What defines me?

Am I defined by my accomplishment?

By the hearts that I have touched (or annoyed)?

By the time I spent studying?

By the wealth I possess?

By my beauty (or lack thereof)?

By my religion?

By my ethnicity?

By my responsibilities?

By the people who need me?

-lost my central of gravity for a while after completing my C actuarial exam, but was soon overwhelmed by a lot of other mundane stuff...

Keeping busy is so ... occupying. It leaves no void for you to think random stuffs, which my mind has a great tendency to do.

Anyhow...ahhh, hate exams and all these junk that I have to do...

Eager for the moment when everything is finally over, which is probably the time when I meet my maker. Need to learn to savor the sense of fulfillment when I am stuck with different duties (or rather the ones that I sought).