I was born a baby

I am not born as a warrior

I do not inherit any wealth

I was not meant to look cool

I was always scared

I was once mistaken as a mute girl

I was born as a baby

with nothing to offer but cries and laughter

but as I grew up I learn

that I cannot be that baby anymore

I had to be a warrior in the battle of life

I had to earn money to live

I have to pretend to look cool

I have to be a lot braver

and I have to talk more

for I am not a baby anymore

It was so easy to hurt

Yes, it is very easy to hurt someone. A flick of the hand to the face, a string of insult, a nasty rumor or an order to do something idiotically stupid. The consequence is to the victim. They by themselves had to bear the pain for days. If the pain subside then thank God everything is fine but what about if a SCAR was left. It will not be easy to remove a scar. Some can be removed by plastic surgery but some other scars haunt you forever. They might not be the usual scar we often seen on the bruised skin but the one inside. The emotional scar can not be removed because it had penetrated deeply into the heart's deepest core. But maybe a sincere apology might sooth the scar away. LIFE is a big risk. We might hurt ourselves trying to survive it but getting hurt because of something stupid is just not worth it. Hope the guilt will last for eternity.

Diving into the World of Dyslexia

Recently, I was given a project to undergo under my Psycholinguistic course. We are required to study subject which are children with disability regarding to learning. I think our group will decide on doing the autism syndrome. I will agree with them. But I actually prefer to do on Dyslexia. The children with this syndrome have difficulties mainly in reading and writing.

People often mistaken these special children as idiots, imbecile, stupid, lazy and some other interpretations 'normal and able' people seem to give to these children. The truth is that they are all willing to study and very hardworking but they have problem in their brain which hinder the learning process. What they are thought are different from what their brain register. So often they are frustrated because nothing they do seem right to the teachers or the parents. I believe they wanted to be like any normal children who can impress their teachers by giving the right answer or receiving compliments for doing a good job from their parents.

I believe that the Dyslexia person live in a different world from the 'normal' human being. The term 'normal' is actually very ambiguous.

What is 'NORMAL'?

We think something is normal when most of the people agree that that is the true convention, that is what life should be, that is what people should wear, that is how we are suppose to eat. That is normal for them. So, what about the minority who do not agree with the 'normal ways' and see things and life in an opposite way. What about the people who look different? Should they be alienated from our 'perfect and normal' world? Can't these two different and opposite worlds live together side by side?

If the Dyslexia person can not understand the normal writing and reading convention why can't we invent a new language and sound that they understand for them. If we can't accept them into our 'normal and perfect' world why can't we at least strengthen the bond between our worlds so they can have a better world?


What do you think?

I Am AddICTed 2 Chocolate

Recently I realize something. I can get bored with something easily. I am bored with my current perfume. I stop crazing for Bliss Straberry drink. I tried to taste 5 new different ice creams from Walls over my usuall Tropicana. My fav mangas are starting to sound boring and chicken started to taste funny on my tongue. These phenomenas proof that after some time even our favorite things and craving become boring and uninteresting.

But among all of the boring list I list out, one thing remain the same. I am still and forever addicted to Chocolate. For a chocholic I cannot be seperated from Chocolate. Our existence interwine each other. I will always crave for Chocolate.

The Chocolate that I had lost.

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THROUGH MY SENSES

Use your eyes as if tomorrow you would be stricken blind,

Hear the music of voices, song of a bird, the mighty strains of an orchestra as if you will be stricken deaf tomorrow,

Touch each object you want to touch as if tomorrow your tactile sense would fail,

Smell the perfume of flowers, taste with relish each morsel as if tomorrow you could never smell or taste again,

and live your live as if you would die tomorrow.

-Helen Keller, 'Three Days to See'-