First of all, I am impressed of Madam Sitha's way of including an interactive method in her learning by letting us to voice out our opinions here. Needless to say, how this blog helps as a reliable instrument for the Law students like us being accustomed to expressing their expressive thoughts and reflections pertaining to certain issues.
I guess, I will be pretty much rambling about the same things like our fellow friends previously did. The orientation week, the comparisons, the I-am-so-grateful-I-have-gotten-a-place-in-UKM sort of entries. Well, that's normal. Everybody whines and rants. To be brutally honest, UKM wasn't really my ultimate choice of pursuing my degree programme. I was in UiTM Shah Alam, doing Foundation of Law for two amazing semesters and if possible, I would love to resume my studies in the same institution because I find it hard to adapt with new places and environment. I was losing hope on pursuing law for some undefined reason, so I basically presumed I will be given courses that won't put me in a hot soup, i.e TESL or Mass Communication. I remember well enough how I've been here in UKM a few times to many when I was a kid. It felt like a safari trip and it sent adrenaline rush to my body seeing the exquisite greenery. The only different is, it's being surrounded with 'intelligent residents'. Oh, hang on. Have I mentioned about who was insanely happy when I got in here? My dad. Just because he's a graduate from UKM and he thought it's a freaking legacy. Not to mention of his stereotyped thinking that I can never graduate splendidly in UiTM for it's not a multi-racial learning institution and Shah Alam is like a pitstop to KL that his only daughter might have gone wild to be studying there for just another 4 years.
I was so reluctant to be here actually, but dad's dream to see me succeed, has brought me to an awakening realization. I should set aside my selfish side and think of others as well. It's not like I put him as the reason why I am still here, but I figured out that living up to our beloved ones' dreams can most probably lead us to attainment for the blessing is there. In the sense of making our way to materializing our dreams, to have them our parents as our motivation sources and our pillars of strength can come in handy. After all, UKM is not that bad. It provides us with good facilities and a conducive learning situation. The Law Faculty itself gives me goosebumps and for the time being, it is nervewrecking to have attended Contracts Law classes with Dr. Suzanna as my lecturer. My name has been called out without failed to answer her. She's the only woman who is able to buckle my knees and made me sweat in a freezing lecture hall. It's either she likes my name or I've always looked lost in her lecture. I bet, the very next time my name is being called out, I won't hesitate to change my name or do a plastic surgery. As in for EforLaw classes, in spite of the fun learning condition, I like the fact that Madam Sitha calls me Nadiah. Nobody has ever called me that name before. Not even my parents. Isn't that cute? :) Apart from that, Bandar Baru Bangi itself has many cool spots for a foodie like me. I just can't wait to explore more.
I have been traversing life for 19 years, when it gradually shows that changes can be good at times. I am not saying I am too dependent and clingy. I was in boarding school for five consecutive years that I've learnt, when you're being independent, whatever that you've done the blame is all yours to be taken. Right now, this second is what I'm battling with is to stay focused by making full use of the constructive changes that UKM provides for me in building myself back. We can't always have we want, people. I know, I may not have the same relaxing and convenient times like I had before in Asasi. Kolej Pendeta Za'ba might look scary at nights and the fact I had to hold my pee until the very next morning. The buses may be not sufficient and I may be apart from my bestfriends who happen to be in UM. I may have to endure this painful long-distance friendship. I may feel lost and vulnerable wondering how can I fill my spare time here. Yet, I believe I can make it through and all that I ever need would be perseverance and a cool ride to get me mobilized. No. Wait. A guy who drives a dope ride, generous but stupid. Bravo, Mia. You technically added up subtlety in your complaints and comparisons sections by sprinting an inspiring hope at the end of the lines.
Oooh, as I'm typing this. I can see monkeys outside my room, doing their evening parade.
This is so like in the movie. With the jungle ambience surrounding me.
Till then♥
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