the same old routine as every saturday, math class in the morning and volunteering work in the afternoon, ice cream at iceberry and hot sizzling squid. but today just different from any other day because today is * parent's day. Instead of having mother's day and father's day, the KOreans had their own that is the parent's day.
well for me, i dont really like the idea of having such celebration. i am 365days love to my both mama and babah. it just a commercial value, adding the profit to the card's maker, bouquet and gift shop. etc . consider myself as a very professional lover to own parents, the idea of having mother's day and father's day were totally way out of the Malaysian cultural. it's not really a cultural celebration to value the sacrifies of ur parents, but just to add more family * in the western country which the divorce rates is tremendously high. but somehow, i have to admit that our parents are actually always waiting for us to say something sweet about them on that day. for the atmosphere is overwhelming , they always wish the love is in the air.
i just cant tell how much i miss my family, and everything ' i missed almost everything that just passed me by. maybe it just me, or maybe i am too much of missing beautiful life. well i am almost screwed up by the surroundings, and being pretended. i wish i am free to talk, free to have my own desire, passion and ability to stand on my own feet. it feels so much anger that volatile,
it'has been 2 and half years i m studying abroad. still 2 and half years to go. i'm happy sometimes when the right time comes , but how would imagine living with people underestimating on everything you did and done. even you were trying to save the planet. i amnot a superman and not pretend to be. i am just me. what ever the sentence . it still me that shall rule me.
i am just a student that on stand on average marks, suck big time in my last sem mathcalcul subject.
i might not good, but at least i think if i am myself, i could change the world better. i dont like people to decide on me on what to do, and not to. i dont give a damn
i hate the idea of having roomates. guess that is the point that make me single forever.
it's the invasion of private and confidential stuff. a disclosure of underworld me tht sacred. it was rite abt the idea of vulnerability makes the intimacity. a closer relationship and a lending hand.
everything abt tht is true.
but in my case, i dont have any space to talk abt it. as everyone stands on their own desire, neglecting the full idea of that. i was chatting with my best friend while my roomate was sleeping. i didnt meant to wake her up, and i just felt tht my voice was ok nice sorta something like tht is not too loud but in just 1 m radius. then i even spoke in my softest voice, trying not to evading her priceless sleep.
i tot my action was ok. just putting myself in her shoes, i would consider that it has been a long time since my last conversation with my best friend.
action speak louder than words
there she was putting her both pointed fingers in both her ears. sleeping with annoyance look n hurts me more than it was if she told me to slow the volume of my speech.
i am wrong at the moment it doesnt mean that she's right. this is not an objective q.
there was somethng is the book that i read recently abt this communication prob.
a book by Deborah Tennen. I say this because I love you. a nY bestselller.

i tend to write abt the summary of this book. it was too lazy, n i get enuff to write till this period.