The holidays have started yet life is still hectic. Of course, all of this is my own doing. Life could have been quite, relaxing and peaceful during the hols if I wanted it to. But then, there wouldn't be much fun right?

Went back to the civil defence heritage gallery yestetrday to meet Peng Kong as he very kindly agreed to help me design a t-shirt for the NCDCC adventure training camp at ubin. We wanted to have lunch before we started on the designs but Captain Subandi wanted to buy lunch for all of us and have lunch together, which was nice. We bought a KFC family feast and had lunch together. It was really great chatting with old colleagues over lunch, something I have not done in a long time. The PK and me went into a room and started on the designs which weren't as simple to come up with as I thought! In the end it turned out pretty good.

Went to a cyber cafe after that to finish some urgent work and managed to get quite a bit done, surprisingly.

Overall it was a productive day yesterday, something I can't really say about all my days. Ok, just talking now with no aim. Better stop.

Bye.

Ah.....so many things to do.....so full of procrastination......

Thinking of trying something new, improving something I think I'm good at but stagnating at the moment. It's a bit expensive but I know it'll be worth it in the end.

Whatever....haha.....

I think one of my biggest fears is that I will not have made an impact on the world before I leave it. There is so little time to achieve so much. I want to broker world oeace, I want to eradicate poverty, I want people to realise that they have a choice to make a better life for themselves and that their fate is not bound to the decisions of politicians. I aslo want to make lots of money....haha. To be a philantrophist of course.


Manged to get a start on some work today. Started doing lots of various things and even managed a bit of exercise. Hopefully I will manage to keep up the momentum so that I am able to have a fulfilling holiday with lots of things acheived by the end of it.

So my first year of university has ended. I've managed to do many of the things I've wanted to do like staying in hostel, making lots of friends, attend conferences, go overseas. And many more things are left pending. Hopefully in the year ahead I will manage to reach all my goals. :)

Went to the Singapore Art Museum last Friday with some friends from USP (Un-Scholarly People). There was an exhibition on chalcography, mostly from the louvre . No, the exhibition is not about artwork made from chalk neither did it display sculptures made from pure chocolate. It showed pieces made by the stamping of copper plates which have to be inticrately etched in order to produce a masterpiece when 'stamped'. After a while three of us got bored, strayed away from the group and started making our own alternate interpretations of all the artwork. Let's just say art critics would not have been impressed.

Aqa Moula (tus) performed the opening ceremony of the Qubbah Mubarak (Mausoleum) of Syedna Hatim Mohyuddin, the 3rd Dai-ul-Mutlaq in Yemen. I was very thankful that I was able to make a trip to Egypt and Yemen last year around this time because after making that incredible journey, I felt that I was able to feel what Moula was feeling when he performed the iftetah (opening). When Moula made the jounrey to yemen when he was Mansus (Dai-designate), the grave of Syedna Hatim was just a pile of stones with no adornement whatsoever. The mumineen were in dire difficulty and weak in faith in Yemen. Moula built a Mausoleum which was broken and then he built a second one. He brought mumineen closer to the faith. He helped them to achieve financial independance. Other Mausoleums were built. Roads were built to facilitate pilgrimages. The iftetah of Syedna Hatim's Qubbah was the pinnacle of all his achievements. It was his moment. It was Syedna Hatim revealing the magnificence of his successor. And in all that glory, Moula remained humble. He thanked Allah for making the tasks easy. He bowed his head in front of the Qabr mubarak (grave) and prayed for all mumineen. When Moula cried in front of the Qabr, I cried with him. Moula knew that the hand of Imam-uz-zaman was guiding the Duat Mutlaqeen and clearly this was the proof. In my humility, I was proud of my Moula.

Hozefa