"Success is a journey, not a destination. The doing is often more important than the outcome" - Arthur Ash

It always takes a lot of effort, hard work, sacrifice, motivation and determination to succeed in our goals and dreams. Most of the time, we'd see people either living their dream or working towards making that dream a reality.

Well, I plan to make MY dream a reality. I am already making plans to go back to school; taking up a diploma in dance in Lasalle-Sia. For sure, my parents wont support me in this decision but when else can I do this, right??

Frankly, I never had a dream until I was 18. So you can imagine living without dreams, goals and passion to think about, to feel and to work for during the first 18 years of my life. All I was told to do was study and study but never really knowing of what is in it for me and what I really want. I guess that was why I played truant for nearly a whole year when I was in Secondary 3. At that point of my life, I never knew who I really was, never knew what I needed or wanted in life, never felt the adrenaline rush of working towards ANY passion, never tasted true success of my own dream or goal(not that I had any in the first place!) and never feeling like I was worth anything. That year was the most confusing and the most dramatic point of my life. My vice-principal was shocked of the outcome I was in because of the fact that my PSLE points were among the top 30 in the Express stream(my secondary school was quite a "clever" school with it being the top school in the north area at that point of time so if I had gone to a lower ranked school, I would have been in the top 10... I HATE the grading system) and the fact that I was a fat, nerdy goody two shoes.

I was a very ambiguous being in secondary school. I don't think my best friends then truly knew who I was. Well, even I didn't know who I really was. Being the social outcast that I was, being the un-cool one, I only hung out with very specific people and most of them were chinese. I was considered quite scary by the rest of the malay people in my class because they didn't know who I was. Like the saying goes, what you don't know can be scary. Only once that I showed my anger and boy, they didn't hesitate to be as far away from me as possible!! Hahaha! I tried to be as friendly and sociable but their hypocrisy and backstabbing makes me sick in the guts. Imagine two good friends fighting over the attention of another good friend just because she was popular and pretty. Each time I see them, I pity them for having to succumb to their gullible stupidity and not be true to themselves. Sad I say, sad. Their integrity and honour thrown away for a pretty girl's attention?? Sheesh!! And they are not guys, mind you!! I was sure damn glad when I was finally out of that school. I couldn't stand their faces anymore and I swear, if I saw any of them outside and they are still stuck with that bitchy, backstabbing attitude, they will realise that they have crossed the path of an even bigger BITCH with an even sharper tongue, except that this tongue will only tell that of the honest and brutal truth.

The Hani now is a far cry from the Hani in secondary school. I wouldn't really want to divulge more into that because it'll only make me remember of how truly pathetic I was. So back to the main topic. Hopefully all things will go fine for me, insya`allah. It is back to school for me!!