006 : What Is My Future Colour?

Saturday, 28th May
Time walks extremely fast. Days change without any hesitation. Back then, I was 6 years old when I started to sense the time and now, here I am as an 8teen-year-old girl. It's time to be self-sufficient. Sigh.

The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I marked the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

This was the poem I've studied for about two years during my high-school life. As shown in the picture, there are two roads diverged in the forest and I believe each road leads to a different ambiance. One of the messages in this poem that Robert Frost wishes to highlight is the choices in our lives. I believe, there are always choices in life. Each leads to a different future. Different outcome. Different result. Hence, we ought to scrutinize the pros and cons of each choice so there would be nothing to regret in the future. For Muslims, we are encouraged to perform solat Istikharah and of course, doing a lot of prayers.

New environment. New people. These two indefinite aspects are some of the most challenging questions running through our minds when it comes to a new world. Of course, I would not be excluded. As I choose to study dentistry in Selangor, in East Technology College to be exact, I have to be miles and miles apart from my beloved family. I would not have the chance to hug my parents like I always do, tease my youngest sister's big soft fat belly, bully my funny older sister and scold my blur 15-year-old sister. There'll be no humorous stories and acts. Sigh. Surely, I'll miss them. A lot. :'( I guess, homesickness will encounter me.

In addition, our best friends since primary/secondary schools would not be around anymore. Instead, we'll meet various kinds of new people that soon will become our friends. :) This is one of the things that will make me feel a bit excited and amused. I like to meet new friends and still, keep the old-s in my heart. :) Naz, my very humble and favorable friend, is currently having quite a not-really-bad-yet-enjoyable-experience time in KML I suppose. Jocie, my pretty and bright friend is soon to fly to Selangor and will be labeled as KDU's student. Mira, my tall and rich-of-general-knowledge friend will soon leave footprints in Mesir. Elsa, my cheerful and very friendly friend is currently experiencing the ambiance in UMS and maybe soon will register in IPG Gaya.

To someone I really fancy, it surely be hard to witness your humorous, funny yet adorable actions. Your jokes will be missed and so is your teeth-exposed smile. <3 All the best in everything you do. I'll always support you. :)

I hope GOD will bless my way, no matter which path I'll choose to travel. Amin~

005 : Oldish New Yellowish White Paper

Thursday, 12th May

A couple of weeks ago, I went to Perpustakaan Wilayah Keningau and ended up borrowing seven books.
So, I would like to share my thoughts and opinions about some of the books I've read.

The first one was Golden by Cameron Dokey.
 "Her choice can break the spell . . ."

Well, this book was about a girl named Rapunzel, but not the one with long golden hair. Instead, she was bald. Yep, she was as bald as an egg. Her mother had made an entente with a sorceress long ago when she was pregnant. When Rapunzel was born, the was no single hair planted on her head and hence, her mother refused to love her. The sorceress knew the mother's heart and hence raised Rapunzel, like her own daughter. After years raising Rapunzel, she finally claimed the truth; she needed Rapunzel's help to aid her daughter who was trapped in a bastille which was enchanted by another wizard.

I think, I've told the story almost to the climax. :) You guys should read it, too. I say, I like this book. The language used, I mean, the sentences were easily understood and I've found new bombastic words here, in this book. :) Good job, Cameron Dokey.

Poison Ivy was the second book I read. It was written by Amy Goldman Koss.
"3 bullies, 2 points of view, 1 trial"

It was about a girl named Ivy, being bullied by three 'hotties'. As they were in the class of law, their teacher, Ms. Gold, asked them to turn their classroom into a court.

This book was fun as it used the everyday language. I mean, the phrases. Uniquely, Amy Goldman Koss used eight first-person narrators! It made the characters of this story ever so understandable. Sometimes, I found the story hilarious, too.

However, I really dislike this story. To be exact, I abhor the ending! I was mad when I've finished reading it. Amy Goldman Koss, I'm sorry to say this but I dislike it. Seriously. I really wanted a happy ending for the victim, Ivy but you made it impossible. The three hot girls won as they were hot. Can you accept this? Maybe she really had at least an explanation for this. Sigh! Furthermore, you put a plethora of unnecessary information. It made me wanted to skip the pages. :( Above all, I'm dissapointed with the ending. It seemed not clear.

Could it be I was the only one who do not understand the exact points that Amy Goldman Koss wish to highlight? Hmm...

I guess, I would only share those two books. :) Currently, I'm trying real hard to reach the last page of Rumour Has It by Jill Mansell.
"...that some people are better than others at keeping secrets"

So far, the story is quite 'comfy' and making me feel a bit contented and relax while reading it. :) Anyone who is interested in reading this book can visit Perpustakaan Wilayah Keningau or feel free to take a look at JULES ONLINE BOOKSTORE. This bookstore offers you the lowest price ever! So far, I haven't seen any bookstore selling books with such prices. Credits to my bestie for introducing me to this blog. Her recommendation is the best! :) You guys should visit the blog, especially my 'bookaholic' friends out there. :D

004 : As White as a Happy Cloud, as Sweet as a Candy.

Sunday, 08 May
As today, 8th of May, is a date selected by this country, Malaysia and many other countries around the world to celebrate Mothers' Day, I would like to give a prep talk about appreciation towards mothers. :)

First of all, syukur Alhamdulillah, GOD gives me the best mom in the world. Mother, I love you! :)

Do you know the pedigree of Mothers' Day? To be actual, there were so many 'histories' of this event and I could say most of them are religious issues. So, for Muslims, we are forbidden to celebrate something which is not appropriate to our Islamic views. But then, as today celebration is not more than appreciating our mothers, which is crucially taught by our religion, we can celebrate it. Terms and conditions are applied though. :)

We ought to celebrate it by conducting 'kenduri', in a modest way and of course, with good intentions. This day might be one suitable day to give moms surprises - cakes, gifts. Again, do not waste too much money on this as Islam teaches us to save money and to spend it wisely. Do say 'I love you, Mom'. Do thank our moms. Do say 'Sorry'. Actually, we can do all these things whenever we want. Moreover, Islam teaches us to do all these EVERYDAY. I mean, there's no need to wait for one specific day to act extra nice to moms. :)

So, let's make our moms happy. Love them. Appreciate them. Cherish them. Treasure them. <3

To my beloved mother, I love you. I always do. Your heart is as white as happy cloud and as sweet as candy. Again, I love you. Hope you really like my present. InsyaAllah.. I'll be a good daughter and will aid you now and hereafter. Ya Allah, please give my mom the happiness she deserves. Amin...