why it is so hard to talk to each other

WHY IT IS SO HARD TO TALK TO EACH OTHER?

Life has brought us far from each other. A mother is no longer telling her bedtime stories to daughter and no father is able to give his advise. ‘Talk’ is not only supposed to be literally; it can be in the form of letter or even e-mail. [ I’m actually talking too right now,aren’t I? ] What happen to our human race? Should we blame education on our own weaknesses, again? What make it so hard for us to talk?

Here goes my first point, family conflict. Frankly speaking, because of our own mistakes, we have lost the most precious thing in this world, the love of a family. Broken family is like virus that spread out and we are acting as if we do not have the insulin for it. The result is, there is no more even a single conversation between the family members. To make it worse, no party make any initiatives to cure this ‘disease’. Once the communication is abandoned, the bond will break and this will lead to a very weak society in the future. We have seen a lot of youth that is lost in their lost land where they cannot find back the light to go back. Everyday we blame the education system whereby the educators do not play their role as the guiders. Have we ever point the blame on us instead of others? As parents, have we have spend enough time to spend and talk with our children? As a sister or brother, have we accompanied our siblings when they need us regardless when they are happy or not? Prevention is better that cure. Hence, let’s hold the love and talk.

Furthermore, the language barrier that we have to encounter when communicate with a person of a different country. Like what we can see in the movie of Thousand Years of a Good Prayer, Mr Shi was having a difficulty whenever he wanted to communicate with people in the USA. To make them understand he used key words to send the message. From his body language too people can understand what is he trying to say. Fortunately, the character has shown a good quality which no matter how old are we, education never left us. He always recorded any vocabulary that is new to him to make him learn the language better. Compared to us, we often making excuses and delaying work that should be done quick. If we have the same attitude, the language barrier is no longer a problem when we are willing to learn other languages.

HOW TO BREAK EMOTIONAL WAR?

I only have one solution which I can think in the moment. It all started with our own attitude and mentality. When the patience is there, we can deal with any emotion that makes us depressed. The problem is we do not have the stance to control our anger towards an annoying matter. We also have to change our mentality in life. Be optimistic even when we are facing the worst difficulty in life because every cloud has silver lining.

the lost

Study Log 9211 has lost it's life for few weeks now. I have abandoned my own room due to other comitments that are never going to end.

Summer Camp 2009

Everyone is still in Dusun Eco Resort even though it has end a week ago. Why? Because it was a fantastic experienced for all of us. To breathe in the jungle, hear the songs of the flowing streams, run under the hot burning sun and enjoy the most delicious camp's cousines..

No Words to Describe

The birds are singing,
The clouds waving at me joyfully,
neglecting the hot burning sun,
They can still smile at me..
The roar of the truck struck our attentions
Welcoming us to it's la la land..

There's another world far far away
from my sight,
Promise us with bright days and beautiful nights,
Prepare us in becoming a strong knight,
to face with all the challenges that strike..

3 sunny days, 2 cold nights
We spent every little seconds in our life
to forget about the cracking brain days,
and to heal the minds with clean air..

We are tired,
We are exhausted,
but we never regret...

old and new

Hye again..

Frankly speaking, I really don't know what to write on this week. I'm bloody empty with ideas. pity me. so, I went online and ting! I got an idea. Why not, I write something about picture. Ok, I'm not fond of writing a review( I'm totally bad at it), but that's the best I can come out with!

I found this picture on Devian Art. I forgot to look at the name of the photographer and I'm so lazy to google again. Sorry, mr/miss photographer.

what I can see from this picture is the difference in thought. Modern and Classic which are reflected by the building and the woman. The castle(I guess) is showing how strong it can stand in this new world which is full of technology and pollution everywhere these feet would carry. It's not even feel awkward when surrounded by this new air, instead it looks better and has it's own charisma that we can't say in words. I found that old building is something that should not be forgotten. Some people can't see the beauty that lie beneath the rock and the 100 years old woods. Speaking about appreaciating the old one, from the woman perspective, I can see that there's still someone out there who has the same thought as I am. Never neglect the old, keep, care and love them as the new one. She is enjoying the fresh environment. Sitting near the castle giving her a new life. She can smile even though there are so many issues in today's world.

My objective of writing this opinion is to evoke my thought and to appreciate art. It's kind of fun doing this.

That's all for now..

THANK YOU..

P/S: art is a reflection of life..

the best

I still remember the first day I walked in the cold new land. Alone. I didn’t with whom I can dependent on after all my strengths had gone to their own world. They were far away from my horizon. For some times, I had been thinking whether I can survive in this place. A hand grabbed me one day, gave me her beautiful smile and shared everything in the world with me since then.

we were just finished CHEMISTRY PAPER(SPM '07)

We walked together in every way we took and never forgot about each other, more than a lover. She never let me cry alone and always give me strength to stand up again. Yes, she’s my strength now. Everyone in the school can see how close we were and always labelled us as the lesbians. That made us closer each second, each minute, each hour, each day, each month, and each year.

Gossips on boys, seniors and teachers were our normal hobbies. Watching the cute seniors from the class windows was our routines. Talking on the phone for 1 hour until the bills rose up to RM100++ even though we didn’t actually have the specific idea what to talk on.

on our graduation day

How I miss all the moments with her. Funny moments. Cute moments. And not to forget, the bad ones.

Now, we are so far apart. Still the light is there because I know she will always be there for me if I need her. So, do I. I still need her shoulder when I weak. I still want to share every little thing with her. I miss her so much. And today(10th April), it’s her birthday. I can’t celebrate it with her like we used to do. I miss her so much. I feel like going to her place this second. I MISS YOU LIKE CRAZY!!!

Last Wednesday, she sent me these two cute messages to tell me how much she misses me right now. I MISS YOU TOO,GURLFREN! I think she’s a bit stress this week because she’s going to have her final exam next week. This reminds of the time when we were having our PMR and SPM during our school years. We studied together and I always scolded her because she’s so stubborn. That’s the way of me showing my love ,babe. Thank God, both of us are now in a good track and I always pray for the best for her.

HAPPY BITHDAY, GURLFREN. I WISH YOU WILL HAVE A GOOD RESULT FOR YOUR FINAL EXAM AND CAN BE THE BEST MARINE BIOLOGIST ONE DAY. INSYAALLAH. DON’T EVER DARE TO FORGET ABOUT ME, OK? MAY ALLAH GIVE HIS BLESS TO YOU IN EVERYTHING THAT YOU WANT TO DO. I LOVE YOU,FOREVER.=)

p/s I MISS MY PARENTS AND CATS TOO

ACA-nomics

I don't actually good at writing an academic journal which full of those pretentious words, I think. Here goes the role of my beloved thesaurus. I think I'm not going to write fully 'academic'. I try..

My journal for this week will be examined on education. To be precise, it's about someone who had cherished my Economics world. To be honest, I never liked Economics last year. I H-A-T-E IT!!! In fact, Economics WAS the NESCAFE time not only for me, but for the whole class. To addapt with the new subject was not a pleasent experience for me and I feel sorry for the lecturer because he/she tried so hard to make us understand. Result, a failure.

This year, we were hoping for a new, fresh lecturer who can knock our head with all the theories of Economics. On the first class, we met her. She had shown a good signal when she started the class with activities that made us enjoyed applying our Economics knowledge( even though it's not so much compared to what we should know). From that time, we don't need any NESCAFE and felt so fresh during the class. She just knew how to tackle her students and made everything simple and easy. Economics text are not two or three lines but pages and pages. To make it worse, the languages are not English at all( not literally).

Three months of pleasure have passed and we still imagined ourselves in the class with her. On one fine sunny day, she told us that she is no longer going to be teaching us Economics. She has been promoted by the National Bank. We can hear the thunder in our hearts. We are already in a good track, and now she's leaving us. In fact, she's already gone.

You don't how much we appreciate you, miss. You made me love the bussines cycles, the principles, the head cracking graphs and datas. Now, you are gone. Thank you so much for everything. THANK YOU, MISS JESRINA.

=(

P/S: THANK YOU TO YOU TOO,MR DERICK

what should i do more?

What should I do more?
I always ask myself why am I so dumb and the worst student in my class. Why? Yes, I’m so badly depressed right now because of my study. Why all my marks are decreasing in every test? I’m tired. Why my friends who watch anime almost every night can score better than me? Why? Should I watch anime too? I will not feel as bad as now if I didn’t study. Unfortunately, I did study and do all the works. I woke up early everyday even though my class start at 1.30 p.m. so, I can do my revision in library. I spent lots of time to write again all the notes at night. I feel like all my efforts are useless!

I don’t know what else to do with my performance. Every test is a depression injection for me and I really want to find the cure. I’m afraid if my performance is keep dropping, I will get bored with this whole thing which I don’t want. I cried almost every day recently. In my heart and sometime I cried at the roof top where I can be alone. Now, I’m still at the same place writing this post. Crying and crying. My tears are the one who’re typing this post not my fingers.
Every time I want to move on and keep fighting, there must be something that goes against it. Why I can’t get a 100% mark like them? Why am I so stupid??!!!I feel like killing myself now but that’s not the best solution.

My friends are much much better than me. If not the best in Physics, she’s the best in English and if he’s not the best in Chemistry, he’s the best in Applicable Mathematics. What about me? NONE! To those my friends, who got high marks, please don’t ever say that you are bad because you just made me feel even worse. I’m sorry because I feel this way. It’s not your fault and don’t feel bad about it.

I don’t how long I can get through this. I feel so bad towards my parents. They’re hoping the best from me and I’m just so stupid and can’t fulfil the only thing that they want.
I AM SO DEPRESSED!!!
Sorry, Mr Derick because you have to read about another depression.

p/s:
Kill me.please.

~my lover~

my life is all about you,

my day is all about you,

not even a second,

I want to erase that smile

Never..

you are everything to me..

everytime I hurt you, it kills me..

everytime those tears drop

because of me,

it makes me a wilt flower,

waiting for its time to kiss the earth.

please, don't cry..

God,

Please give them the best in everything,

I don't want to paint sorrow of

your life, my love..

how I wish I can paint rainbow

for you

every second,every minute, every hour of your life..

promise,swear

it's the only hope I can give

please don't lose faith in me..

my love to you is the most sincere thing in my life..

my care to you is the biggest thing I can give..

I want to give yo everything,

Mak...Abah...

I love you..

In my life, besides friends, my parents are my best friends. I don't have sisters to play with or brothers to wrestle with. I only have them. My parents. They always there for me when I need them. When I knew that I hurt them, I cried because I made them cried which I never wanted it to happen. I'm sorry for being such a bad daughter.I'm sorry for not giving what you want.I'm such a bad daughter.

They had sacrificed a lot for me, and this is the time for me to lessen their burden. Even though this journey is still long and tiring, I have to face it with courage. Everytime I depressed, I cried and cried at the balcony so that I would released all the pain for them. I can't be weak now. Not until I can achieved what I want for my parents. They are my lovers. No man can replace them.I love both of you..eternity..

p/s

I LOVE YOU