Dan sat on the fences by his home. He could hear the cheering that was going on around the states, Washington, Chicago, New York, or so he thought. Nope, it was quiet. Silence. He looked up to the stars, no, there was no cheering going on here, or maybe it was his heart and mind that was cheering. The farm was quiet, all of his day chores had completed and the animals were all fast asleep. He took a sip of the beer he had open earlier to celebrate, even though there was no one to celebrate with.
Dan had cast his vote, though unlike the people in Texas that favour Republican, Dan had voted for the other party. The results were out just now where he sat and watched with his parents. Obama had win! The rush of joy pump through Dan's veins and he hear his speech. Though his parents were not that happy with it, but Dan couldn't care more.
He did not took his eyes off the sky, which it was full of stars. He smiled, remembering the news that Maryland and Maine had legalize gay marriage. It was a step, a small step, but nevertheless a step. "The idea if you are willing to work hard, it doesn't matter who you are, or where you come from, or what you look like, or where you love. It doesn't matter if you are black or white, Hispanic or Asian or native American, or young or old, or rich or poor, able, disable, GAY or straight, you can make it here in America if you are willing to try." Obama speech still rang in his head. One day. Dan murmured to himself. He knew that day would come and he wanted to be here to see it! It gave him hope.
If you paid attention to the story I guess you knew what this blog post was all about
The picture above was what Obama tweeted after his won.
I must say, I was thrill, happy, excited and just overwhelm that Obama won the election.
Even though I am not American, but I just felt happy, didn't know why though.
I see change in the country and it's a good one.
Spend 20 minutes today to listen to the victory speech by Obama.
I must say it was motivating and worth every second of it.
Once again, I congratulate Obama!
On the side note:
“Growing up is about aiming to succeed wildly and being fulfilled by failing really well.” — Courtney E. Martin
I always talk about improving myself, about being a better me right? Okay, I don't want to sound like I'm promoting something, but go check this out. TED is a nonprofit devoted to Ideas Worth Spreading. It's just Talks that share ideas on improving yourself. I would not explain detail into it, but go check it out yourself. (click here)
If you are in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia, TED will be holding an event on November 17 for the third TEDxYouth@KL, in celebration of this year's TEDxYouthDay.
Date: November 17, 2012 Time: 1pm - 6pm Venue: Auditorium Tun Dr. Siti Hasmah, Level 10, Menara SSM @ Sentral, KL Sentral.
Found this on tumblr and it's worth every second of it, give it a look.
You’re sitting in your room ~ door locked ~ with a pen in your hand and a blank piece of paper infront of you. Your hand is shaking, and the tears begin again - for the third time in the past hour. ‘To my family’ you write at the top of the page, but decide it’s a bad way to begin your letter ~ your suicide letter. You try again, start over ~ again and again, but you don’t know where to begin. No one understands you; no one knows what you’re going through, you’re alone or at least that’s what you think. Nobody would care if you’re alive or not, you mean nothing to nobody.
It’s night, and you slip into bed. ’Goodbye’ you whisper into the darkness. And with that, you take your last breathe and end it all.
No body cares, right? Well you thought wrong. It’s a Tuesday the following morning, and when it’s 7:21, your mother comes and knocks on your door. She doesn’t know you can’t hear her she doesn’t know you’regone. She knocks a few more times, calling your name to open up. When there is no reply from your side of the door, she opens it and screams. She collapses on the ground while your dad rushes to your room. Your siblings have already left for school. Your very weak mother collects all the energy she’s got which is close to nothing to walk over to your bed. She leans over your dead body, crying, squeezing your hand, screaming. Your dad is trying to stay strong, but the tears escape his eyes; calling 000 or 911 with his left hand while his other one is on your mother’s back. Your mother blames herself. All those times she had said ‘no’ to you, all those times she had screamed at you, and sent you to your room over something stupid. Your father will blame himself for not being there for you when you asked for help, for being away from home at work for long. Nobody cares, right?
8:34. There’s a knock on your classroom door it’s the school principle. She looks more worried than ever. She calls the teacher to the side; all the students worried: what’s going on? The principle then later announces about your suicide. The popular girl that always called you fat and ugly is now blaming herself. The kid that would always copy your homework but treat you like crap ~ he’s blaming himself. The boy that sits behind you ~ the one that always threw things at you during class ~ he’s blaming himself too. The teacher is blaming herself - for all those times she’d scream at you for forgetting your homework, or not listening in class. People are crying, screaming, shocked, in regret of what they did. They’ll all be devastated - even the kids you’ve never talked to before. Still nobody cares about you, right?
Your siblings get home. Your mother has to tell them that you’re gone; forever. Your little sister ~ no matter how many times she’s screamed at you, told you she hated you and stole your stuff ~ always loved you, and saw you as her hero; her role model. She now starts to blame herself; why didn’t I do what she told me to do when she told me to? Why did I take her stuff even when she asked me not to? This is all my fault. Your brother gets home ~ the boy that never cries. He’s now in his room; mad at himself ~ he caused your death. All those times he’d played pranks on you. He’s punching holes in his wall, turning over things; he doesn’t know how to deal with the fact that you’re gone. Forever. Nobody cares about you, right? Right?
It has been over a month. The door to your room has been closed all this time. Everything is different now. Your brother has to be sent to anger management classes, your little sister cries everyday still waiting for you to come back. Everyday she waits for you to come back home. The popular girls have now turned anorexic. They don’t know how to deal with the pain that they’re feeling. Your father has depression; your mother hasn’t slept for nights it’s all her fault. She’s been crying and screaming every night wishing for you to come back. The boy who would always bother you dropped out of school. The boy that copied your homework now cuts. But nobody cares about you, aren’t I right?
Your mother finally decides to go clean out your room. But she can’t do it. She’s locked herself in your room for two days to try to clean up your clothes, your things. But she can’t she can’t say goodbye to you, not yet, not now. Never.
It’s your funeral. It’s a big one ~ everybody comes. No one knows what to say. The beautiful girl with the big smile is gone; you’resomewhere else. No one knows what to say, they’re all still shocked. Everyone cries, everyone misses you. They all wish you’d come back but you don’t, and you won’t.
Still think nobody cares about you? Think again. Even if people don’t show it, they care about you, they love you. If you kill yourself today or any other day you won’t know just how much you meant to people. If you kill yourself today, it stops your pain, but it pains all the ones who know you for the rest of their life. Suicide is the easy way out - but it’s the wrong choice. Life is beautiful. Yes, it does have its ups and downs everyone has their bad days. Sometimes people go through tough times in their lives like you’re probably going through now but bad times come and go. You might not see the light at the end of the tunnel, but it’s there. No matter how hard life gets, never give up on yourself, or on your life.
Take a minute now, and think. If you killed yourself ~ how would the people that love you feel/go through? Can’t think of anything? Well I’ll tell you: tears, tears, and more tears. Devastation. Guilt. Pain. Broken. Regret. Miserable.
If after reading this you still feel suicidal, there are people that can help you. I’m here for you whenever you need me, and I’ll be more than happy to listen to you and try to help you feel better. There are teachers, parents, grandparents, neighbors, adults, councilors ~ they’re all there for you whenever you need them.
I just want you to remember three things: you’re beautiful, you’re not alone, and it does get better, I promise. ♥
A visitor interpretive centre in Sekinchan, Malaysia.
Not to bore you guys out, if you guys are interested to know about it,
drop me a comment so I would upload a more detail version into here.
Ignore the watermark.
Basically, this post I would talk something more about my project.
I wanted to talk about struggles and pulling forward.
This semester was hell as I stated earlier, you have no idea. I admit I was slacking so much and I just lose my focus in architecture and in life. The main reason of it was the change in life. I know change is inevitable, but it affected me tremendously. The fact that suddenly seeing friends that I used to share everything with move on, the worst part was I was standing there dying inside, it was the worse feeling. I slacked so much this semester and while I was finishing this final board for presentation, I cracked. Preparing architecture boards are not simple even though some people might not know, but I guess, let's just say this is a stressful thing to do. Submission was on Tuesday 6pm and at Tuesday noon, I haven't lay out anything in my board. At that moment, I cracked under pressure. I see no future at all, all I want to do is to just give up my future, because frankly at that time, I thought I fail in this board. You see I promise myself I would ace this board to prove to myself, and them, that I could live better even though I lose some of my best friend, but at that time I couldn't, I really couldn't. I was failing, losing friends and I don't even think I could handle architecture.
I went out driving, calm myself down and think. I'm glad I did that really. At that point, I didn't think my future was something I would look forward to. What if I never find someone would love me? What if I only work at 9-5 daily, without enough money for luxury? What if I wake up one day and think this is not the life I want to live? I bet you guys thought this before right? And so, that drive got me thinking, if I gave up then, I definitely won't have those, but if I fight for it, there will be a chance right? So I promise myself, never go down without a fight! I would reconsider everything in my life that's for sure, but I would not let things bring me down. What doesn't kills you make you stronger right?
All I'm trying to say is, I know what is like to breakdown and thinking nothing in your future you look forward to. Remember there's always your parents and if that's not enough, there's you. I watched glee and I think this is so true.
"What do you most look forward to in life?" Ask yourself this.
For me, I would say I look forward to see what job I end up doing, who is my significant other and teaching my children this lesson, to never give up on life. Live for yourself, because if you gave up, you only gave up on yourself, nobody would care that much, don't live for someone else. One day you look back, you would remember what YOU have been through and what YOU have accomplished. Please never give up.
Some songs that got me through.
Kelly Clarkson - Stronger
All American Rejects - Move Along
Glee - Fly/I Believe I Can Fly
Glee - Survivor/I Will Survive
After all this, I wanted to do something to help, so
I set up this new blog, an advice blog.
Ask me any question, I may not be any expert,
but we will figure it out okay?
Don't say no one cares, because I do.
http://thinggetsbetter.tumblr.com/
Ask me for advice there and if I didn't reply,
is because I didn't recieved it, I'm still new to this whole tumblr thing.
If not, please drop a comment for advice here or my twitter.
I will try to help, even if its a simple problem.
I believe I can fly.
stepping away from reality.
Saturday, July 7, 2012
He sat there looking out to the Golden Gate Bridge. The night was clear, all the stars that lid behind it was extravagant. He always saw the bridge, but today was nothing like it. Today there was someone beside him. He held the person's hand tightly and pull the person closer. He never thought he would ever find someone who made him felt this way and he smiled knowing, he thought wrong.
The post everyone has been long awaiting for.
For you guys who did not know, I went to the states during March for three weeks.
That was my highlight of the first six months in 2012.
Gonna separate the post in 3 parts, because I went to three different places.
By the way, I chose quantity over quality, so prepare for all the photos!
First up, SAN FRANCISCO.
How do I even start to describe San Francisco?
It was amazing! Seriously.
This is a place I would definitely consider to stay in in the future.
The people are nice, weather's great, everything is just perfect.
Got all prepare for the 20 hours flight from Malaysia to Hong Kong and all the way to San Francisco.
Hong Kong airport. The façade of the building is amazing.
Welcome to Hyatt Regency Hotel! I get to stay in a 5 star hotel! =D
Some photos of the hotel.
My view out the hotel.
Basically, I went there with my father but he was on a business trip,
so I spent a week walking all over San Francisco alone,
but it was interesting and I enjoyed it.
Took many scenery shots without me inside, but reassure,
I was at all the place.
Some sceneries of SF.
Bay bridge.
Apperantly SF is famous for sea lion, by Pier 39.
Colt Tower.
A view from colt tower. See how organize the city is.
SF famous cable car! It's a must when visiting there.
I was there! =D
Breads in SF is famous, so is CLAM CLOWDER! <3
Night view.
You know what amaze me?
This bunch of people playing with fire in the night till midnight,
just many of them, maybe 20,
they were all just playing with it and everyone would stop by and have a look,
some would take photographs.
Makes me think that they just did what they like.
Just enjoy life.
Am I missing out a photo? Yes I am!
It won't call a trip to SF without visiting the Golden Gate Bridge.
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