It is not rocket science

Engineers. They are supposed to be a pool of smart brainers able to solve problems. We are not talking about solving what is the value of y from y2=z2÷435161718. Nope. That is easy. You use a calculator for that. Not an engineer.
So what does an engineer do exactly? Come up with new inventions that make life easier. Build robots. Build flying cars! Fix the broken washing machine. Send signals to Mars!
Well, that is one part of engineering. There are many others. I'd like to think all industries have engineering. From recycling garbage, to recovering oil. You need an engineer.
As for me, it is oil and gas industry. I don't know how I stumbled my way into this delicate yet harsh industry, but I just did. Delicate due to its nature where errors may kill. Harsh because it is filled with men and as a female engineer, to survive you need a very tough soul.
I used to think I can handle anything anyone tossed at me. Yelling, sarcasm, disbelief, and closing doors. I can handle them.
I was wrong. It wasn't as easy as spelling them on papers. Emotional wreckage takes toll on me at times. On the verge of breaking down, I allow myself to think that I cannot do it. I question myself, whatever knowledge I may possess, and I start to think twice. How can I survive? How can I let myself dream about being successful in a field with tonnes of bright minds? I am an ordinary girl with so-so brain.
My brain was infected with a virus. So lethal it affects everything that I do. How I present myself, my choice of words, and my course of actions.
Negativity.
True. It is a lethal virus. Infectious.
You see, I am sitting by the window watching planes take off and land at the airport. My favourite place.
I started to wonder. What if Mahathir was having my thoughts at that moment when he decided to build KLIA?  What if Fernandes has given up when all his proposals are turned down? I would not have my favourite spot. I would not be able to watch fireworks at Disneyland.
I've always liked history though I never really admitted it back in high school. Girls who like history are nerds. Well, I am glad I am a nerd.
History teaches and we are supposed to learn. Looking back at all successful people, they have not had their success easy. Bashed, and laughed at... they persist. That's what make them successful. Then I realised... humans are all born with brains of the same size.
If they can be successful and smart, why can't I? Why can't you?
I can. You can. We can.

I have a favourite mantra.
It is not rocket science. Even if it is.. we have humans in space. It can always be done!

Who I Travel With

I travel. Travelers like myself will understand how addictive travelling is. 

Overseas or locally, it does not really matter. As long as I get to go to new places, marvel on new adventures, feel the excitement of a whole new experience, it is travelling in my life dictionary. 

I did not know how I got into this mess. Well, i guess I sort of know. It started off really small, rather insignificant to a lot others, but It kept me going further and further. 

The Pangkor trip that I took with my two bffs started it all. From Pangkor, we expanded to a larger group trip to KK the next year. Then we took our annual trip overseas- to Jakarta and Bandung. From there, I became almost unstoppable. 

That wasn't the only group I travel with. I have a few others - and I sure don't mind trying with different travel buddies ! 

However, I had fun with all of them. Sure, the style of travelling differs. There may be misunderstandings, clashed of opinions, disagreements, and lots and lots of grumblings, but we always pull through, somehow survived the whole trip and have fun along the way. 

From what I have observed, all of groups I have traveled with are not really that much different. There will always be these kinds of people:- 

1. The Planner

The planner knows it all. From the best places to dine, to the cheapest places to shop. Normally the planner will plan the whole itinerary, where to go at which time she thinks is best - she because I have not come across a male planner. Normally The Planner is very good at researching. How can I survive my trips without you planners? :) 

2. The Treasurer

Face it ! When you go on a trip, money is almost the biggest constraint. For those who have more than enough, that will not cause any hassle. But for most youngsters, money is always JUST enough. So, there will be at least ONE person in that group who are very strict with spending, always looking out for best bargains and ensure that all expenditures do not go overboard the budget. Since I am not a wealthy person - YET, I honestly appreciate good affordable deals and sticking-to-the-budget scheme. At least I would have extras to spend on shopping! Yeayyy ! Being stringent, (or, almost) with expenditures does not mean that you follow on the budget really tight until you missed out the fun. NO. There are times when we would get one thing cheaper than expected and the other way round. So, it is more like drawing a graph where you are not necessarily connecting all dots but making sure the pattern is there and keeping errors below 5%. 

3. The Model 

Simply because she will always, always have her photos taken at every single places ! And mind you, these are not 2 shots we are talking about. The thing about these Models are... their pictures always come out so nice ! Very Instagram worthy. 

4. The Photographer

We will normally take turns. But if we travel with a few boys... then I bet you can figure out who are our official photographers. :P 

5. The Bodyguard(s)

We will have our bodyguards when there are men joining the trip. At certain times, you do feel a whole lot safer with them around. Of course, they double up as weight lifters too. See guys, you get to work out for free with us. Way to go for six packs at the end of the trip.

6. The All-GOer

I call it All-GOer. Simply because she/he will oblige to almost anything. Doesn't complain much during long walks, always a YES when someone suggests for a midnight walk. But that doesn't mean All-GOers do not have an opinion of their own. They do. But they'll voice it out in a very diplomatic way. Wise ones these are. 

7. The Shopaholic

Shopaholics will shop till they drop. Or until their hands are completely full. Or until their money has depleted...or they'll just put in on hold until they can find the nearest ATM/money changer. Since they shop a lot, you can actually get useful tips from these Shopaholics. They'll definitely possess the knowledge in terms of price comparison between Malaysia and the foreign land.

8. The Trusted One

The Trusted One is someone you can confide to. Something like an older brother/sister. You can trust his/her judgment. You can definitely count on The Trusted One for honest opinion when you need one. Super useful when you are selecting something to buy.

9. The Pending

Aha. There will at least be one in every single group. A bit late to catch up on jokes or plans. But they are truly funny you see. 

10. The Joker

You need em jokers. Especially when your feet are sore and you start to lose temper, you need someone to crack jokes and laugh to relive the mood. Trust me... There will ALWAYS be something to laugh about when you are surround yourself with these Jokers. 

That is just my personal observation. I always find one that resembles characteristics above in every different travel groups I had. 

You see, that's what makes the trip more enjoyable and colorful. Each individual is different, with different reasons as to why they want to travel. For me, I can go to the same place twice, thrice even... but it will never be the same experience. The trips I go are made more memorable spending them with my loved ones. It doesn't matter whether you are The Planner, or The Pending or The Joker, or a mixture of them all.. YOU have made my trips more worthwhile. I am not going to name any names. I supposed ALL of you should know who you are :) Am looking forward to more trips with all of you. Last but noe least... I LOVE ALL OF YOU ! 

p/s: Can you believe it? I am typing this entry while listening to "Sakitnya Tuh Di Sini" ?! 

A Split Second of Being Grateful

It was like any other ordinary day. Packed with cars, everybody is busy hustling back home, with a lot in mind.
"What am I going to cook today?"
"Did Mr A noticed my brand new outfit for today?"
"Chelsea vs Man U tonight. Better hurry up get some dinner, then off to bed early before the game"
"I think I need a new laptop"

and on and on and on...

Different thoughts for different souls.

In the bustling city like Kuala Lumpur, cars are jamming up main streets at 6.05 pm, drivers with minimal patience facing the odds that the traffic will not move until you've spent half an hour singing to songs on the radio. I was one of the drivers. It was a Friday. I still had a long way to, simply because I was heading back to my home town that evening. 

When you live in a metropolitan city, you catch up on a few skills:-

1. The ability to use your time wisely during traffic jam to make up (in the morning), stalking your friends on Facebook, or even brushing up on your vocals.

2. Your driving skills somehow get a little better since you always facing heavy traffic. My lane changing skills have gotten better ever since I drive in KL. 

3. You learn to ignore. And you learn to just shut yourself off to everyone around you.

And I am sure a few other skills you can pick up here and there, sometimes without realising that you do so.

So, on that very evening, when I was stalking on friends' activities through Facebook, something, or rather someone caught my attention. 

He was an Indian man, very skinny, with very shaggy dirty clothes. At first glimpse I could tell he might not have a proper bath for quite sometime. He was haggard,with messy beard and red eyes. My take, he was probably drunk. He was limping, and his walking orientation wasn't that stable. And he was walking with bare feet, crossing the road right in front of my car.

No, he did not crash on my window. Nor did he tapped on it asking for money or whatever. He just crossed the road into some back alley. Then I wonder...

Where was he heading? He was old. Was he homeless?

I ponder on him for quite some time. What if I was him? What if I had to walk barefooted on tar road? Would my feet hurt? I am so accustomed to comfort living, I don't think I can survive without taking a bath in one day. 

I remembered having the same thought when I was travelling to Jakarta two years back. Our van was stopping in a worse traffic jam, and there was a young kid tapping on our window asking for money. Barefooted. Dirty fingers. We ignored her, as advised by our tour guide. Then a few moments later, came a lady with her little baby in her arms tapping on our window. Again she was ignored. 

Poor creatures. They are not as lucky. That barefooted may-be-homeless old man, the young kid, and that lady with a baby... for all I know, they may be doing the same routine as these words are being typed. For those few moments, I cherished my life. I was grateful for my life. I never had it hard. Sure my family wasn't rich, but I had a comfortable life. I don't need to collect alms to survive. In fact, I was too comfortable that I take it lightly and most of the time, forgetting that I am lucky.

Those are not the only ones. I've seen lots of kids on the streets selling books, looking all pale and tired. Why? Where are their parents? Is it possible they are kidnapped? They are supposed to be at home, watching TV, picking on their little siblings, not under the hot sun approaching people to buy whatever it is they are selling. 

I've read once that we should not give them any money, in order not to support the syndicate using these kids. True at some point. But who knows what happen if they don't meet their quota. We are stuck in between. 

However, everything is fated. This is their mighty tests. Each of us is being tested differently. Wealth, comfort, insufficient, lack, sickness, health...all are tests. Deep down, I wish...

I wish...
There is love and no hate, 
No war but peace, 
Poor is helped by the rich, 
Definitely enough with exploits.

I hope that one fine day we'll find a way to help the poor and needy, 
Maybe one fine day the government will start putting all those bad men in jail,

I hope children will be children, no more on the streets earning money.
I hope homeless folks will be given a second chance, 
and I hope they'll make a change with their lives.

I realise that hoping alone will not change anything. A thought cannot feed these needies. Blogging will not help them get a job or a home. But looking at them, reminds me how fortunate I am. I am reminded to be grateful for all that I have. I may not be able to change the world with my written words, but I hope it helps some one else to realise how lucky he/she is for being able to even go online and read this. Small acts do have ripple effects. Even the smallest deed might lead to something huge. Who knows? 
So, start changing the world... by changing us. Give, and you may get something more valuable in return. Peace of mind, purity in the heart and unexpected love. 

:) 

Unworthy Written Words of All Hidden Within

 This feeling of insecurity,

Mixed with uncertainty,

That I am and have nothing,

Of all that I do,

Ended up in vain.

Someone told me,

“Be patient, what’s yours will be yours”,

I question,

“How will it be if I don’t fight for it?”

She says,

“No matter how big your fight is, He determines what’s best”

Would you laugh if I say…

I have big dreams.

As tall as the KLCC tower touching the clouds.

Would you secretly think it’s impossible if I tell you..

There’s where I want to end up.

Would you trust me if I say..

I am capable of doing it?

Despite my non-existent first class scroll?

Despite my weak mind?

Despite all silly mistakes and questions?

Would you believe if I say…

I don’t know where to begin?

Or how to get there.

And myself having doubts that I can do it?

This you have to believe when I say…

I have nothing special,

Am not smart, nor do I have the strength.

But I know I’ll do anything to prove my worthiness.

Though I am certain,

A fight in an ocean of men,

Is a bloody fight,

Victory may not even see the light.

Do you know?

I ponder on these each night.

When my heart is crushed,

I grumble, I become furious,

Filled with rage,

I play the blame game.

But then…

When my senses return,

I know my friend is right.

For experience has taught me,

Whatever is not mine,

Is not just supposed to be mine.

But what’s mine is waiting at the end of the road,

Something better.

And I know I’ll keep on fighting,

For I have faith in One,

Who never fails to keep His Promises.

And He Promises…

He’ll give only the best for me. 

Happy Teacher's Day !

With all the mood for Teacher's Day, I feel like writing. As I am sitting alone in my hotel room (since today is Friday and I basically have no plans), I got into thinking... 

Shouldn't Teacher's Day be celebrated not only to those who opt teaching as their professions, but also to someone who cares to share his/her knowledge to another human being? 

In that case, I personally feel that I owe a lot to a lot of people who taught me all that I know now, made me who I am today, and people who are responsible for all the goodness in me. 

Having said that, I am going to make a "short" list of "thank yous" to people who are responsible of moulding me, into ME of today. 

1. My teachers from MGS. 

I literally mean ALL. Sure they gave me all these knowledge on maths, science, history and all those long lists of subjects I think I passed on quite moderately. But let me tell you something about my days in MGS. 

I had a teacher once who was so particular on the type of glue you use to paste notes in your notebook. Use only glue stick she used to say. Those wet glues are gonna leave your book messy. I had another teacher who cares so much about the condition of the book that you basically cannot fold your book while writing and were advised to put another book underneath for easier writing. I had lots of teachers who used to grade our homework with A's B's and C's. I got B's and C's even when I managed to solve those problems just because I missed writing on dates or I forgot to underline something. 

You see, the compliments I got when I started college life : 

"Kemasnya kerja kau. Kemasnya nota kau" 

And I've got all my teachers to thank. The fact that I take everything seriously when I do something no matter how small the task is comes from the early education I got when I was in school. 

2. Pn Yap

She may not remember me. I do very much remember her. Let me recite the story for you.

I was in Primary One. Still new, blur, and shy. During a test, I vaguely remember which subject or what kind of questions were there, but what I do remember is that I have to finish something and then only proceed to colouring pictures. I've finished answering, but I didn't know what to do next. Then, I heard the girl behind me raised up her hand and asked the teacher. So I looked behind to see what she was doing, and I got scolded. Never since that incident I cheat in any examinations, up until I finished my degree. 

There was an attempt once, during Statistics test. My colleague and I wrote up formulas at some pages of the statistical table book, but I ended up not referring. Probably guilty conscience, I felt invigilators were watching me all the time. 

Oh, but one whole class were permitted to discuss during one test during my diploma years. So well, that doesn't really count. Hihi. 

3. Pn Hasnah & Pn Tengku Hasnah

By now I supposed everyone knows I've debated for a while during high school. Back then, I was doubting whether or not I can achieve my dream. The dream really did seem so far away and unreachable. But these two teachers trusted me and opened the door for me. It was such a wonderful experience when your dream comes true! 

So they moulded me and my friends into confident creatures. Now, I feel that I can speak in front of any size of audience. Sure my stomach's gonna sink in and my heart will be pounding like hell, but they taught me that with proper preparation, I can do it all. 

4. Pn Zuraini Dahlan

She taught me Algebra for one semester. It wasn't really Algebra I care to elaborate here. Back then, when I felt like I can no longer do it, or withstand the current condition, she was there to motivate me. Though indirectly, she was part of the reason I can survive those three years with the boys. I still remember getting a present from her, and I still keep the book :) 

5. Dr Astuty

She wasn't really my favourite lecturer to begin with. But after a while sitting in her class, listening to her experience, and the fact that she too was the only girl in class, made me felt so refreshed. I got into thinking "If this lecturer managed to succeed and gain respect from men in her area of expertise, I can do it too" And so here I am chasing my dreams, remembering her motivational stories and believing that I can do it. She taught me that you can achieve just about anything you want, for a price to pay, if you're willing to pay for it of course :)

6. My friends

Believe it or not, I learned a lot from my friends. But never do any of them realised this. 

I have my own online shop in which I started off years ago. Know who was responsible for inspiring me? None other than Ainee Joe ! I adore her persistence. I admire her ideas. Hence, born Oh!MissRhapsody. 

You know when you're on the edge of falling, when you feel useless? I am lucky I have friends who bothered to bring me up again. Too many to list down, I am sure you know who you are. 

I am not a patient young lady. But I see patience in my friend, junior actually. How she managed to stand on her two feet, being so mature so fast, taking huge responsibilities at an age where I am still dependent of my parents, really struck me hard. I have a good life, but I failed to appreciate it. Well, she taught me to be grateful and that's a worthy lesson. 

Shafeek Ahmad is a friend who you can count on just about anything. He'll give you his time, even when he has no time at all. He'll share knowledge with you, even do the research with you, though he has nothing to benefit from it except a cheap meal that he himself can afford. Thank you for teaching me the value of friendship and selfless acts. May Allah grant you all your wishes :)

I wasn't a hijabi. I started off when I was 18. It was quite a tough time keeping it on. But I had a few role models in mind. Min and Najwa. Seeing how they managed to be super persistent and that hijab has never stopped them from doing things that they like, I admired them. And I slowly started to follow their footsteps. 

Sure there are many other things I've learned from people I've met all my life. I don't see the necessity of listing all my life learned lessons. But the point of this entry is not to brag on my positive values but in hope to open up eyes that teachers are not only restricted to those who are in the teaching industry, but everyone else who have taught you a little something along the way. So I suggest all of us to open our eyes, look closely at people around us, and identify what values have they taught us. I am pretty convinced that we all learn at least one thing from each person we know. 

To all that contribute to mould a Nur Izzati Mohd Fidzrus, I bid all of you...

HAPPY TEACHER'S DAY ! :D

A Girl and Her Happy Ending :)

Do you remember?

When we badly wanted to watch Breaking Dawn Pt 2?

We bought 4 tix, went to MBO and it was closed... 

In the end, 

We went for Beanie Plex instead. 

Do you remember? 

The first time we met was during a netball match...

I was a supporter, 

Three of you were players,

And we had pizza afterwards. 

Do you remember? 

Those days when we were unsure of our PSM status? 

Those days when we hardly slept,

Living in stress. 

But do you also remember? 

Though we were stressed out because of PSM, 

We still had super long midnight talks, 

Talking about wedding dreams, gossiping...

Me ranting about finding The One. 

Do you remember, 

I had almost given up, 

Though it was entirely my fault for the super last minute work, 

I had mood swings,
I was worried, 

But..

For all I remember,

All three of you gave me hope, 

Support, 

I got a lengthy lecture to fight forward, 

Making sure I carried on with my project till the very end, 

Even making sure I had my mind set for presentation. 

You may not remember, 

But for all I know,

I wouldn't be here today doing the job I like, 

Living the life like I have always dreamed, 

If it wasn't for the intervention from all of you...

Do you remember,
We were speculating, 

Who would get married first? 

I supposed... We already have our answer :) 

I am glad, and touched for the invitation to one of your happiest days in life (more to come, InsyaAllah).  Being a part of it, writing my short message in your guest book, having a helluva lots of fun, seeing and experiencing new things, and most importantly, I get to spend some time with all of you, even for a short time. Walaupun target untuk cantik by the time Feera kahwin failed completely. Hahaha.

So Puan Feera, 

Congratulations on your wedding ! Izaz is a lucky guy to get a girl like you. I hope your married life will be blessed with happy and blissful days ahead. I pray that your love will grow stronger as your marriage grows older, be blessed with beautiful,smart children, and that you will have lots of new memories to add on to your fairytale story;) For all its worth, you are worthy of it all. Thank you for the memories we shared, the support and for being patience all the time, listening to my ramblings. Hihi. 

p/s : your children are gonna address me as aunty Zaza:) 

Dba, Qira, The Bride, Zaza

The Hot and Cold Before The First Encounter

I am literally enraged with myself. Why you ask? Oh, you didn't? Must've been my overly super self conscious mind playing tricks on me. Even if you are not bothered nor are you any curious, I am going to spill the beans anyway.

Reason : How can someone be anymore ridiculous writing a 'story' without slightest decency to properly introduce the main character? At least a name! If this was to be submitted to my literature teacher, I would've gotten myself 10/100. Ah, no need to mention all those grammatical errors. I realised that when I read the post. But well, perhaps there is no reason to be a strict inspector here. It's just a story I wanted to share (fictional/factual to be notified later) regarding a girl who has gone not that far, but definitely a few miles from the starting point.

So the main character's name is Miss A. No, not the Korean Idol Girls' Group or whatever. Let's just call her Miss A for now. A bit info on Miss A. Her height is average, body of medium size, very very VERY talkative, addicted to karaoke, movie maniac, almost a spendthrift, likes to eat and very very poor in art. Oh, did I mention stubborn? Moody, sometimes introvert, sometimes extrovert, has a special interest towards theme parks, no boyfriend, just recently figured out that she was an idiot for liking an idiot all this while. Her favourite movies are  Bridget Jones, The Proposal, Beauty and The Beast and if I were to list every movies that she likes, you would probably give up reading this shit.

Okay, that should do it. Covers some characteristics that I can pull off for now. As this story progresses, perhaps you'll have some ideas on her.

The first encounter was a summary on Miss A's first semester as a diploma student at one of the top public universities in Malaysia. But a sunny day today doesn't mean it wasn't raining the day before.
She can be considered lucky to be accepted into the course of her own choice at a university that she wanted to go. However, before all those drama on how she felt like a mannequin in her class, lies another chapter that I supposed in worth telling.

Coming from a fairly average, middle income family, she has been aiming a place at a public university to pursue her tertiary education. No funny reasons whatsoever but she just thought that it would be financially wiser for her to get into public university. So she studied well, not that hard but she did try to join any extra curricular activities that she could during her years in high school just to get the extra merits.

Funny thing about Miss A is that she used to always knew what she wanted to become when she gets older. At 7 years old, when she was asked of what her ambition is, without hesitation she would've told you her dream occupation. 9 years later, her answer was still the same.

Anyway, that was that. So during her high school years she had always liked debating. At 14 years old she looked up to the debate team. Wondering, if she would ever get picked. You see, back then in her school, English debate was the only successful debate team in school. Malay debate was so-so. Students barely know they had a malay debate team. So, yeah. Ah, but for the English debate competition, every team must have at least one Bumiputera speaker. Miss A went for the audition, and well, she got laughed at by her seniors. Her English is so-so, compared to many others with perfect grammar. But she got in anyway. Perhaps because they needed a backup in case something happened with the existing Bumi speaker. So for two years in a row she was in the team as a reserve speaker. But those years were where she had learned lots of stuffs, particularly research wise. Her presentation skills got even better, and to be honest, it made her a lot more confident. Her English got better, maybe because well, when you're in an English debate team, you would spend hours speaking in English. Truth be spoken, Miss A actually learned super a lot from those two years with the team. Her teammates were helpful and supportive as well. They taught her valuable lessons not only for competition, but also for life.

At the end of Form 4, Miss A and her fellow debaters went on to help organising a National Level Debate Final. Well,every school with debate teams sent their debaters to watch the finals. So Miss A went and watched the final debate. Oh my, those debaters were super cool, very charismatic, their speeches were smooth, confidence overflowing, really tough fight. While watching the debate, her mind was racing with imagination and lots of wonders.

"How does it feel like standing on stage with hundreds of people watching, delivering your speech, answering POIs?"
"I really want to be feel that once"
"How cool must it be to be on national finals"

Well, she dreamed. Although she knew that she was to quit all extra curricular activities to focus on her SPM, she still dreamed anyway. It is not a harm to dream, plus it is not like she tells everyone everything that is on her mind.

Form 5 came by. At one point, she asked her friend who was in the Malay debate team regarding Malay debate. Reason being was because their malay debate team never got farther than second or third round of district level. But she had this 50-50 feeling about trying out. So she told her friend she'd thought about it. On the day of the audition, she was still unsure but she still went for the audition anyway after being sternly persuaded by her friend.

Luck was on her side, she got in. And she got her first feel of delivering her speech in front of 10 spectators including those adjudicators.She was dead nervous, her first POI question was
"Adakah YB mengatakan kasih sayang ibu bapa sama sahajah dengan kasih sayang pembantu rumah"

Guess what she answered?

"Ya, sebenarnya sama sahaja"

Everyone was frowning with her answer, except her opponents. They were dead happy. Of course, they wanted to win too! That was her first round.

Eventually, this team passed by round by round, got very LUCKY Izzudin did a huge mistake, and they made it to District finals! Can you imagine? An underdog team made it to the district finals, and they WON. Surprisingly. And Miss A got a little something extra, something every debater dreams off.

And days passed, months passed, stages passed...

They were on their stage in a school in Perlis, hall was big, full house, with more people standing outside the hall watching, preparing for battle, representing not only their beloved alma mater, but their state.

Sadly, the journey was until there. They didn't get through the Zone War, but it was still a national stage.

Then everybody started shifting their focus on SPM. Miss A had a lot to catch up from those weeks of skipping classes because of debate. Her teachers were worried, especially her librarian teacher aka her History teacher. Oh, her literature teacher was worrying too, same goes with her English teacher. They were proud, but they were worried sick as well.

Things went well. March 2007 results got out, Miss A and her friends were blessed with abundant of joy and success. Everyone was happy. Then came the moment where decisions need to be made. Miss A did not want to go for foundation or A-Levels, or overseas studying, or matriculation. So she opted for diploma studies instead. A path way different than her original intentions...

Then, the unexpected thing happened....



Author words of wise:

A little analysis on the short story above,

Always keep in mind that every situations that you are in are meant to teach you something, that you will benefit something from it. You might not have a big role or a chance to shine or whatever, but take it slow and learn something from it. You'll be amazed at how much you actually learn from such situations in which you regard as something small and unimportant. But at the same time, never stop dreaming, and when you dream, make sure you dream BIG. Because you'll never know what opportunities may come by. Of course, hard work is a must. Dreaming is a must and praying is vital! Enjoy yourselves along the way, never stop learning, always be humble, NEVER EVER EVER think that you're the best. Always think that you can improve and be better. Don't be selfish, SHARE whatever knowledge you may have. There will be people who mock and just do not believe in you, but keep calm and treat them as a motivation. You'll be surprised by the power you get from them.

Sincerely,
ZAZA