Old Acquaintances
Friday prayers again spells out En-Naeem as usual. Dad's working the night shift. He took a ride to mosque with older brother. I took him home. So there at the carpark, I saw a couple of people from Pizza Hut. Talked briefly. There was Rahim and Hafiz if I am not wrong. They remembered my name. At that point, I somewhat regret not making the extra effort to know them better. That's me, just blinding walking through life. I belief there was a guy who took IPPT with me there as well but I was unsure.
Yesterday at the Al-Quran terjemahan class, Ustaz Idris was saying if there were 3 people in a group, the oldest would be appointed as the leader. I am visualising that weight I will carry in polytechnic.
I want to be the best that I can be. If there is a weak side in me, I want him to die. That is my resolution.
It's Official
It is official. I received a confirmation letter from NYP that I my application is successful. Only a week from orientation at the polytechnic. What will I wear? How should I act? Should I just be me? Who am I? I am probably not bother with these questions...that much. I would probably go with the flow. My flow. Definition of my flow is watch from one corner first.
Was watching the contender again last night. Possibly the best reality show ever. I respect those guys who fight for their dreams.
It's going to be a month of working at Muhammadiyah soon. Time seems to fly by faster. I still need to use my time effectively.
Personalising
I finally tried personalising my blog. Nothing fancy but hey, it was fun. Learned new things. I saw an X-1 with a basket up-front. I thought it was impossible for an X-1 to have a basket in front.
I need to maintain my bike. It is beginning to have trouble starting up. Did not get the chance yesterday as I ran a couple of errands. Grandma asked me to send her over to Ubi before Friday prayers. I obliged. Then I had to wait up for the delivery people sending a mattress for the parents and a wardrobe for Sis.
Maybe today...
If It's Not Meant To Be
comic competitioni returned my almost due books and took a peek at the library notice board. There it was, the result for the anti-vandilism comic competition. It was my foray into the comic industry. Scanning through the list, I fail to locate my name. no prize voucher for me.
rejectedreturning home mum handed me a mail from SAF. It was regarding my application of the SAF-poly scheme. It said, "We regret to inform you ........ is unsuccessful.
IPPTthen I had to take my annual IPPT. I failed. At least I saw this coming.
If it's not meant to be so be it. This only open a path to more avenues in life. No regrets. I tried. The comic competition is a good practice. I produce the result in a too short a period of time. The story line is undeveloped and not natural. However, I loved how it turned ouot as it was my first attempt.
As for the SAF thingy. Well, I didn't know if i really wanted it in the first place. I went for the sake of just trying where it leads me too. I learnt that my verbal english sucks. Also need to think on my toes. I might need to find other ways to earn money.
IPPT, it is time to return to my former glory and beyond.
Nothing lost and lesson learnt... still learning.
The Grass in Greener On The Other Side
I live the truth of the saying '
The Grass is Greener on the other side.' This humanly trait is what makes man progressive by nature. The never satisfied nature of man can be a bad thing when he is not thankful of what he has. Take me for example, I would have done anything to get into NYP in the Digital Media Design Course. I even tried for the direct intake. I failed. But I was pleasantly surprised when I actually passed my Humanities subject, Alhamdulillah. And yet, I feel that this achievement is not as hyped up as it used to be.
I am going to play this humanly trait to my advantage. Aim BIG in life. There is so much that I could accomplished and so much I could have. Yearning the 'what I could haves' is another mutation of 'the grass is greener' syndrome. What has passed cannot be changed no matter what. I have the hand to decide my present and future. Understanding this concept is a key to success in life.
The opportunity for me is limitless. I can only grin at the prospect of maximising to my fullest potential.
Cubicle Shot
ONLY IN THE ARMY. Here is a specimen of the army's innovation.
Without Glasses Today
Today in PERGAS class she came without glasses. She is just as beautiful if not better. Still don't know her name. Has a really strong feeling that she was an En-Naeem student. The fact that she is of the same age as me seems to confirms this. Being a NUS student in if I remember engineering... of some sort, she seemed impossible for my reach.
I have a long way to go...
Also, I am doing pretty well today with starving myself. My consuming hydroxycut is doing some sleeping deprivation for me. Woke up for a binge but very much in control, Alhamdulillah. I hope the pressure of returning to school full-time would enable me to lose weight for real and stay that way. It would help me in getting the army scholarship. The interview is the day after tomorrow!!
Posto posto (Not my mail)
I got my enrolment package for my Nanyang Poly DMD course. More things to be done. I'll manage. I will begin my real life soon. That real life is living my life to the fullest like tomorrow. Juggling everything and everything will be wonderful. Of course I am not this naive in reality.
"Life gives you what it thinks you can handle." I just picked up this line in Smallville by Martha Kent from the premiere of season 4. Not that I have not watched it. Just happened to premiere in Channel 5 at a good time slot of 8.30pm.
And So... I was looking through the forms and mum saw a form that was not mine. It belongs to a girl posted to same course as I am. From the looks of it she took the exams as a pirvate candidate as well. So I took the liberty of calling to ask if she had any missing forms. Seems like she has not received the package yet. I might expect a call if she is missing one.
So What's Up?
I started working with my aunt at her stall. Pretty good pay compared to other regular uneducated jobs. The working hours is even shorter. I leave house at 0815 to send my mum to the old stall and reach there at 0840 and head to the new stall at 0900 and start work at 0915 then end at about 1015 and close shop by 1030 reaching the old stall again about 1045 to fetch mum home.
So this is what I will be doing for the next 2 months till school begins for me. Things is not looking any much different in the physcical fitness department. A little low in spirits in the religious department. Have not been reciting the Quran regularly.
Also, I never thought myself as one who cares about my looks. BUT I think the pimple on my face is pulling down my moods lately but this will pass as will other things...
