Thursday, 21 May 2009

I'm A Standout In Life

So that you know how outstanding I could be..

Being outstanding in life is not always a good thing - neither is it a bad one. Many people would perceive outstanding an externalised field prospect, however, mine is internalised, and intrinsically much more personal.

How was I shining my outstanding-ness? Here goes..

Firstly, my deepest, sincere gratitude to my dad, the man that had lead me through life’s rock and stones to the person I am now. I believe all parents would admit it’s not easy to raise a child, my dad is non-exceptional too. Plus, my younger brother joined the family 11 months and 354 days after me. Having 2 children at toddlers’ age is 101% not easy. We’ve both been devils, and sometimes angel too, to our dad and mum.

As per usual like any other being - i was fed, we talked (in a language only babies can understand), we fought, we scrathed and yelled, but we know deep inside that we love each other.

Reaching 21 of age is – like what most people would think and wished for - a key to freedom and everything else that 'no-you-cannot-do-kinda-stuffs'. Most people would receive HUGE presents from their parents. Not me. Well, they did ask but I jokingly said, “I want cash-ies in my bank account..”, eyes glittering. I’m not angry nor venting that I did not receive anything, instead am partially glad that I did not receive anything. Weird, but I don’t why either. Probably I went cuckoo.

At this point of time, as I reflect back into the life path I’ve been travelling, there is so much blessing and hope that was instilled. As the eldest in the family, I myself would be a role model to the younger ones, which is quite nonetheless important. Daddy has always taken the time to look at our needs and supplying the love and care that we needed. He goes to work late just to drive to my school and pass me my homework book that I forgotten to pack into bag, and his naggings like an old woman.

Entering the main point now - His words of encouragement and his life purposeful event was all directed to us – his children. I’m not an outstanding student in primary school, but I tried to score well, and I even got first place in class during Standard 6 (which is also the one and only time ever). That was nowhere near outstanding compared to the gleams of my dad’s eye when I broke the news to him. Looking me stepping up the stage to receive the certificate makes my dad looks like a bling bling superstar. Lols!

Well, I was also a librarian in my primary school years and what’s outstanding of being a librarian is not being superior to the other ordinary normal girls but, “Daddy, you know I learned how to stamp the date when people borrow book!” and the reply, “Wow, so clever daddy’s girl!”, now that’s outstanding-ly outstanding!

Entering a boarding school was a dear experience to me – thanks to my dad who had made the decision to put me in. Everyone, including my grandparents was furious that my dad was sending me to faraway Perlis to study. It was nothing but a real life-time experience for me that I’ve learned to be independent and new friends who are now my close dear sisters and brothers. I remember scoring a dreadful 45% for Chemistry in my trial SPM examination. Well, that’s the time where most of us would scout around for universities and wondering what we are to do next. Damn it to this one lady who had so reluctantly took me off.

Booth PIC : So what do you want to study?

Me : Pharmacy! (So full of hope..)

Booth PIC: Oh, what’s your trial SPM result for Chemistry?

Me: Erm, 45%..

Booth PIC : I’m so sorry but this is not good enough and I don’t think the university would accept you anyway. (So class punya voice somemore..)

Me: Oh yes ah? Thanquevallemud..

(PIC- person in charge)

I proceed to walk away from the booth, head down with my dad patting my back. Freaking damn it woman, I’m in Nottingham University now pursuing my Masters in Pharmacy and I’m in year 2 now leaving for the UK this coming September to embark on the VERY hard third year of a pharmacy student life. Dad was pissed off too but he knew how I felt and he said, “Proof to that lady she’s wrong, OK?”, and I believe dad is proud that I am where I am now (despite the awfully low marks I scored for my exams..Yikes!).

I’m just thankful that whenever I come to face a problem, dad was there and he not only made me feel that I am alone and sinking to the bottom but gave me words of encouragement to make me a better person, a person who’s outstanding not in other’s people view, but outstandingly outstanding in his eyes.

Want a piece of his advice? Sharing is caring, so here’s some.
“Aim for the sky. If you hit the tree top, it’s still better than the ground.”

“Don’t boy friend-girl friend at this age, make lots of friends first..”
(Lols..Well, good, close friends might appear to be your life partner in the future right?)


Pray that I'm lucky..: )


SL said...

eh.. u advertising for nuffnang ar?

Jojo said...

yeah!hoho..I want the present...: )
You go do a post also lar...

ws said...

but then at the end, u scored A1, right??

Jojo said...

Ha?!scored A1 for what?!

Anonymous said...

Chemistry in real SPM ba...

Jojo said...

Lols..yeah, was glad it was A1..too bad the other 2 got A2..