Sticky Keys

With impending might, the first wave of finals is about to come crashing. And yet the inertia of bad habits remain unsolved. Depending on who you ask breaking a habit or forming new ones take 21 to 66 days. But in this critical moment, we should at least attempt to recalibrate your mind right? Finding motivation is hard, so we shouldn't depend on it. And yet most of us fall victim to the norm, we lack resolve to follow through on goals we ourselves has set. Motivation like "Iman" comes and goes. But discipline though hard to forge is what will override the gaps that the fleeting feelings give us. Maybe that's why Allah and his prophet (peace be upon him) has simplified religion is the 5 pillars. Growing up many times we are conditioned to keep praying despite how you are as a person, what sins you commit in your down time. A friend of mine the other day told me what matters is that you do the dos even if you do the don'ts because in the long-run you'll see...

Deserted. That's what this blog has become. Alienated and isolated from people. Guess it has no relevance, except maybe on the few occasions I'm diligent enough to pen out my thoughts. Maybe not even my thoughts, a facade but still a medium to vent and I guess if this blog is and forever will be a medium to vent I've come to terms with that. Funny how things change. At the very beginning of my blogging 'career', I wanted to talk bout my unique experiences inspire and analyse a lot of issues. Hell, maybe even make money. Now its an emotional dump. Change being hilarious, plays cruel jokes too. Funny how someone who meant so much to you before is now a stranger, and funnier still is the nonexistent punchline. No reason, if there is its flimsy, if there is it's questionable. Time heals and memories age and alter. And yet do you want it to? Pain is a 'fitrah'(privilege of living), like how happiness is as well. We experience, we learn, then adapt. I...

When college comes to mind you start thinking(or at least I do) freedom, adulthood, the time of your life. Or probably the frequently assumed Spring breakers or pictures of crazy times form in your mind. This is not at all the case, not with our Malaysian system, not with the adopted British system of education I'm going through. A-levels is an entirely different ballgame all together, the subjects are getting tougher and more thorough. The time constraints are getting tougher, and expectations are rising exponentially. With that said, a paradigm shift I believe is in order. Your centre of gravity has to be reestablished. High school was amazing. A time to push your limits and learn the most from the mistakes you can afford. Befriend all, form bonds that will last a lifetime, get your heart broken on puppy love once or twice. All is possible, enjoy all the perks that come with it. Hold loads of posts, manage all the events you want and neglect studies till the very last minute ...

Guess I'm back, i know i promised myself to maintain this blog and seems as if i've broken my own promise. But better late than never eh? People blog for many reasons, to express ideas, to preach, to gloat, to bitch and sometimes just to go into a vacuum from the real world moving around you to reflect on all the shit thats been happening. Obviously we all need a break from reality once in a while. You can do and say whatever you want, and though you might be subjected to public scrutiny who da hell cares? the beauty of having a blog is no matter what you post it will have a positive impact on its readers cause in all sense you have a sneak peak on another persons life, widening your horizon. If they don't like it, reject my ideas and move on. no harm done. Dont need to spell check or care bout grammar nazi's, your doing this blog for you, then postla whenever you feel like it. In that sense i shouldn't even be obliged to maintain the blog then do i? Express...

With hopeful eyes, limitless words of encouragement and countless condolences after the dust settles; those are collegians. Far too many times it has ended seemingly in vain especially so during HKSBP. I am disappointed, the school is disappointed that I ended my career none the wiser. First and foremost, I want to thank the school for giving me countless opportunities to excel and deliver pride for my beloved college. I want to thank the teachers and HM Anand for guiding me and lending words of advice at times of hardship. I want to thank my teammates in the debate squad; we worked together and had our fair share of triumphs and defeats. I want to thank all collegians for remaining united and strong through whatever the upheaval; all juniors, seniors, teachers and especially batchmates. You make everything worthwhile… But I’m sorry, I have been a disappointment. I felt as if I’ve failed. I know I could’ve worked harder, I know I could’ve used a better strategy and...

What was in the interviewers mind and mine was like sky and earth. I came, I understood and I learnt. None of which changed the past but has the capability of changing my future conquest. And thus has been said the learning curve. Anyway, I initially thought being confident and staging a play to give a positive perception to people would mean 70 percent of my goal is in the bag. But apparently I didn’t apply to life as much as I hoped. I didn’t used to be like this, but I guess I wore the mask for so long that it became my face and thus a part of me. And theres no problem being being full of energy and confident as long as you stay within boundaries. By boundaries in this context is the setting, interview mode on. Things I shouldn’t have done: 1)       Greeting them with a ‘hey guys’-airgo treating them as old friends. -exactly what I did when I first entered Dr. H meeting room where he then introduced himself as a well established economist work...

Strong feelings trigger the kind of motivation needed to achieve leaps and bounds. Though this blog may not be the ultimate success to celebrate about, it’s still a pretty big deal for me. But I regret to inform you the source of my sudden epiphany is nothing to cheer about, but of course everybody deserves a slap from life every now and then. Mine however came from a bank. No, I will not unleash my sob story. No, I will not hate on the others who was fortunate enough to clasp it. And no, I will not tell you to give up on life because it’s unfair. Because well, ultimately, it is.  But since I'm already ranting about it I will counter-weigh it with a few dedication; Congrats to all who got the BNM scholarship! Esp my good friends Edda, Aimran, Faidzal Faudzi, Zaryff, Hafiz and the golden Aiman Sabeh. You guys deserve it :) Coming back, With everything there is there is always a learning curve and probably I have not been following the coordinates. Using my own mor...