life is hard dakedo happy

This semester, I am taking a subject called Oral Communication. Basically, the subject is about how we deliver our speech.

For our first ever assignment, our lecturer, Madam Azimah, told us to do a 2-minute speech on a life-changing experience. And so we did. Each person would go to front and tell a story of the event that became the turning point of their life. Someone talked about her two friends who battled with cancer; one succeeded while the other succumbed. A close friend of mine talked about how he lost his dearest sister in a blink of eye. Another talked about losing her grandmother who she would always confided in. There were some who spoke while smiling, and there were also several who shed tears while recalling those memories.

Just from that simple assignment, our eyes were opened and we realized that each of us have our own story to tell. All of us have been hurt, lost something or someone important, and/or made a mistake and learnt from it. Just from that simple assignment, we now look at each other with different perspectives.

We are all human. We have flaws. What matters most are how we embrace those imperfections within ourselves and learn to cope with them.

Thank you for the experience, Madam.

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Hello precious, happy birthday! :')

home

In the past, there was a war between America and Japan. And there have been a lot of movies about it. I've seen Pearl Harbor, which describes the war from the eyes of Americans. I've also seen Letters From Iwo Jima, which tells the story about the war from Japanese' point of view.

Pearl Harbor pictured how the Americans tried hard to win the war and make their country proud, while Letters From Iwo Jima illustrated the Japanese' feelings and fighting spirit.

There's no telling on which side was wrong and which side was right, because after watching both movies, I learnt that the soldiers who fought in the war, be it Americans or Japanese, they all shared one thing in common: someone important was waiting for them to come home safely.

sukirai

When I was much younger, I was placed in a horrible situation. My life was practically a nightmare. Ever since that, I became traumatized, and I started having various complexes. One of them is pushing people away. Every time someone gets close, I sort of freak out and run away. I make them hate me although I didn't really mean to. Somehow it began to look like a reality TV show where the weak ones are eliminated and only the strong ones remain. I lost a lot of friends because of that.

Thank you Nadiah, you must have been through a lot being with me. 愛してる。

glimpse

When life gets hard, sometimes we take some time off for ourselves. Like when work stresses us a little too much, we go off for a vacation to relax our mind.

Sometimes it's tiring to be just me. Sometimes I wish I can take some time off from being me and be someone else for a little while. I wish I can know how others solve their problems and view others as well as themselves. And by learning that, I can try doing them while being myself again.

thought #2

Writing down words is my solace. It allows me to speak out my inner thoughts and calms my mind.

And it shall remain as my solace; a favourite pastime, not as a career.

equality

I don't have many friends. In my small circle of friends, I am only close to just several of them.

When people gather, especially a group of friends, they would talk about other people. When you talk about people, you can avoid bitching about them. And I hate that. I don't like talking about people, and I don't like to listen to them. I hate people ruining my views on others. You may call me naive, but I'm fine with thinking that everyone is nice.

In my opinion, if we treat everyone nicely without discriminating them according to our views on them, they'll treat us just the same. Let me do that, even if you doesn't want to.