I can't wait for December as it is probably my favorite month. Free of assignments and obligations, well most of it. It's a time where you just sit back and enjoy life doing anything that pleases you without having to feel the guilt of doing... nothing? Weird huh? A little contradicting but I think it kind of make sense. Sadly, that could be true for only one last time. I officially finished my last academic semester on the 26th of November after taking my final exam paper which means that there's only one thing left to do, work. I remember a few months ago I was so into starting a new life that I was anticipating the end of college. I had all these things planned up in my mind, tons of missions and goals which I want to share with you guys some other time. However, something happened recently that led me to reflect on my life, my laptop crashed.
What's the big deal right?
Everyone's laptop seems to go through this phase sometime in their lifecycle right?
Well, it just so happened that mine chose to crash at the most strategic time which was right after I lost my thumbdrive. You see, my thumbdrive was where I kept copies or backups of everything which are important, including my dissertation. Noticed the connection now?
Laptop Crashed + Lost Thumbdrive = No Dissertation = No Honors
(Conspiracy Theory)
It was one of the most hardest(redundancy to emphasize on the severity) things to digest and most likely the worst thing to happen to me this year. I used the the phrase 'most likely' as the year has yet to end, not that I'm looking forward to something even "BADDER" happening to me of course (okay, I should stop jinxing myself). As I said, it happened at the most strategic time because I just lost my thumbdrive not long then and did I mentioned my exam was on the following weekday itself? I was so depressed that I kept asking myself why does it(my laptop) have to crash at this time? I started to blame it on so many factors. Heck, I even went to the extent of blaming technology for conspiring to ruin my career. I tried to be rational after sometime as I needed to concentrate on my studies but my mind just wasn't ready to accept the fact that my 6 months of hard work was going into the drain, just in a snap. After contemplating on the various ways to solve this problem, I decided that I just can't go through this whole crap alone so I called dad who in turn called a technician who ended up calling me... sigh. I was then informed by the technician that my data will have a high success rate of recovery if I managed to convert my laptop into a portable hard disk by pressing some buttons which I did and was successful. I was then told to bring my laptop to the nearest service centre which was in The Gardens@MidValley for the technician to retrieve my data. Hope, I thought to myself. As luck would have it, the technician was on leave so I was told to leave my laptop for further diagnosis when he is back.
Hope can sometimes be cruel. As easy as someone may come into possession of it, it is also as easy for it to vanish into thin air. After all, hope is something that is intangible nonetheless powerful.
The next day, right before I sat for my second paper, I got a call from the customer service confirming that my data was officially gone because my hard drive was totally kaput. Again that news couldn't had came at a more strategic time. So much for the well wishes... That night I thought about the incident for a very long time until it hit me that because of one research paper my life was in a total mess. Is this it? Is this my life? So much emphasis placed on wanting to excel in studies, to have the best career and recognition? Not that all of it isn't important but I shouldn't have based my life on something so fragile that once it was gone I was left in the dark. This last semester was so messed up and everything was done in such a competitive atmosphere, I didn't have the chance to slow down and realize that I didn't sign up for this course to win the "best student of the decade" title. I remembered that I enrolled in this course because it was simply my passion, something I could relate to. People who know me well know that I sucked at nearly everything related to science, or nearly everything related to our country's education system. Simply put it this way, I'm not booksmart! Therefore, my course was more or less the most suitable path for me as it was more to creativity, logic and analysis rather than the plain old memorizing facts that I loathe. However, because of my self impose "competitive" nature, I kind of lose the gist of my choice in this course.
Come this January, my life as an intern will commence in Hilton, KL. In the mean time I've got lots of changes to do in terms of setting my life missions and goals. Life in general is so predictable, first you graduate then you work and build your career, popped up a kid or two then you retire and wait for your turn to decompose. I for one do not want to be stuck in this repetitive cycle of life. I want to devote more time to my family, friends and god. I want to do something different and unexpected. After all, I am by nature.. different.
That night itself, I recalled what my father told me. He asked me to pray that everything would be okay as god works in mysterious ways. I guess he was right. I was able to recover my transcripts through e-mail and my lecturer granted me an extension on the dateline. I even found extra info for my research that I might have overlooked if I had not lost my original copy. Most importantly, the incident gave me a new perspective on life. I know now who to build my life on. Now I just need to move my lazy ass and start making some changes.
This will be my last post... before I change my layout duh... Hence I'm ending this entry without wondering about anything because I think the picture is clear, I managed to find treasures amongst the shipwreck.
