My One And Only Idol

No other person in this world deserve to be crowned as my idol other than my beloved mother. Now that is true because since the day I was born, I believe that my mother is the one who have made the most sacrifice in my life. I was not born in a bed of roses or born with a a silver spoon in my mouth. Since small, my parents worked really hard to feed the 5 of us. No doubt my father made a lot of sacrifice too but since this time I only have to choose one idol, I choose my mother because she is a very strong lady, be it emotionally, spiritually or mentally. There is definitely no doubt about that.

Being a normal lady with a soft heart, my lovely mother breaks down sometimes when she feels that life is a bit too much for her to handle. But she believes that everyone falls and she always remind me that it does not matter how many times you fall, but what matters the most is you picking yourself up after you fall. For me, the greatest sacrifice that my mother did was risking her life to give birth to me. When I first found out how the procedure of giving birth is, I felt really touched and without me realizing it, tears wellled up in my eyes. I am kind of ‘emo’ when it comes to things like this.

Other reasons why my mother is my idol is because of her beautiful heart. She always say that it is okay if people badmouth us or do really malicious things to us, but we must never do the same things back to those kind of people and we should just leave everything up to God. When she does her business, she does not really care about her profits and it is a miracle that she does not go brankrupt. Hehehe.. It is because she always put a low price to everything!! She believes that God is there and if she do good to people, there will be more than enough to feed her kids. Even when we went through hard times, she does not care if there is not much for her to eat as long as her kids are able to go to bed with their tummy full. When we were in Singapore, she took up baking classes at night at the Singapore Baking Industry Centre to support my father as she was afraid my father might lose his job during the economic crisis. She managed to balance her time as a housewife, a wonderful mother and a dedicated student. Even when I am typing now, I feel a strong yearning to give my mother a big warm hug and thank her for all her sacrifices.

So people, while your parents are still alive, do all you can to make them proud and fill their life with happiness and laughter, which is the elixir of life. My mother is the jewel of my heart, the gem of my soul and of course, the diamond of my life. Same goes to my handsome father too!

I want to go home!!!

This is the best topic ever…!!! haha.. The past half of 365 days here have been a really tough time for me. Serious!! Non stop lectures, tutorial classes.. Not forgetting the ‘Mount Everest’ high homework that we have to do right after every class.. Gosh…. It has been a REALLY stressful time for me. If I am not mistaken, I mentioned before this that this is the first time I am away from my parents. The fact that I don’t have my parents to turn to at the end of the day after class made things worse for me. I even considered quitting this blogging thingy because I am just too stressed up with the hectic schedule here. Hehe.. A thousand apologies Mdm Faridah!! I am a PRD member also so I am sure you know how busy PRD members are right?? But thanks to our sweet Ms Nazreen, after she talked to me, I decided to continue being a blogger. haha.. Well… I really can’t wait to go home and just RELAX!!! My idea of relaxing is simple!! Just being with my beloved family, watching a movie together or just going out for lunch or dinner together.. All that is enough to make me feel relaxed.. For once, I will be able to not lay my hands on any book far a week!! Yippeeee!! Or like what Mr Flintstone always say, ‘Yubedabedddooo!!!’ I can’t wait to hang out at Starbucks and just chill with my favourite iced mocha while I read something from Sidney Sheldon.. Wow… I really can’t wait for all that.. I have a list of friends waiting for me to come back and get all wild and crazy with them.. haha.. I am sure this is the time all matriculation students are waiting for.. Hmm.. Before I forget, I would like to share this with all my friends.. To take the first step is a frightening thing. To face the unknown. The uncertainty it brings. But like the child who is tired of crawling, the first step is the most important of all. It expands your horizon, you can see a new light. The joy of discovery is like taking flight. The first step you take, will open all doors. To see yourself, as you have never seen before. And like the child, who gives his all. Sometimes he falters, he will teeter and fall. But strong arms are there to catch him and then, they stand him back up to start walking again. The longest journey, takes one step at a time. Once you get going, you’ll do just fine. Take my hand, friend. I’ll help you along. I’ll be beside you, as two we’ll be strong. Yes, that first step is a big one, the most important of all, I’ll be there to catch you, should you teeter and fall. We’ll set our sights forward, grit our teeth and walk on, when we see that road ending, together we’ll break into a run. I’ll help you, all the way through. But to take that first step, well, that is up to you.

my late book review…

I was supposed to post this entry like ages ago bit I just didn’t know how to do a book review as I never did 1 before. So here it is, the first book review of my life. Hehe..

Well, the book that I read is Chicken Soup For The Soul; Living Your Dreams by Jack Canfield and Mark Victor Hansen. The book is full of inspirational stories, powerful principles and practical techniques to make your dreams come true. In this tenth anniversary edition, Jack Canfield and Mark Victor Hansen share time tested strategies that will help create the life that you want, be it attaining financial freedom, enjoying more fulfilling relationships, spending more time with your family or living as a healthier lifestyle.

One particular story in this fabulous book attracted me. The title is, ‘Never too old to live your dream’. It is about an 87 year old charming old lady named Rose who never had a chance to graduate till that ‘young’ innocent age. Over the course of the school year, Rose became a campus icon and evryone loved her. This is the dialogue that she said which I wil never forget. ‘We do not stop playing because we are old; we grow old because we stop playing. There are only 4 secrets to staying young, being happy and achieving success. You have to laugh and find humour each and every day. You’ve got to have a dream. When you lose your dreams, you die. There are so many people walking around who are dead and they don’t even know it! There is a giant difference between growing older and growing up. If you are 19 but you stay in bed for a whole year and do nothing, you will turn 20. If I am 87 and do the same thing, I will turn 88. Anyone can grow older. The idea is to grow up by always finding the opportunity to change. Lastly, have no regrets. The elderly usually have no regrets. Only the people whe fear death have regrets.’
At year’s end, Rose finished her degree she had begun all those years ago and she died peacefully in her sleep a week after graduation day. So remember dear friends, it’s never too late to be all you can possibly be. This book taught me a lot of lessons of life and it is indeed a great help to me whenever I am feeling down or feel as if the world is crumbling around me because the powerful motivational stories in this fabulous book is definitely an eye opener and is always able to give me the strength to stand back up on my own feet with only the sky as my limit.

what’s hot on the streets now???

Well well well.. I guess most of you peeps out there are very much aware of the fact now that our Ministry Of Education is considering to change back the subjects science and maths to malay. What do all of you think?? Is it the right thing to do?? Different people might have different perceptions about this sensitive topic and I feel that there is no harm in just giving our own personal opinion on this. As for me, I think it is crystal clear that I absolutely undoubtedly disagree if science and maths were to be taught in malay. Why?? Now that is the million dollar question. To anyone who is reading this entry of mine, especially to the bloggers, feel free to give your comments about this HOT topic all right?? The answer is simple. If we are not going to train our fellow Malaysians to speak in english NOW, then when are we going to see Malaysia at par with well developed countries like Singapore, United States, Hong Kong and the list goes on…….I am sure all of you would want to see our beloved country at the same level with those countries right?? Today, wherever you go, the ability to speak in english is of utmost importance. It is a prerequisite to get whatever job that you are pursuing for. Some of you may not be aware of this, but this is what you call, THE NAKED TRUTH. hahaha.. Okay back to business. It may be hard for those staying in rural areas to learn to speak in english but that is what we call life. Nothing is easy at first. We have to take one step at a time. Sometimes we even have to crawl. Face all the pain and anguish. Before we finally get the sweet taste of victory. Believe me, nothing is impossible. If we were to keep trying, even the impossible would seem possible. I would like to share a story with all of you. There is this couple I know. Few years back, they lived a very hard life. The wife had nothing much to feed her family. She was only able to mix groceries well enough just to be able to scare hunger away from her man and her kids. There was even a time when they had no money to pay the bills and they had to live in darkness. Life was indeed hard and miserable for them. When I was a kid, I went out with their kids once and their parents could only afford to give coins to their childrn to spend. It was really sad. But today, due to their hardwork and dilligence, they are living a pretty much comfortable life and they even own a Chrysler car now. Impressive right? I hope that true story is enough to wake all of us up and believe that the word ‘impossible’ does not exist in the dictionary of mankind…… Always believe in yourself. Always…