dare to dream.....

hmm...

i was taking a few mins break after having my head stuffed wif immunology, when it crosses my mind... dare to dream...

still can remember... when i was 9 years old... sumone (cant remember who) told me about boarding schools... sounds like fun to me... be in a boarding school... making new set of frenz... away from home... get ur self a bit more of independence... its not that i dont like to be homed tho... its just... love doing things on my own... get ur self the control in making decisions... hahhaa.. at nine... that was how i was thinking.. so, i promised to my self.. that one day... i will be there... n yes. 3 years later.. i was in KYS.. ^_^

then, its time to think about where i'd want to further my studies after school... was still looking... n i do still remember on one fine afternoon... watching the tv alone, there was a programme on TV1 i guess.. hehehe.. showing a few varsities in eire... n from that moment on... i know that there in eire is where i'd be one day... n again.. my dream did become a reality.. im here now... in eire... doing what i wanted to do --> medicine! ^_^ alhadulillah...

so, u see... its not wrong to dream of something that is achievable.. its just that u have to know ur inner strenght.. n work hard for it. believe in ur self n in Allah's will, ur dreams may one day come true... having a dream just make ur life more worthful.. to have a vision.. something to strive.... n when u'r finally there, the feeling of self satisfaction is just... "undescribable"! ^_^

n here's a poem id like to share... one that i learned from high school when i was in KYS.. one of my fave..

The Road Not Taken

TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
 
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Robert Frost (1874–1963).