As soon as I reached the main lobby, I would rush to the lift. Some days its full and I ought to wait for the next lift while some it’s a stroll taking it to the second floor. On the second floor, I would go about thirty steps to check the master timetable. Then, usually the class would be on the same floor or I would take a couple flight of stairs to the third floor and find the venue there. In class, my sleeping hours the previous night would determine my focus to the subject. At times, I would be sitting straight and jotting notes. Contrast to the good days, I would make my thick textbook as a pillow as the desk became my bed for a drowsy class. What a nuisance in a student’s life. In between the classes, the recess is at one until two. Between those hours, I would get lunch, perform my prayers and socialize with whom I’m having lunch with. My circle in lunch is a few friends that I could share my opinion with.

My classes would end at half past four in the evening most of the days. I then took the scheduled bus to reach back to the hostel. When arrived at my room, I would take the chance to lie down and just relaxed. Some days I chose to read books while others I put on music while scrolling my phone. The latter is the obvious option. At five, it’s my cue to sweat a little. I would take my jumping rope and do a little routine for about 15 minutes. Then I do exercise steps that I learned from the web. It’s quite hard to be consistent because I tend to have lazy days but we all need to sacrifice our time for the better. After finishing my workout, I would take a quick shower and do my assignments if any.

At night, I would spend my time on my part time job. I usually took off at eight and finished my shift at twelve. I work as a barista at a fast food chain. It’s quite challenging for the first few weeks because I never had the experience but it came to my likings to spend my nights there. Most of my co-workers are friendly and helpful and some could be quite a handful but it’s all in a day’s work. Our principle there is serve from the heart. I try my best to be polite and friendly to all the customers while I steam milk for their preferred coffees. My job is a wonderful extend to my life as a student as it gives me a new perspective to work harder to achieve balance and success. 

My day ends when I lay in bed once again, but this time in my pyjamas and a pillow in my arms.

It started when I got an offer to a boarding school. I had gotten my hopes up for an offer as I had flying colours in my UPSR. It took half a year to realise maybe staying home and going to a local school is my written fate. To my surprise, my offer letter came at the end of the year, exactly twelve months after my results. It was a hard decision because I already settled down with the school and made faithful friends. With my parents’ encouragement, finally I decided to try my luck to the appointed boarding school.

My experience in the new school was unforgettable. I registered late so I got a room at the third floor which is the highest. With all the luggage to prepare me for high school, it was a tiresome to climb up the stairs to my dorm. Fortunately, my family could help me carry it all. It took forty-five minutes to get my place ready. The hardest part of the day was my family leaving me. Some part of me was excited to be independent at a place far from home, but some part of me was devastated to eventually leave the nest. The subsequent years it made me realize through all hardships, when there is a will, there is a way.

In this current time, I struggle in having a balance between studies, work and enjoying my life as a young adult. The key to this situation is knowing my priorities. In studies, my goal is to only achieve a pass result for degree. Contrary to my parents, they have high hopes for me to score a four-flat in my CGPA. This situation made me choose my priority which is to satisfy my parents by making them proud with High Achiever Award or spend extra time to enjoy my youth? Surprisingly, I tend to choose my parents as my number one goal even though the urge to live life at its fullest is deep within my soul. As for excelling my results, I still go hiking with my cliques and do my best to participate events. It’s just I must go an extra mile for the time being in order to get the best results for my present and the future.

               In five years, I hope I don’t turn out being robots. It’s a phrase I used for people who have no life or in other word any excitement or tendencies in their life. Someone who wakes up, goes to work, do their job and at night, they go to sleep. It’s quite boring to spend years in office just to get what? A raise? A stable job? I don’t deny the need for an income, but it has to be a limit. Many people dream of a successful career in each of their own fields but there is fine line between living your dreams and succumbing your life to having a dream. People work hard until sometimes they get their priorities wrong. For instance, a father works after hours for a report at the same time not having the time to read a storybook for his three-year-old son in bed. It might seem unimportant for a father to read a book to his child rather than providing a comfortable life with wealth for his son, but is it worth the cause? The complication of not spending your life to provide a better life that it’s going to be too late when you are finally ready to settle down.

               Furthermore, I wish in five years I still have a tad of being a kid in myself.  I wish to have the innocence and carelessness of a child. I do not mean to not grow up at all, but to have a sense of enjoyment without worrying the aftermath is truly intriguing. People nowadays are so serious and I believe that may cause the downfall of our stress coping mechanism. It’s a privilege for one to not care about money in their life. I don’t mean in it in an irresponsible way, we still have to pay the bills and any commitments but to not worry the absence of money is golden. This world has become corrupted, to some of us, Money is God. I hope I would be lucky enough to dodge this new dogma and once again emphasize to just enjoy life with full of adventure and desire.

               One more thing, I really want a Persian cat because they are so adorable with their lazy face and fluffy coat of fur. For now, I don’t have the permission of my mother thus waiting another five years once I get my own place- if I managed to get one.

Our assignment for MPU a one-man essay consist of 1000 words and the group assignment consist of 3000 words. The group assignment was quite tough because we had the topic for Islamic Banking versus Conventional Banking- clearly not my forte. Other than that, the English Final Project is getting on my nerves. It’s quite simple but we had to crack our head to choose which might be appealing to maximize our carry-marks.

It was hectic but it was my fault. Congrats, dear Procrastinator. This is my first semester working so it’s very challenging juggling all my works. Throughout the day, I go to class and spend time with my friends. At night, i’m steaming milk and doing latte arts (practice makes perfect!). I do admit, some days are depressing but I really appreciate the diversity people and environment I spent, day and night.