodation and got no flights booked for the holidays. I missed on loan repayments and credit cards. Got no money on my accounts and maxed out credit cards. Shesh! Too excited to be Friday and I will sing 'I will survive'!
Ungrateful "friends"
My Eastwood buddies have been dodging my calls for unknown reasons. How fucking hard can it be to let me know what the problem is? They could have called me. Tell me directly what's wrong.
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