trust me; parents, they knew better

few days earlier, i was having what you can say, a stormy mood. having a little bit of tantrum, here and there...well, due to the decision made by others...! unfortunately for me, ( i am fortunate actly) they were right....

you know, the decision made by the elderly would always be right... and this came to a point where i realized that somehow, i had to bow to whatever decision they'd put for me, despite the horrible impression of the decision itself. to cut the short story shorter, i'll just say their decision of sending me to the Educamp, by themselves is worth a benefit. because..... all of my friends(except one) who at first, agreed to join the camp,pull themselves out of it. drastically, a few moments after they had bought the bus tickets. ha, so after this, never say no to your mother's instinct.... mum's always right... well, my mom, she knew it from the beginning that something was not right with our plan, it was just, she couldn't scrabble it out... so, that's why she dragged me out of the bus-travelling plan in the first place... and i couldn't denied it that i was after all, feeling quite lucky and excited as one of my fellow will be going with me...! *grin*

and for my friends' drastic decision, it was not because they were baggart-dirty friends... no,no,no! but it was what i called a breaking news, that made us knew, we (parents basically) need to afford at least 15,ooo bugs if we are to study in the first intake.... wow, that's surely not a tiny piece of money they want... yeah, because, we were told there'll be no SCHOLARSHIP for the first intake gigs... wow, these days, a need is no more a need, instead, a need is now a term, which they probably missed it out during meeting, i can say...

huh, where got free thing in this world, rite? well, still i decided to go. because i am determined, to dug out as many knowledge as possible from the camp, esp during the interview... it's vital you know, since i'm living in a tough battle zone... i am not really into engineering. that's the main reason, i told ya! yup, i was looking forward to be a doc. O&G maybe... derma, or even paediatric.. hey, a dietician is not that bad... i can give a second thought...

after all those complicated events, dad is still acting cold at me.... but, we speak. it's not that bad though.... it's just, i miss him.... yeah, we are good friends, with him not in a good mood with me, i guess i feel a little bit lonely.... he used to pamper me, (i'm his official only princess, to make it clear..=P ), i miss his jokes, i miss him criticizing Chelsea and i miss making him a nice hot coffee...

dad, if only you can hear me, i just want you to know, i realized my mistakes, and hereby wanted very badly to apologize... now that i've learnt, i am 200% confident that your affectionate will never ever change no matter what, so do i...

and i believe in Allah for what He gave, neither good or bad will always have something in return...

Salam