Shell scholarship phone interview, and expect more changes

I wish I could delete most of the things I have written down here. I can not deny that I was clouded by the emotions I have faced in my earlier adolescent years. Anyhow, many things have changed drastically since my last post. My perished confidence had bloomed to become a restless monster with a thirst to prove. Distraction at its peak, clipped with abstinence. Also, I have questioned more things in life that somehow had driven me further from the focus with new discoveries, keeping intact with science, and scientific figures' discovery. I want to become obsessed by methods. I also had restrictions against drawing humans, something I had practiced all my life, for my religion. Yet, I question the things that tempt around me. I became unmotivated by the pure art I once enjoyed thoroughly in my 'younger' years.

Should expect more insightful posts about the things I conclude or pondered in my dried routine life. There is one thing though, I am relieved that I have done my very first interview (through phone) for shell scholarship. I couldn't sleep properly the night before but my mind was in an ideal state. But I did carried on to procrastinate anyway, a kind of relaxation to aid any kind of nervousness.

It went forever, about most of the conversation, when interviewer had probed my experience on team leading and leadership to depth. I had talked about social media and its growing influence. I would have stayed on surface if it weren't for my little astonishing discovery early January this year. There are things that I have included which I've stumbled upon very briefly - like the Egyptian revolution and Wikileaks - both again reminded to me a couple of hours before the interview like an obvious clue. Total time I've conversed with the interviewer was about 55 minutes and I was resilient for a moment after I put down the phone.

Hopes high for the next level. That will be a challenge for me. Either way, I know things will never be the same again for me.

Forgive me I may have some misspellings, and confusion between past tense and future tense. These words are imperfect because I am sitting in front of the television, dividing my attention towards this interesting program in the History Channel - Newton's predictions about the Apocalypse. Not as in the End of the World, but the Revelation. If only he had the chance to encrypt the secrets of the Quran. I admire his drive, his intellect. Who doesn't?