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In this world, there is no perfect or imperfect.&lt;/div&gt;
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It is a measure in which is self-defined. As a perfectionist, I may not be happy with what others consider "perfect". At the same time, I never think of myself as perfect. Not even near. Thus, I conclude that it is just our conception on something. And sometimes, we just need to set our mindset in a way that perfection is achievable in our own standards. It is the perfection of imperfection or imperfection of perfection (depends on how you want to decipher it) that makes something or someone perfect.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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"Everything is imperfect, therefore, everything is perfect."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4481753937440847165-3757904353543002421?l=ivan-iamblessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Our life is like a stretch of endless road.&lt;/div&gt;
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Within this endless road lies intersections of traffic.&amp;nbsp;We never know when it will be congested and when it will not be. And within this system, there are no traffic lights, whatsoever. The only way to control the traffic is by the flow itself. Hence, if there is a flaw in the system, the traffic will become chaotic and accidents happen. As we know, nothing in life is perfect. Thus, this system is bound to fail and that is when we experience the downsides of life.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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GOD, I'm so CONGESTED with life.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Can you spare me a traffic light to control this traffic flow for just a moment?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4481753937440847165-6607826395829687725?l=ivan-iamblessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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First post since I've been in UTAR~!&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Its been almost 2 weeks that I've been in a new environment.&lt;/div&gt;
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I've enrolled in a university that is know by many but understand by few. Most people know the university only by its name, University Tunku Abdul Rahman (UTAR). The uni is still relatively young and the location of my campus is quite secluded in a small town called Kampar in the state of Perak, about an hour away from Ipoh.&lt;/div&gt;
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Though not my first choice, might as well be the last,&lt;/div&gt;
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I am beginning to feel that this place is quite serene and to my liking. Life here could be much simpler than the previous chapters of my life. I can set my own pace and make sure I do not stray from my goal - to get education and a way to break away from the cycle on which I'm stuck within. In other words, I am glad I can finally get a taste of higher learning despite the dramas before.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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All the horrible things that I've heard about this place&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
vanished just as the anger and disappointment in the chamber within me have slowly faded. Instead, cycling along the lakeside made me feel free.&amp;nbsp;Unarguably, nature is one of the best cures. UTARians are proud of this campus and we call it the UTAR Lakeside campus - we have not one but two lakes. Though the weather is a little bit weird but everything else is good. The faculties are well equipped, stylish buildings, a large beautiful library, etc etc. What else could I ask for?&lt;/div&gt;
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It is a norm where an institute have many students&lt;/div&gt;
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produces a number of good results, a bigger number of average results and a considerable number (higher than good, lower than average) of bad results. The public perception lies only on the latter two as they are the larger portion of the number. However, those who did well are really the creme de la creme in their field of study. Our university care less about publicity because it is not necessary. They are not making much profit from the students as the education provided are for the lower earning class. Cheap and affordable education.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
As for the lecturers,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
there are quite many of them here. Most of them are doing their&amp;nbsp;PhD's&amp;nbsp;and some of them are professors. Though some of them have a relatively poor command in English, they really have the heart and soul in teaching. The best thing for me is the lecturers that are doing their PhD research - they allow a window of opportunity for me to get involved in their work and gain valuable experience. As for now, I am taking all social science and business subjects. Boring as they are, they might come in handy when I start my career. We complain but at the same time we are aware of the usefulness of the subjects. That is just how humans operate.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Anyways, I think I gonna enjoy my life here.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
Whether it is a year or 3, my time here will not be wasted. Must live my life to the fullest and enjoy my new life as an UTARian. We are benevolent dictators of our own life, we rule the kingdom within our heart and soul. Thus, we must learn to protect the kingdom, keep the morale high and make sure life is good no matter what is thrown at us!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4481753937440847165-3576923043839565799?l=ivan-iamblessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I've been so bored the past few weeks.&lt;/div&gt;
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Figured that I'll do a little experiment&amp;nbsp;code-named&amp;nbsp;AFFb; Away From Facebook.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;u&gt;Problem statement&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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How many notification and messages will I get when I'm away from Facebook for a week?&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;u&gt;Hypothesis&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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The number of notification and messages will be the multiplication by seven times to the average daily number of notification and messages.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;u&gt;Apparatus &amp;amp; Materials&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Laptop, internet connection, my Facebook account&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;u&gt;Variables&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Constant : My Facebook account&lt;/div&gt;
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Manipulated : Login time in Facebook, a week away.&lt;/div&gt;
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Responding : Number of notification and messages.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;u&gt;Procedure&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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1. Login Facebook for 2 consecutive days.&lt;/div&gt;
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2. Record the number of notification and messages.&lt;/div&gt;
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3. Logout Facebook and stay away from it for a week.&lt;/div&gt;
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4. Login Facebook and record the number of notification and messages.&lt;/div&gt;
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5. The datas are tabulated.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;u&gt;Datas&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Day 1 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Day 2 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Day 9&lt;/div&gt;
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Number of notifications &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;2 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;3 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;6&lt;/div&gt;
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Number of messages &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;0 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; 0 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; 2&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;u&gt;Conclusion&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
The number of notification and messages that I get in a week is not equal to the multiplication by seven of my average daily number of notification and messages. The hypothesis is not acceptable.&lt;/div&gt;
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Gosh. I'm so lifeless.&lt;/div&gt;
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Practice makes perfect.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
A person who fails regularly will make the perfect failure.&lt;/div&gt;
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But failure is the first step towards success.&lt;/div&gt;
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So when that person is the perfect failure, it is only the first step.&lt;/div&gt;
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Then it is the process that matters most and we should enjoy it.&lt;/div&gt;
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Means he must enjoy failing.&lt;/div&gt;
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Success is a mere product.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Man, my journey is only at the beginning of the first step.&lt;/div&gt;
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Long way to go.&lt;/div&gt;
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There are nights which I just couldn't get myself to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;
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When I close my eyes, I could see that hopeless boy who can't do anything to change his life and couldn't move on. Then I look deeper into this figure and realise I'm actually looking at myself. Life is cruel when you're at the wrong end of it. We've got to fight long and hard for what we want. At the end, we're not sure what we could get from the battles we've fought.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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The glorious victories are all but fruitful.&lt;/div&gt;
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The gains are temporary and the fame doesn't last. Look at your life and think again. What are dreams that we once dreamed? What was the goal that we wanted to achieve? What was the path that we've set our foot on? What is ahead?&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I am estranged and confined in a puny space of nothingness.&lt;/div&gt;
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As hard as I could try, the shackles will only tightens. The key is within grasp but it was just a mirage created by pure imagination of a boy who are beaten, tired and wanting to get himself out of this mess. What is the use of a big heart when it is not meant for this petty world? What is worthy when everything else doesn't matter? And what is going on with life?&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
I need an answer!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
Please give an answer to my life!&lt;/div&gt;
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Show me where I went wrong!&lt;/div&gt;
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I'm&amp;nbsp;asphyxiating in this radical state!&lt;/div&gt;
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Life is really miraculous.&lt;br /&gt;
It is a smooth sail for some. And for the rest, it is nothing less than a ride at Hades' backyard. You'll be tempted, trialed and tempered in the fire of Hell. Nothing you do seems to be easy. Each time you see the shores, only to realize that it is another deserted island with hungry demons waiting to cut the flesh out of your skin one piece at a time.&lt;br /&gt;
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Understanding that staying idle will not help,&lt;br /&gt;
you paddled across the endless sea. Under the roaring sea are shadows of vicious creatures with tentacles, fins and jaws waiting for a meal. Soon, your energy runs, dehydration sets in and delusions seems like reality. Finally you collapsed under exhaustion. The world seems much better as you're drifting in your semi-conscious state. Your thoughts are the acme of power and everything that you've ever dreamed are all happening at the second that it crosses your mind. The sky's the limit! At this moment, you feel all suffering and pain is gone.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Life is miraculous.&lt;br /&gt;
Suddenly you heard a loud bang and shaken you out of your fake euphoria. Reluctantly, you open your eyes and saw a beam of bright silvery light over the horizon. Home is right in front of your face. Your family waiting at the doors, excitement written on their face. You sprinted like you've never felt the firm grounds before and your mother gracefully open her arms like an angle spreading her wings to embrace you in her warmth. Stunned, you felt blood shots in your eyes as if you're staring at the eyes of Medusa with six inch of hard cold steel piercing through your stomach.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As it turned out,&lt;br /&gt;
everything was nothing more than an&amp;nbsp;illusion. Your mind was playing tricks on you. The home that you saw was a thick forest and your family members are individual trees. That you've sprinted towards a tree trunk and had your stomach ripped by a splint of a remaining branch. However, the physical pain were not felt. Instead, a sharp, intense torment of all hopes are lost was the only feeling that can be felt. You dropped down on your knees and felt on your side. Curled like a baby in a mother's womb, you were shivering like a robbery victim that was stabbed and left to die a slow, lonely death.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Slowly but surely,&lt;br /&gt;
your mind slips into emptiness. Everything seems to have come to an abrupt pause - the breeze stopped blowing, the water seized flowing, the leaves suspended in mid air. Like a faulty television, your vision begun to turn grey, blurry with occasional lapses. Your body creeps from shivering cold to numb and finally to&amp;nbsp;nothingness.&amp;nbsp;You can hear nothing but the fading beats of your weakening heart desperately trying its best to pump blood to your brains.&amp;nbsp;The volume knob twisted to less than a whisper. The world turned ever so silent. Nothing seen, nothing felt, nothing heard, nothing seems to add up. NOTHING! Pitch black.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Am I dead?"&lt;br /&gt;
That was the last thing in mind. As you were sinking into your "death", you had ignored a feeble, minute bark. A bark so familiar that it ringed in your head with a steady increasing intensity. Eventually the barking brought you back to your senses. At the end, you realize that it was your dog barking at the early rubbish truck. It feels so good that it was all but a dream.&lt;br /&gt;
LIFE IS MIRACULOUS.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I find it funny how my life worked out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In everything I do, I started off with a bang then I slowly fades away into shadows of nothingness. Perhaps I'm designed that way? Like a processor designed to last for a certain amount of time before it starts to heat up and slows down?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thinking back, I am bemused with my actions in the past.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There are things that I've done which are silly, some malicious and some are for what the heck. To the account, I've done little things that are correct or appropriate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its scary when I ask myself "what if?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What if I never joined anything back in high school? Not giving anyone a chance to sabotage me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What if I've never break down back then? Could I have done better academically?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What if I've chosen not to take A-levels? Maybe I'm better off?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All of these shows how weak and insecure I really am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is nights like this that will soon drive me crazy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4481753937440847165-8484502586060711023?l=ivan-iamblessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Few days back,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've read an article about depression and found out that I have a few symptoms that are stress related. First of all, I've hypersomnia (sleeping extensive hours) paired with insomnia (unable to sleep at night). My usual sleeping hours are between 3-4am to 1-2pm. Nasty stuff. Then, joint pains especially the knee and ankles. Thirdly, deterioration of memory - I often forget things that I want to say or said by others. And finally, a feeling of laziness (yes, it is stress related) in everything I do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thinking back,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am actually giving myself an excuse not to do things. Blame it on the scholarship, don't do anything cause you're not feeling like doing it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The scholarship is not the only thing in life! Its crucial but hey, you've loads of stuff waiting for you! Your bicycle is left idle, half repaired. Your brains is rusty and in need of refreshment. Your house have stuffs to be fixed. Get your lazy ass off the coach and do some work!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Indeed my confidence are running low.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like a basketball match, I need to call a timeout - to regroup, reset and boast morale. I've teammates that are always there for me. It is not the end even if we loses out. The utmost importance is that we never gave up and fought till the end. Set my life straight and continue fighting. There is no need to fear the future for we are the ones that make them possible. Life might be a bitch but we're living it anyways. So, why not making the best out of it? I'm not giving up. Everything you throw at me can shake but not shatters me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4481753937440847165-7065035547324943804?l=ivan-iamblessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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What I say seems to be wrong for people around me. People are telling me of how selfish I am and of how relentless I am. Some even say that what I believe is of fantasy and I never face reality as I should.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was once obsessed with stepping out of Kelvin's shadow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was not the desired life that I have. The idea became an obsession that backfired and had me licking my wounds - it took me a year to get back on my feet. From that day forth, I told myself I will live my life as how I've desired all the while - become a researcher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I knew the road to reach my goal would be hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've always told myself to make every hardship a stepping stone to success. Life's a game and I can't afford to lose now because there are no checkpoints that I can save and restart a chapter again. I've went this far and finally my endeavors are acknowledged by an university of high reputation. However, my journey is put into a long and painful halt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I clinch onto the prospect of getting into UCL tightly and unwilling to give up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now, people tell me that is wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some even told me to give it up. Perplexed, I am unsure of what life will I live if its not going down the path that I've weaved through the years. What is a life if everything you envisioned vanish? Everything that you've worked for crumbled, rubble under the carnage of failure. Life would suck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've tried so hard to be ordinary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just want to study! Why must my life be so hard that each step taken, a boulder adds on my shoulder? Can life be more polite to me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4481753937440847165-51615404819849857?l=ivan-iamblessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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The shadows of silence are engulfing my soul from every nook and corners. The longer I wait for an answer, the worst it gets - I am starting to fear of what might happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Long has it been gone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the young optimistic 10-year old boy who believed in every single dream he can dream of. What is left is the 20-year old pessimist who is afraid to dream. 10 years are enough to break his faith - his believes on how man are suppose to grab hold of their life and serve his purpose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In this 10 years,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've gone through many things. Some of them fun, some happy and most are harsh. I've been on the top and fall to the brink of breaking down but none can be compared to now. I standing on the point to decide how my life should be and I am afraid I might have chosen the wrong path. Instead of doing what I am good at, I've decided to do what I want to do - insisting to study science.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A few days ago,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tracy (my lady boss) asked me why my sales have gone south. I told her that there are not many walk-in customers. The fact is, I am starting to doubt my life. My working experience at a few places have made me think; What if my life ends up like this? I couldn't bear being a sales person to earn a living. I don't want to live a life like this. Having to live whilst taking advantage of others are definitely not my ideal. Or perhaps my "ideals" can never be achieved?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even in that 10 years,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my life have been much easier. Even when I was sabotaged by people, I could stand up. Even when I was a subject of hatred and prejudice, I couldn't care less. But this uncertainty, its pinning me down and giving me no chance to retaliate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To think of what is there for me makes me shiver.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What if I can't get a scholarship? What if I can't get into any universities? What if I have to use my parents' money to study? Can mom and dad afford to pay for my studies? What happens if I can't continue studying?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am wondering where the optimist have gone to..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This walls of the endless pit is cold. Is there an end to the pit or is there something that I can grab on and pull myself out? I doubt the both.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4481753937440847165-5709898273302928284?l=ivan-iamblessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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