Once again, I have not been updating my blog for a long time. I don't know why I keep doing this - saying I'm sorry for not updating and then not update it for the longest time (which is an awesome song btw). Anyway, I did tell me colleague (who has been secretly spying on my blog) that I would write an entry. Since, I've finally managed to get almost sufficient sleep today, I thought I'd write one now.
It would be great if I could think up of something to write. Urgh. Internship has been... hrm... It has been fun but exhausting. Well, fun isn't really the word I would use. It has been enriching and the people have been great. It is, however, tiring and I believe I did manage to get a taste test of how life would be like as an auditor. I felt like auditing was my cup of tea at first, but then when deadlines drew near and peak came, the stress level in the room was off the roof. Working papers that gave me a sense of accomplishment after completion became just another working paper to fill up. Vouching documents which seemed like a relaxing slightly brainless job became just another step to prior to filling up my working papers. Still, I think I am suited for auditing.
This is why. I believe I work well with stress. Yes, I break down some times and this blog knows it much better than anyone has. But, stress has always been the companion to my biggest successes. It drives me.
Facing stress. Beating stress. Releasing stress.
You can feel it, everyone can.
Everyone is roaring with excitement.
The atmosphere is hot, fire hot, searing hot.
You feel your heart pounding like a prisoner waiting to be released.
You raise your hands.
“And in this corner, weighing over 180 pounds,
the one you have all been waiting for… YOU!”
The crowd goes crazy and they scream like a singular voice.
They spin around you and you clench your teeth.
You come back to the ring and you hear silence.
You’re zoned in.
You face a formidable opponent – one that has hardly been defeated.
He smirks at you.
You stare back. Staring always does the trick.
Fear or be feared. You don’t want to lose.
[I have to win.]
Choose your weapons.
You go for your gloves. Of course you go for your gloves.
Titanium covering plated gold. Your favourite.
It signifies your prowess.
Cheers of approval made you feel amazing.
You bite your lip as you put in your mouth guard.
[You can do this]
The other guy picked a shield.
“Idiot.”
Game on.
You know you’ve lost.
