Sometimes you look back in life regretting the decisions that you have made, wondering where would you be if you took the other path. Sometimes you look back and send a silent prayer to God, thanking him for the wisdom to choose wisely. Sometimes you look back fondly at the triumphs in your life, reveling in pride of your achievements and inflating your ego ever so slightly. But sometimes you look back not at choices that you've made, nor the triumphs in your life. It is not defeat, which indicates that you have tried your best, but rather the lack of it. The meek surrender, the absence of fight, the carelessness in disregarding the need for urgency; these are the moments that will haunt you for the rest of your lives.
Numbers. What a strange thing to have in this world. Just as alphabets allows us to form words that we communicate with each other and convey our thoughts and opinions, numbers allow us to quantify things. Alphabets can form words that are cruel to hear, and numbers too, in different circumstances can be cruel.
75. That represents the magic number I once needed, but failed to achieve. My failure was that I achieved 74. Cruel? Yes indeed. But what did I do about it? I accepted my failure meekly as I have in the past. Should I have fought more? Should I have moved Heaven and Earth? It matters not. I look back now and regret that I did only one thing. Nothing.
97. This represents the new magic number I now need, at least for the foreseeable future. Can I do the impossible? But why would I put myself in such torment? I regret.
Can it be done? It seemed impossible. But I am inspired by a desire to prove certain people wrong. Even if it was borne out of anger and resentment.
Time to bring my A-game. 97, I'm coming to get you. I'll move Heaven and Earth if I have to.
Me and my buddy Dikiat!
I couldn't find a picture of my own so there you go. The guy in the black T-shirt :)
Tuesday 23 July 2013
Monday 18 March 2013
The Little Things That She Forbids
The new semester has only just started a couple of weeks and I already cannot wait for my graduation. Is university life really that bad? No. On the contrary, I believe it is the happiest period in my entire existence. But like all good things there comes bad things, and as usual, it originates from her.
By now you should know who I'm talking about. Today I would like to share with you a glimpse of my life. Most of my friends think that they know how strict she is. But I guess their perception is wrong. Strictness has nothing to do with her behavior. Paranoid is a much better word.
We have had some pretty big clashes before, all of them for little things that you guys take for granted in real life. I see how eager my friend, Jamie wants to go back to her hometown and I wonder when will I ever feel the same way about mine. Not soon judging by today's event.
So there was this Engineering Leadership Program (ELP) that I applied. I spent hours answering their questions and completing the application form, days trying to prepare for the interview once I was shortlisted, but now she act as if I need her permission to accept the offer? Based on what grounds? That if I join this program my semester break plans will change? That I will have to stay back? But I already told her that and she knew it from day 1! Then she said:" I did not give you the permission to join up, I just said try to apply and if you're offered we'll see." I was literally stunned, like a man who suffered concussion I struggled to comprehend her words. My brain felt like it was being plunged into an ice cold bath as my chain of thoughts completely shattered while my speech mechanism temporarily malfunctioned.
Time and time again her capacity to exert control made me lose my temper, but this time it only succeeded in making me sad.I know now that freedom lies with my graduation, and I am struck with the revelation that she will never change, and I will never feel how my friend felt as long as she stays the same.
By now you should know who I'm talking about. Today I would like to share with you a glimpse of my life. Most of my friends think that they know how strict she is. But I guess their perception is wrong. Strictness has nothing to do with her behavior. Paranoid is a much better word.
We have had some pretty big clashes before, all of them for little things that you guys take for granted in real life. I see how eager my friend, Jamie wants to go back to her hometown and I wonder when will I ever feel the same way about mine. Not soon judging by today's event.
So there was this Engineering Leadership Program (ELP) that I applied. I spent hours answering their questions and completing the application form, days trying to prepare for the interview once I was shortlisted, but now she act as if I need her permission to accept the offer? Based on what grounds? That if I join this program my semester break plans will change? That I will have to stay back? But I already told her that and she knew it from day 1! Then she said:" I did not give you the permission to join up, I just said try to apply and if you're offered we'll see." I was literally stunned, like a man who suffered concussion I struggled to comprehend her words. My brain felt like it was being plunged into an ice cold bath as my chain of thoughts completely shattered while my speech mechanism temporarily malfunctioned.
Time and time again her capacity to exert control made me lose my temper, but this time it only succeeded in making me sad.I know now that freedom lies with my graduation, and I am struck with the revelation that she will never change, and I will never feel how my friend felt as long as she stays the same.
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