Wednesday, August 27, 2014

So, Your Friend is a Perfectionist ?

Salam'alaik.

I suck at making introduction so let us just get straight to the point. Who are the perfectionists actually? Well according to Oxford Dictionaries, perfectionist are people who refuse to accept any standard short of perfection. In other words, they want their life to be flawless.

Like in Malaysia's school this perfectionists are often those high ranked prefects strolling the corridors with their shiny blazers and leather shoes while most of the students would turn their heads as to catch the glimpse of that perfecto figure. But of course being a prefect alone won't make you a perfecto unless you are the top students with athletic body, fluent tongue, gentle way of speaking and good looking. And in the college or university life, this perfectionist usually drive cars and wear branded shirts to suit their handsome features, are active in sports and students' council yet still be able to get CGPA 4.00 in the exam.

Being part of the education system, of course I have known many perfectionists. And surprisingly, I like befriend with most of them but there are certain kind of this species that I don't like and whom I stayed away most of the time because believe in me, they are such a pain in the heart.

Ok, most you might be thinking that perhaps I dislike them for being arrogant or rude. You might be thinking of that devilish Draco Malfoy (Tom Felton melts my heart...<3) in Harry Potter series. No, this kind of perfectionists won't do such a thing as insulting a friend in the public, making fun of your body size, mocking the way you walk, or yelling angrily in a crowded place. No, they want to be seen as perfect and courtesy is part of a perfection.

And let's say that you got a tiny piece of that perfection such as being beautiful but not wealthy, having the brain but not the beauty or being a short - tempered athlete, the chance that this perfectionists would stick near you and pretended to be such a loyal and kind hearted friend is higher. But you know what? They are bad mouthing you at the back so that you wouldn't be above them. It is simple actually. This kind of perfectionists is the one I hated most. Like, God blessed you with so many gifts but why are you still being jealous with the small portion He gave to someone else. Life is not a race and not everyone could afford the Ferrari.

And if the case is that you really want to fight. Do it right in front of your competitor's face. Stop being a hypocrite. Because you know, being someone so gifted, people would consider it a bless to befriend you. They know that they have nothing compared to you that you could take advantage of. They told themselves that you would make a very good, loyal and non-perceiving friend because of this reason. And most of the time, you would get very loyal friends.

When searching for a friend, look at their heart not their face. Consider their willingness to help you not how sweet their mouth is. One might seem polite but beware of what they secretly think about you. And if your soul is like me, then you would be in a greater trouble. What kind of soul I am huh? Let me just quote you this so that you would understand how hard it is for me to refrain myself from helping a known backstabber


God help me...Why I couldn't refrain myself from showing affection and being caring to the wrong person.. It is killing me inside... I am not saying that I am that soft kind hearted person, I yell a lot and I throw tantrums to whoever I feel like too. But my cynicism is only applicable to those being rude right in front of my face. As for those softies, they are my soft-spots...  But I know, I need to change or else people would be stepping on my head again and again and again.

Sunday, August 24, 2014

Eighteen and Old-ing !!!

Assalamualaikum and a very good day fellow readers. It had been more than a year that I have been stop blogging. Now that I'm having so much of free time during my sem break, lets start this all over again. Sem Break?? Yeah, I'm having my semester break right now after a short semester of 4 months at UCSI University.Some of you might stop scrolling for a while but I advise you not to start frowning about what the hell UCSI is. Is it in Malaysia or what, government or private institution, what am I doing in there and the list goes on....

UCSI stood for University College of Sedaya International and I am studying in the South Wing of the KL Campus which is located in Cheras, Kuala Lumpur. It is a private institution and I am there because I've got MARA scholarship. I did my foundation there and supposed to be furthering my degree in the field of pharmacy. There are 5 of us there, and we are staying in Angkasa Condominium, Taman Connaught which is about 15 minutes of walk from the campus.

As for those of you who might have not heard about UCSI, don't worry, me neither until I got the scholarship. In fact, I applied for Nottingham University in Semenyih. But, it seems that my luck is not there. And the first time I got the offer letter, it first appeared like "Tahniah, anda telah berjaya...", and I let out a yell of happiness until I saw the institution. I was like "where the hell is this, how come I've never heard of this.. Mom, I don't want to go there.. I asked for Nottingham.. I want Nottingham!!!" And then a week after that, I was officially a student of UCSI University..

It is funny though, how I ended up there, in an international university college with a small minority of Malay students. And the cafe had serve none of the Malay foods that we have to walk and get the food at the stalls outside which turns out to be very very very madly EXPENSIVE!!! You have no idea how I hate KL. The weird taste foods, the prices of the groceries which doubled the prices in Kedah, the taxi's fare, and everything... And the most troubling part is there is no Northern people in here. Which mean no one could accompany me "balik kampung" because those in Southern and Eastern states went back home by bus from "TTS" and Pudu while I need to wait at Hentian Duta. As not to complicate matters because I am all alone, I went back by flight. But the airport is quite far too that my cousin need to fetch me because the taxi drivers are all cheaters.. See how opportunists those in KL are... In Kedah, the taxi drivers even give discount for university students.

As for the next post, I would write about so many tips for my dearly juniors.. Just wait for it.. :D