What's the meaning of hard work?
What's the meaning of every breath, every drop of sweat, every wrinkle on your forehead, every silver hair on your head?
What does it all worth?

Reminiscing on the lives of successful people all over history, they all share one trait that sets them apart from other people: pure hard work. They all have the drive to go the extra mile, the willingness to sacrifice for the future, putting 100% in everything they do just so that they don't have to do it all over again. All to achieve their aim.
There is no place for mediocrity: no "takpe-lah" mentality, no "kejap-lah" excuses, no "redha" and "sabar" rationalization. All are pure things being twisted around for all the wrong reasons. Wake up! Be honest to yourself! The only one that could be held responsible is you, so you better run fast because nothing is going to stop for you.
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You want to be with somebody? Be worth it. Run after them, because there no chance in hell they'll wait for you. Earn your happiness. Take everyday as a chance to do better. Allah tells us to do everything in our power to attain strength, go to the moon if you're able to. So why are you sad of your own helplessness? Work hard! Achieve all you can!

I've said before that I think love is a blessing. If it is the best for you, then Allah will give it to you. It is disappointing when people tell you,

"Don't be too high, you'll be out of the league for anyone."

So shallow. What are you, still in the 16th century? It saddened me to know that these people think that a girl should stop working hard, stop achieving all she can just so that she could get a man. My question is, why is that man so slow? Why wouldn't he keep up? Why should anyone stop to wait for this person? That person is just slowing everybody down, tying us up in a fate that could be different.
Work hard guys!
Aren't you embarrassed to see how little of you are in the universities now? Such a shame. Such a waste.
So I think I won't waste my time anymore. I've decided that I would try everything in my power to achieve all that I can. What I am doing is not wrong. Allah is with me, I take comfort in that. When I am finally worthy of it, when it is indeed the right time, then Allah will bless me with love.
Maybe the one for me is not below me, but above me, so why do I need to stop?
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...what's with me and angry posts now? cool down, cool down...*sigh*
why do these people think we care for such trivial things like status, money and all material things?
Life is much, much more than that.
I don't care, but you do. And you want me to stop just because you can't keep up? So unfair.
When married, a woman is tying her fate to you. No parents to turn to. Just you. So if the person is not dependable, it is futile. A little stability is not something too great to ask for, it is not too much. The future is uncertain, but we can try to make it better by being prepared.
...or all these too much for you to handle? :(

p/s: "You" in this context does not refer to anyone. Just venting my frustration to the world.

Lately I feel a little burned out.
Its like I have nothing worthwhile to say..
But lately my mind keep wandering to the years I spent in Unimas.
When I look back, gosh, I really hated it there.
Especially when I was leading the Entrepreneurship Club.
There, I met the worst people.
Manipulative, calculative, cruel people.
When I played out the events in my head, my heart bleeds.
It's as though a knife is stuck there, not letting the wound to heal.
During those black years, I felt as low as the dust on your feet.
Trampled on all over and looked upon as dirt that have to be washed off.
What were they thinking, treating people the way they do?
...hmm..maybe they have their own twisted reason that is beyond my comprehension.
Those 3 people, I hope I never see again.
I can never forgive, as I don't understand what went wrong.
Looking back, I wish that I have more guts to stand up for myself. Then at least I would be satisfied.
Now, those events just leave a bitter taste in my mouth.
I need to forgive and forget. I'll try.
One thing is for sure: I do not want to see any of those people again. I've had enough.
I hope that period in my life would be blacked out, erased forever from my memory.

Whatever it is, I am thankful that during those trying times, I had friends in the Club. Thank you, thank you, thank you. I would never understand what made them stay..nevertheless I am thankful. Without all of you, I could never go on...

Life is every bit the soap opera. Along with the bad guys, there's also the good guys.
Thank God.

~ sorry for the raw emotional outburst *sigh*

It is better for girl to sleep a hundred years and be kissed and awakened by the right prince than to stay awake and be kissed a hundred times by the wrong frog

Hahahaha
How true.... :p