I like being an individual or independent. Depending on someone is like uncertain thing. Relying on somebody else is like not having a solid foundation. Without a solid foundation, you house will not stand firm during the strom.
After all, being independent is the best!
I don’t wanna miss ya..
But, I desperately do
I don’t wanna think about ya..
But, you are always on my mind
I can’t believe time passed so quickly
And,those beautiful memories are fading…
But, I still miss those old days
breezy days in summer, walking under the rain in June,our school, classmates and teachers,
the smell of kar-yay pan that I loved, having mote-hin-kha for breakfast,
hearing conversations in burmese tone, reading books in burmese, seeing faces of burmese,
celebrating all those wonderful festivals of the year,
happiness of my childhood,
And, I miss every pieces of the memory about you..
How could I forget you, when you are belonged to my heart???
Ps: It’s not a poem. Its just the rambling voices of my soul for missing my homeland.
"Moments"
You can only have a "moment" for once in your life time. Once you have it, you can never get it back.
I do have different pieces of amusing moments in my life. Each little moment had been special and remarkable to me. The sad part is knowing that this delightful moment gonna end soon. And, you will never have the exact, same kind of this moment ever again.
That’s the reason that people keep saying, "It is the fortune that brought us to meet at this moment".
Well, I’m still collecting those wonderful moments of my life for remembrance.
1841
Sie liebten beiden, doch keiner
Wollt’es dem andern gestehn.
Heine
Their love was so gentle, so long, and surprising,
With pining, so deep, and zeal, like a crazy uprising!
But,much like foes, they shunned their meetings,
confessions…
And were cold and empty their short conversations.
They left each other in suffering, wordless and proud,
And only in dreams, saw the image beloved, farther.
Death had come and commenced their date in the world, that
is out…
But they didn’t discern in this new world each other.
Ps: Most poems are more beautiful in their original language. But, I like this poem so much even in translation.
"Oh..I think it’s too late. Just give up.."
Are you hearing those phrases from people all the time?? If you are, let me tell you something.."Ignore it!"
I don’t understand why people are being so negative and unsupported. All of us usually like to seek advice from our work/school mates or friends when we become indecisive. It is not a bad thing to ask someone for an advice or opinion. But, I found out that we often lose our opportunity/chances because of those discourage advices.
Most people are negative-minded and seeking for their opinions is like consuming more poisons. They make you weaker, weaker and weakest. They tell you, "you can’t do that! no one can neither" "it is too late.Just give up" "If I was you, I won’t do that" "I don’t think you will succeed. It is impossible..blah..blah..blah..etc..
We are living in a largely negative world, and unless you don’t listen to those voices, that negativity will drain the self-esteem from you.
Don’t be a coward!Never give up before you give a try. And, don’t let other people limiting you and your success.
Listen your own voice!
I have been reading some poems lately..and I just wanna share some poems that I like…This poem is about a person who met the girl that he loved in his youth life, years later and composed how she had been changed and he still love the girl from the past, but not this one.
1841
No, not with you I fell in love so fast,
And not for me your beauty is succeeding;
I love in you my suffering preceding,
And youth of mine, that perished in the past.
And when sometimes my look is long and hard,
And penetrates your eyes of high perfection;
I’m busy with a secret conversation,
But not to you I send my words of heart.
To my youth’s girl, my word of soul flies,
In features yours, I seek for other dears,
In lips alive–the lips, so mute for years,
In eyes–the flame of the extinguished eyes.
Ps: This poem is written in 1841.
I’m a little out of luck right now.I got pc problem! I got Gateway Exam,thousands of projects & reports, hundreds pieces of Assignments to catch up, and those lame tests.
Well, that’s life! Get tough..I have to keep going on no matter how bad it is.
Yesterday was shocking & horrifying!!
there was massacre on Virginia University Campus.
Imagine..while you were having fun with your life yesterday’s morning, those 32 people were killed by a gunman.
Don’t you think you should be Glad for being alive even if you think that life is just a bowl of lames?
Let just keep quite for a moment for those people who can’t have "tomorrows" anymore…
What should you do when you are being chased by so many things at the same time?
What should you do when you see earthworms all the time in your eyes that you just disseted this morning?
What should you do when you have 60 prombles to work on for 60 minutes?
What should you do when you are feeling sick but can’t have a rest?
What should you do when you are so afraid of losing something but you also want to win so bad?
What should you do when you don’t really care anything/anyone around you and have to pretend like you do?
What should you do when you know it’s too late to do it?
What should you do when they told you that you don’t have feelings at all? (like a baribe doll without feeling in her)
What should you do when you are sick of people?
What should you do when you don’t want to do anything?
This is in Bio class.
me: how tall are you?
she:"I’m 6 ft in the morning & 5ft 11in in the evening"
I laughed cuz I liked the way she answered it," scientfically".
ps: (scientists said that human are more taller in the morning. )
