I thought it'd be a very good idea to take a break and do a little bit of blogging before I start on the whole thesis hoopla again.

Ahh.. so how has everyone been? I miss blogging and putting random thoughts on the screen. I'm so used to looking for things, reading, evaluating, using and explaining now that sometimes the thought of blogging again kind of puts me of, scared that I might miss my train of thought about my topic. Can you imagine how many things that are possible to write about the RTB? At the start of Honours, I used to think of RTB as a negative entity - you know, full of paternalistic programs that never seem to want to stop telling people to do what the philosophy tells you to do but the more I research about it and read about public broadcasters the more I understand their goal. Regardless whether they do a lot of vague plannings, wanting to be commercial, and anything bad that we've ever thought about them. RTB, as of now, is my heart and soul. Nothing I want more =)

Truth be told, I am never one to care about what MIB is, the emphasis of the national language, what can and cannot be done in the country et cetera. Perhaps it is good that I'm writing about an organisation that contributes to the whole of the nation's well-being because now, I find that I care a lot. My book, at the end of this semester, will be my baby. My blood, my sweat, my tears. I find that I love Brunei more than ever now, not only because I've been away from it for six years, not only because my family is there waiting for my permanent stay, but because I now care and seriously do. I know I'm not an ideal Bruneian, I have yet a lot to learn and prepare for employment, especially Malay-language-in-writing wise, but I have the basics of it and I'm a fast learner and an apt student so go figure. I'm not confident that employment will be laid out for me in front of my eyes but come what may because I have prepared for unemployment. I have a plan. Who knows this thing that I'm going to do will eventually be something I make a living of so I'm just going to be thankful of any kind of tests and obstacles that may come my way.

The only thing I'm not looking forward to this time I go back home is when those know-it-all elders say this and that that I might not like but who am I to want them to change? They're older than I am, they always do know what's best for me. Like my mom say, if you don't like what those people tell you to do, or whether they're telling you off for the things that you do or have done, just listen, nod and smile. Whether I am to take their advice, or words of wisdom, into perspective is up to me. All the time, for the whole of my life, I have never listened and they, too, have never tire to say the same thing over and over again. You know, love hate relationship somewhat. And that's pretty cool, I reckon.

I can't wait for life to start :) Thank you, Allah.