September 5, 2014


I was told that I can be a teacher, just because when I talk it sounds like "I know what I am talking about." Maybe it is true, maybe I can really be a good teacher. It may not seems like I can be one right now though, but I am confident that I would be able to do it in the future. 

When I was growing up, I was told not just by my teachers but also by the society, that a teacher is our second parents. We spent a good amount of time listening to them, looking at their faces, following what they are telling us to do, even sharing emotion with them. They really are our second parents outside of our home. Despite of their strict decorum, they alway show compassion. 

At least that is how I have been brought up. In our culture.

What about here? how do they treat "teachers" or "Educators"? Based on my experience, if a student does not like a teacher or their class instructor; a decent child would not do anything, however, a mannerless child would look a that person as just somebody. 

Back home, I have seen teachers cry because students are leaving the institution. Here, I see teachers crying because of the incivility of a student. Here teachers are just a school employee. 

Why? Why can't I see the importance of teachers here?

Is it because of the teacher?

The culture perhaps?

Their parents?

May 2, 2014


I have been regretting of performing many actions that have completely gone against who I am. Actions that whenever I recollect the details, neither sympathy nor pity will be manifested towards me. I, however, would only feel hate and remorse. Many of those acts have been displayed in many people, and in many circumstances. It affected not just those people that had been showed by such actions of mine, but it also affects me and those around me. 

I have been regretting that. 

They said, it would never make any difference if we keep sticking ourselves into our regret. It would never do us good. It would only, however, continuously bring us down to the stage that we would regret doing it

Maybe it would never do us good, maybe it would. 

Displeasure, the negative aspect that I will never be able to get out of my brain. 

February 4, 2013


The train door will be opening for the next stop. The day is near the end. It is time to say goodbye. It will be a farewell for some. They will kiss, hug, shake hands and will continue to smile. They will keep doing that until the train doors start to close. They will wave and will keep their smile until the train cars start pulling each other. 

The train are gone, long gone but the sound of rolling stock can still be heard on the platform. But their heart are still hangover with laughter and smile. Memories

Friends are sometimes like a shoes, you just don't want to take it off even if you have to. 

January 31, 2013


There is this game called "life" where you will be spending majority of it figuring out all kinds of way to keep it going. It is a game that does not include any "quit" option of "restart". Sometimes an "option" does not even exist. Wrong moves can lead for your defeat. Think smartly. 

There a many chances that you will come across all this sort of challenges; although it wil not really affect your strategy but its existence will change the phases of your game. It is called people. Friends, family, lover and enemies are the people that will help you construct your plan for you life, however they will also be those who are willing to pull you down. Their decision to get in your game sometimes affect everything. And getting in to your business to dictate you their life experience is just lame. I mean it is good to learn from people who have been there, but taking "shits" from them is called cheating (well at least in my own opinion).

Sometimes learning things by yourself in a hard way is better than the other. It will take you forever though. That is life. There ain't no easy life. 

January 19, 2013


"Changes" used to frighten me a lot. It was like a blindfold ready to cover my eyes away from any lights and visible things and thoughts. It scares me to death as if it would submerge me down onto the bottom of the ocean. There are times that I'd fought against that change and get nothing and there are days that I would just embrace it. There is no shame. 


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