Aiming for the Sun and the Moon
"IF YOUR TARGET IS THE FLYING EAGLE, AIM FOR THE MOON, AIM FOR THE SUN."
Classes started last week. But Tomorrow, Monday, is the REAL start of classes. Now what do I mean by that? Tomorrow is the real start of classes because tomorrow is the start of class RECITATION in almost all of my subjects. Tomorrow is the start of drinking 5 huge cups of coffee a day. Tomorrow is the start of studying for 8 hours a day (which is NEVER enough!). Tomorrow is the start of having just 3 or 4 hours of sleep–or no-sleep-at-all nights. Tomorrow is the start of hunting for notes and cases. Tomorrow…my 3rd year in law school starts.
I want to do better this time. Last year, I admit that I was DISTRACTED by useless things and useless people (haha!). And I also got TIRED (physically, mentally and emotionally). All I have to do this school year is to put in my head what my Dad told me. And with Allah’s help and guidance, Inshaallah, I can do better this year. Ameen.
So…I will be inactive here for a while. I really have to do this. I know I promised myself the same thing last year and I somehow didn’t get to fulfill it…but this time, I’m going to make sure I instill in myself strict discipline. Ya Allah, please help me achieve my goals this school year. And please make me realize my dream for my parents. Ameen.
Illa liqa, everyone! Wish me luck! Will miss you all!
*smooches*
As the Winds of Summer Leave…
My Mom is leaving for Jeddah tomorrow. I’m starting to feel the cold hands of sadness caressing my skin gently as I put my thoughts in the written form. Not only will my Mom’s departure to the land of sand dunes leave me lonely. It also means that we all have to go back to our normal lives–school, work and whatnot. Summer vacation is officially over.
I have to admit this is one of the best summer breaks I’ve ever had (aside from my family, there are other things too that made this one worth remembering! And what are these things? Well, I’d like to keep them to myself for now. Hehe.) (I still loathe the scorching heat the summer brings though.) My family and I didn’t do anything grand–nothing of that sort. But everyday seemed like a great moment that deserved to be celebrated, reveled. The fact of our being together as a family made each day worth chronicling in our collection of fond family memories.
It may sound like I’m overindulging in hyperbole, making trivial, doesn’t-matter things ooze with grandiosity. I may be, but can you blame me? Ever since I came here, we only get to be together once a year for at most two months. Translation: We spend 10 months of a year separated by miles and miles of distance. Sure, there are many ways for us to stay connected and in touch–cellphone calls, SMS, e-mails, chats or NetMeeting. But nothing can replace the feeling of being physically close to loved ones. NOTHING.
Thinking of all these things make me wish I can give and provide everything for my family so my parents won’t have to go elsewhere to give us decent, livable lives. Ah yes, I really would want to do that to keep our family together! (That’s why it breaks my heart when I think I’m giving more prevalence to my self-interests…Most of the time, I think I’m NEVER enough for them. They don’t deserve the things they get from me. They deserve so much better than the crap I give them. Oh God, please help me make my parents happy, grateful and proud!)
I certainly will miss my Mom, Dad and little Papa. We may have our own family dramas at times but hey, I’m still proud and happy to be with my family! I will do or give anything for them.
I love you Mommy. I love you Daddy. Thank you for everything. May Allah bless you with good health, longevity and a sundry of good things. Inshallah, we’ll see each other again next year. Ameen. 
