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Relax and breathe

So far, college and assignments are literary killing us.
Most of the deadlines are crashed and we sometimes do get confused.

But i guess so far, for the Field Production Techniques, we pitched our ideas and i'm waiting for the answer.
EPR, hope tomorrow's presentation will go on as plan.
No surprises like what happened to Moral class please.

I guess i can breath and relax for a while.
If not, i'm still going to beach anyway!
Muahahaha~
Yes, its confirmed i'm going to Kuantan this weekend.
Well, the main purpose is to visit my cousin and an old nice colleague.
Gosh~ I am starting to miss them now.
So, wish me luck and i'm going to get some sun tan. (I hope so.)
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Yesterday, during Writing for Different Media class, Sharaad played a movie.
"Good Times, Wonderful Times"I wont say much about the movies.
Its all mostly about wars and how two different life can happened in our mother earth.

The storyline was not bad, though there are many disturbing pictures.
Basically, they showed most of the war time pictures.
From World War 1 to Hitler, then to the Hunger Camp.
I still remember i had to closed my eyes because they make me feel like vomiting.
Then, i started to question myself sub-consciously.

Why does all this had to happened?
What's wrong of being a human in the world?
All this are right life story, but why do we choose to neglect it?
Why does life seems like a piece of shit in an soldier's eyes?
What makes them feel so powerful enough to decide a man's life?
Many more...

I cant seem to find the answer.
Or rather, its too deep to find it.
But i cant stop my mind from not thinking of it.
I almost cried when i was driving alone.
Because i am so lucky enough to avoid all these disaster.
But on the other side of the world, the people are not.
They are living in hell.
But what does fate had done to them?

And when the movie shows pictures of people crying over a dead body, i cant stop thinking what if that was my loved one?
How am i supposed to live on without them?
In addition, there's a handful of cruel and merciless soldier, who they think they are so powerful.

I have to say, this movie gave me the strongest punch i ever felt.
My mind keep repeating the images; i keep questioning myself; my heart ache for the trillion times.
Let's just say, i'm not the one for being a journalist.
But from now, i learn to forgive and forget.
I learn to appreciate.
I learn to love.
I learn to be more patience.

And all my prayers are specially dedicated for those who are least fortunate than me...
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