Bonjour ! Well this is going to be a very long blog entry because I am trying to summarise a whole heap of events into this entry alone. So stay GLUED I say ! Haha.

"The true measure of success is how many times you can bounce back from a failure"

 

It was a very eventful Saturday for me. Unbeknownst to some, I failed my FTT the first time round. I was very firm about passing my BTT, FTT and TP at the very first attempt itself. I mean its a challenge that I had set myself and I wanted to achieve it. So unfortunately, I forgot the date of my first FTT and I had to do a rushed glance at the FTT book and report for the test. It was definitely a herculean task because the FTT is alot more comprehensive than BTT. So I tried my best and my heart broke when I actually got 44/50. Well 45 is the passing mark and I was really so dejected that I failed by a stinky 1 mark. I mean the failure wouldn't have been this pronounced if I had gotten like 40/50 or so but it was so painful to have failed by just a mark. So I had to wait 2 months for a new FTT date. 

So I told all my friends that I will definitely get 50/50 the next time round to avenge for the failed grade at my first attempt of the FTT. Even on the 18th Oct, I was telling Moo that I NEED to get 50/50 and that I will make sure I get it. So I report to BBDC at 11.30 am and I was a little peeved to note that I was allocated to sit beside an Indian girl. I mean the thing about all this tests is the fact that the marks and the word "Pass" or "Fail" appear right on the screen and anyone can look at it. I mean it's my "maana-piratchanai" la ! Hahaha. So I went to my allocated seat and I turned the screen to face me only and I was fucking scared. The instructor told us to raise our hand before clicking on the "end test" and wait for his instruction to end it because if many people were to end the test at the same time, the system would be jammed up. 

So I started on my FTT and I was answering each and every question and along the way I felt that I am not going to get 50/50 and I was starting to feel irritated and suddenly the fear of failing gripped my heart and as I finished the 50th question, I was looking around to see if anyone was raising his hand because I particularly didn't want to instructor to know that I was going to end the test because when you click on the "end test" your results will flash right on your screen the next second. So if you were to raise your hand and let the instructor know that you are going to end the test, obviously a gazillion eyes would be gawking at your screen. I swear I didn't want the unwanted attention - especially if I were going to see a "FAILED" flashed across the screen :P ! Hahaha. 

So I ended the test and I saw a "PASSED" and a "50/50" marks. I swear I wanted to fucking jump up into the air and do a series of somersaults to celebrate. Well passing didn't give me alot of happiness but the fact that my dream of attaining 50/50 came true ! Hahaha. Happiness man. I really like it when I achieve what I had set forth. It simply gives me alot of happiness. So my FTT will expire in 2 years time and I got to book my TP date before that. So ....... my driving licence is going to reach my hand real soon eh ? ;)


So my first Group-based Assignment (GBA) went well. But I swear, it killed me off. 

 

Firstly, alot of people know that I set very high expectations on my own individual work alone and so it's a little tough to work with me. My team mates are like the average students and they were telling me that they would be more than happy to just get a "C" grade and obviously I told them off :p ! Hahahaha, I told them that no matter what, we should be working towards an "A" grade. The question was fucking tough. I swear I was damn lost and my team mates were even more lost. So I did a rough skeleton and I gave them their bits to do. However, the sad part was both my team mates - Cyril misinterpreted the question and gave a whole load of redundant information while Harpal literally copied and pasted a few things off the websites. I was looking through the essay and the question and I realised that we were not meeting the requirements of the essay. So I spent like a few hours trying to break the question to answer them accordingly. The funniest thing was, I myself got confused and I got lost while I was working at it. So each time I got confused, I went to play 2 games on my PSP and came back to look at the question and I was still lost. Hahaha. But somehow I got it and I started to strengthen the essay out with the facts. I literally had to to the introduction, summarize and link the follow-up introductions to the questions, formulate the concepts and link them back to the question, use Harpal's firm as a real-life example and do a critical analysis of the concepts. Phew, I swear, I DIED. I got Harpal to straighten out the part on his firm and since I am a perfectionist, I worked on it all over again despite the fact that my team mates tried their best to iron the contents out. Honestly, it was not a fucking joke to be typing out a 3,600 worded essay. I mean, I am not trying to be arrogant here but its just that my team mates didn't exactly share the same frequency on the essay and it was quite pitiful when they took the wrong information and placed it into the skeleton of the essay. So I on my own taught them the concepts and showed them what the essay required and they got it but it was just a little late as our assignment was nearing the due date. The best part was, Harpal had to work around the clock because some of his vessels were caught by the immigration officers (I can't explain here why) and he had to go without sleep for days and all. Cyril was a little confused on his part because he didn't exactly understand the requirements of the question and so I had to help them out and work it out on my own. But I seriously admire the way Harpal works. I mean he was working around the clock and whenever I sent the drafts for them to view and comment (and edit), Harpal was like the first to look through the essay and comment on his part. Even once I needed Harpal's urgent response on the framework of his firm and I sent him the draft at around 4.30 am and I gave him until 2pm to finish it and he actually did it by 6 am and sent it back to me for review and his work rate actually motivated me to like wake up at 6am and work on the essay right then. So eventually I managed to submit the assignment at 8.30 am on the due date and I literally slept the whole day. I mean I went without proper sleep for 3-4 days because of this assignment and the fact that Harpal was working around the clock and finally I managed to catch some good sleep. 


 
So I did some reflection on my own. Although I was a little annoyed that my groupmates didn't exactly share the same frequency, I believe that I on my own did motivate them to work even harder and to set high aims. I mean Cyril is at a spot where he can be kicked out of school if he scores anything below C and Harpal is only studying for the sake of his father because he already established a strong foothold in his career. So that message from them on our group message really made me feel better. I mean, ok la .... my duty as a leader was fulfilled. I mean there is no "appropriate" time to lead. You got to lead when you got to. So I know I did my part - at least led them to set higher aims and maybe even showed them how to break a fucking-cheebye hard essay question into parts and answer them accordingly. So right now, I really hope I get that "A" grade. 


The time of the year

 

That glory from that celestial beauty. I really think she looked too pretty. She definitely did.

So that was the time of the year when sins would be washed away for a period of time and people would immediately err thereafter. I mean the temple houses a few types of people :- those who are puritanical in nature, the saints-wannabe hypocrites, the practical ones who simply try to balance their moral and immoral acts, the fearful ones who try to seek forgiveness because they don't want to suffer in hell, the angkat-bolas who try to appease their parents, friends, or the society and whatnot. I'm not trying to belittle people but sometimes I always ask this question - what's the point of 'firewalking' this year when you're so going to commit an immoral act the next day ?. I mean c'mon. I definitely know alot of people who fall into that category. I definitely do. Hence, I am very skeptical. But on my own part, I would walk on the fire any fucking day (provided they legalise it for girls to walk on the firepit) because I take a very practical approach to this whole event. I, like every other practical human being am not a saint-wannabe hypocrite but rather someone who is working effortlessly to balance my moral and immoral acts. So once I do realise the fact that the immoral act is indeed immoral, I would conscientiously work towards to eliminate it from all accounts and ensure it remains that way. I mean what to do .... everybody sin in every single way and we cannot exactly judge people who have SINNED in a different way from us, can we ?. The best part is, they say that pure water and filthy water often streams from the same tongue and hence, how can we ensure that our tongues are clean when we're guilty of streaming the filthy water ?. Alot of people miss that concept and assume that they're all so pious because they fire-walk. Please, don't cheat yourself. Face the truth. You don't become a good Christian just by going to a church. You got to act according to the scriptures - and that includes the way you behave at the front stage and the back stage. You do not insult your Mother at home and praise the God in the temple/church or any other religious institutions and call that a moral act. Nope. You're merely cheating yourself :)


 
So I have a huge penchant for CHEESE. I love cheese so much that I've always wanted to change my Facebook name to Vithiya CHEESE Kumar. So finally a friend taught me some old tricks - his was like a healthy trick but I decided to make it unhealthy. So that was for dinner one day. My fave chicken breast cubes done the Indian style, scrambled eggs, bread slices with margarine and of course, MOZZARELLA cheese to seal it off and please, get it melted to savour the sinful delight. And then of course, starve the next day and go for a 10 KM run :P ! 



 
I really like it when people whom I admire give me good compliments. I really admire Nanthekumar because he is definitely one of those guys whom I know who really live life to the fullest. He didn't grow up with a good background and I swear I didn't know anything about his family until I watched his interview on Vasantham. So he came up through the hard way and made it a point to live life to the fullest. He is a high-flyer and definitely a go-getter. So imagine how I felt when he gave me such a nice compliment. Hahha, so I instantly sent him a private message and he's just so fucking nice. He really praised me for everything and told me to work really hard and to achieve it all. Like it really feels so good to have random well-wishers out there. Just feels good. And feels extra good when its your own role-model who praises you :D


So a few days back, I was like caught in a huge fix. I was literally held in a spot. I mean someone from the past decided to message me after a few years of absence and the whole conversation literally took me off the guards. I mean I didn't expect it. I have always avoided such questions but on that day, I decided to be really honest. Like be really honest and upfront instead of running away from it. So I did. 

At this juncture, I realise that its just so easy for me to say a "YES" and I am sure it would definitely end a plethora of woes for me. It would and of course, it would always produce a slap on the faces of those adversaries. I am so sure that it would. 

But then again, matters of the heart confuses us. After a very long time, I heard something really sweet but then again, trust is a big word and I'm off the charts ... totally for a very long time until maybe, that view gets changed. 

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