Hiatus

I took a two-day (unplanned) hiatus from blogging because I was busy (is it?) with Rihlah 1438H and also my mid-terms.

Anyway, many things had happened in the past two days, one being that my 2nd adhoc project, Rihlah 1438H has finally ended! It was a wonderful experience and more of it in an upcoming future blog post (I still have yet to post IAS’s).

Second, mid-terms for CM1401 and LSM1105 is over today! Ahh. It feels amazing to get these two modules, which I was really worried for, over and done with.

InsyaAllah tomorrow, I will be posting the IAS blog post + thoughts and reflections.

Now, with both adhoc down, it is time for me to focus on NUSMS FOC. 🙂

Wish me luck, Hustle, always.

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Third Month of 2017

Hold on to your seats! We are nearing the third month of 2017!

Such fast! Such time! Whatttttt!

It truly felt as if time flew past by too quickly. I still have yet to get my bearings right though I’m glad I can finally allocate more time to my studies.

Unfortunately, however, my mid-terms are coming up next week and 5 weeks-ish after that would be my Finals thus, there really isn’t much time to waste.

I guess this post is just to check in with what I have achieved thus far, to reflect on the two months that had passed.

I’m sure some of you already know that I set New Year’s Resolutions. This year, however, is just an extension of last year’s which is to continue to improve my creative skills and be more proactive in seeking out knowledge and volunteering. So, I did just that. In the first two months (more of a continuation of last year), I was a part of Islam Awareness Series 2017 and coming soon, Rihlah 1438H. Both I consider as volunteering. I also joined FOC 2017 (I just couldn’t resist) which is currently in its planning stages.

I’m still pretty active in Silat (hmm… though fitness has yet to improve). However, I’ve begun to neglect my powerlifting training, pushing time and effort into the ad-hocs and my studies.

Deep down, I guess what I’m trying to find are opportunities, opportunities to go higher in university and in life, opportunities that will make me into a better person and bring me closer to my dream.

Well, all of that looks fine and dandy but I have to always remind myself that I’m a student first and studies should always be prioritised.

Okay.

Just a small update on lifestyle. I’m still trying to get a hang on the long days and short nights (coffee helps a bit). With regards to creativity, I’m falling short and missed an amazing opportunity to shoot for a competition because of the upcoming examinations. However, I’m sure there’ll be much more to come.

Exercise is currently on a seesaw. Fitness dropping, stamina too. I would need to revise on my scheduling.

I guess that’s all for now. I have a few projects coming soon and I will keep this blog updated.

It’s All About The Hustle. Always.

 

 

Mirror, Mirror, Who Am I?

What do you see when you look into the mirror?

What does the reflection tell you about the person you’re looking at?

Is that you or is that a shadow of the person who could’ve been you?

Who is that person looking back at you?

When I look into the mirror, I see a person of capabilities, a person with talents just waiting to be realised. I also see a person who had shortchanged himself, a person who took things for granted, a person who is just a shadow of what he could’ve been if he had worked harder.

And it disappoints me… every day.

 

 

Long, deep conversations

There’s beauty in long, deep conversations.

If I were to have a favourite type of conversation, it would be long, intense, intimate conversations. Those are the conversations that allows one to pour out their souls, their hopes, dreams and aspirations.

Those conversations are the key to getting to know someone truly deeply.

In Singapore, we call those conversations, Heart to Heart Talks (HTHT). It is a common practice here during camps, suppers, or just in simple gatherings of close friends. I guess it was set as an intention to get to know people on a whole new level from strangers which hopefully will turn into friends.

For me, such conversations give me a mushy, fuzzy feeling inside. An emotion that I truly love and embrace. I guess it stems from my fascination of knowing someone else, especially someone new. It allows me to get to know someone’s perspective, ideas, thoughts and priorities. But I guess, it is much deeper than that. In afterthought, maybe, it might have been a way for me to see the state of my life, to listen to their experiences and learn from their lessons. To reap some sort of benefit and apply it into my life.

Yesterday, I had one of such conversations. I totally dived deep into it, fascinated (as I always was) about his life stories and things that I would never have known if not for such conversations. And one thing that I learnt from it is that, sometimes, caring too much isn’t good. Once one sees an opportunity, one should dive straight into it without much care for what happens next. One has to do that in order to prevent analysis paralysis.

It was an amazing conversation and it would’ve continued late into the night if we weren’t rushing to get home.

There’s a lesson behind all of this. It is that intellectual or just pure honest conversations can really build strong connections between people.

And one should always strive to do that.

I will.

 

We are all humans with limited capabilities.

All of us are just humans with limited capabilities. We are not perfect nor will we ever be perfect.

But then, how do we grow to reach that limited potential that we actually have?

Through listening to the advice of the generations before, by making right the things that they’ve made wrong, to not repeat their mistakes ever again.

I believe that each new generation builds up from the generations before them and each new generation leverage those lessons that have been compiled for them.

So, I guess, the lesson for me today is to listen to the advice of seniors and people that have gone through the journey, to not be full of myself, to remain humble even if I just so happen to be more knowledgeable (rarely happens but you get the point).

Restart

 

Restart over.

You know, most of the time, I hope that the blog post I write is a one time wonder, meaning, to just write once and get it over and done with.

However, sometimes it isn’t, like this one.

It took me several starting sentences which I then proceeded to delete them. Why? Because I just couldn’t continue on that train of thought. I mean, I had the idea of what to write but no real concrete structure to what I wanted to write.

The easy days are those that allowed me to vomit out a post that is beautifully structured, precise and clean.

But today wasn’t one of those days.

Anyway, what I just wanted to say is that I had a hard time thinking of what to write. Inspiration hasn’t struck me yet. Or should I strike inspiration? (Hmm…)

I guess, sometimes, we just have to restart over and over again. To begin from scratch and maybe, we can get a better result than before.

Oh well.

A quick update: I watched Hacksaw Ridge yesterday and even though I am right to suspect overdramatization and the like, the acts of Desmond Doss is nothing short of heroic and pure bravery.

 

 

 

I write…

Oh my. I want to write so bad, I could feel my mind ticking for every moment that passes.

My fingers itched to slam down my thoughts onto that keyboard, to hear the beautiful clicking and tapping of the keys.

I couldn’t wait to share with the world, my ideas, my inspiration and my eureka moments. I. just. could. not. wait.

Therefore, as if I have an idea that could change the current paradigm of the world, I began to type.

But who am I kidding?

I ain’t Charles Darwin with years of knowledge, scientific research and adventures to back up his theory.

I ain’t Plato with philosophical ideas and stories that could wreck havoc in the minds of 20-year-olds today.

I ain’t George R.R. Martin with a creative mind that can build worlds that beautify the minds of readers.

I’m just a blogger, a passionate wannabe writer, a creative-in-progress.

Why would anyone want to listen to my ideas, my thoughts, my perspective for I have no credentials nor a reputable reputation?

I guess, I just love the feeling of typing, of sharing, of clearing my mind of the daily baggage of ideas and creativity. It does not matter if no one reads it. It truly doesn’t matter.

I write because ultimately, it is for the past me, the current me and the future me.

Maybe one day I’ll be good enough move up a level, to step out of the blogosphere and into real writing. Maybe.