My Review of 2013

It’s December 31, 2013 and tomorrow or at least at 12 midnight tonight 2014 dawns in our lives. I felt that time flied so fast this year, but I know a lot of things happened and it will all become my cherish memories.

I rarely shared my personal life to anybody and I sometimes hesitate to tell my friends and family what happened and what my feelings are. But, today I felt that I should share to you guys what happened to me in this 2013 year, you know like what google and YouTube did. Looking back into the year, picking out one of the best and memorable events of my 2013 life.

On January 2013, when the state I was living in US, was filled with snow, the second term of my high school started. One thing that I remember the most at that time frame was that instead I have JROTC as an elective, I have art. I love art. You could see it clearly in my blog. Although it doesn’t look professional, I love doing it when I have no idea what to do. But, I felt this belonging when I think about JROTC. I know I had no place in the army or in the US, but JROTC changed me. It found my friend that I hang out every day throughout my freshman school year.

So, I decided to go back to JROTC. Even though it is strict and we had to wear uniforms every Tuesday, it doesn’t matter because I have my friend and I know I belong there with the students who have low grades. I’m not sure that I picked the right choice until one day major asked me if I want to be S1. I have no idea what is that at that time until Sergeant told me that S1 is someone who keep up with the Cadets file and all those keeping files in computer stuff. It was an easy job actually but you have to do it with accuracy and come to think of it I have to keep up with about 300 cadets’ files. Many, of course, but it is a sign that my teachers are starting to trust me.

From February to April, it is just school. I remember that I was getting ready with the S1 job. I could feel that my sophomore year was going to be a great year and I cannot wait for it. Of course, there’s the part that my friend will move to somewhere. That was the only sad part for my sophomore next year but I could make new friends now that I had confidence. I was having fun at this time frame. The Interact club was going to help my country and I will be the leader in that project. My parents actually give me a phone that I can use and call people. I don’t really have grand time in tennis though but I made many friends and gain many experiences. Every week it snow. I had an eye on some guy that I had no nothing about. Yes, it was fun and that’s when I feel the high school feeling.  Learn, study, make friends, fall in love, sports, test.

Oh, yes…test. I sometimes have stress about it, but I know I could get it through. May is the month that is full of test. Not just school test but also life test. The school test was fine. I get A’s for all of my subjects and I got 2 for my AP test. I did a mistake in the AP test and I learn from it. I just hope I am not stupid enough of not doing it again. This month was also the month when I get to know that my family and I are moving back to Malaysia. When my mom told us that, I was full of mixed feelings. I am happy that we are going back home, but I was sad that I am going to leave US. I was sad that I never got to get that S1 job. I was sad that I cannot learn more of CCT stuff. I was sad that I cannot continue the best Taekwondo class ever. I was sad that I could never live in the new house that we just moved in.

June dawn. We were packing like crazy because stupid effing Petronas give us so little time to pack. But, it doesn’t matter. We are going home. There’s no place like home.

August to November was nothing but a breeze. The fasting month went and gone. Eid was fun and memorable with new members of the family. I went to the school that I went to when I was Form 1. Nothing change that much. I met some old friends and some new friends. I find someone to crush on and also someone to jealous on. I don’t feel different because there IS a kid like me. You know, moving from another school to this school. In coincidence, she had the same name as mine! The only difference I am not going to take PMR and she will. I miss being different. To be the only one who wears hijab in the class. To be the only one that had such inexplicable name to say. To be the only one who have a name that has a meaning. To be respected and known by teachers.

I have no experience in PMR. You might laugh at this. I am not lucky not to take PMR. I am unlucky. Not to experience was unluckiness.

December. Season Holidays in US. Malaysia…nothing but staying at home and do some chores. I am not excited for the next school year either hate it. I feel bleh. I would like to learn the new stuff, but I need to get myself together. I need to accept reality. I need to find out my approach for the next school year.

PMR results. Congratulations to my very best friend. She got 8 A’s. I felt so happy for her. I felt so happy for everyone that took PMR. I am so happy that they had the courage to take PMR, not like me. A coward.

My 2013 year is and was eventful.  The first year was one of the happiest things in my life. My teachers believing in me had a powerful feeling in me and I really want to thank them to believe in me. As it goes on, it was started to dull me and made me rebellious which is uncommon for me. I want to stay in US, but I know it already change the minute that I left. I am trying my best to accept that I am here in Malaysia, not living in the powerful US anymore. Pray for me… that I could accept this.

Well, that’s pretty long. I hope you guys don’t mind. Here’s a YouTube video that gives a review of 2013. Well, in YouTube anyway, not real life.

Lol...I like this video..

Okay I have a big sense of what's happening around the world. I felt is a sin not to share this to you guys too...although you guys already watch it so many times.

So, how your 2013 look like?

Wish Well Wisher 

Oh...Happy Hew Year People! Hope you like your 2013 year and have a grand time in 2014

Winter! Snow! Holidays!

I know I had not write for a long time. To tell you the truth, I have no idea what to write all this past days, but don't get it wrong. I like to write to you guys because you are one of people that listens to me.

It's December and you know what that means. It's nearly Christmas. Okay, I don't celebrate Christmas, but I like the holiday cheer when I was at Denver. Man, every time I thought about Denver, I felt it like a lifetime ago, but in truth, it's about six months ago. That's fairly long. I felt like all the two years I had been living in Denver was a dream that came true. I felt like I never left Malaysia. 

Anyway, let's talk about Christmas. Or, actually...holidays. I know that are a lot of holidays celebrate in December. A lot...but I only remember Christmas. You know, every time when December hits United States, I could feel the anticipation. Of waiting. People decorate their house. The radios blasting every single Christmas music. The beautiful snow that fall down and shivers our spine. 

Ahh...the snow...One thing I like about snow was the beauty of it. So, beautiful and sparkly. I just want to stare at it all day. If I don't get cold first. I remember I was standing outside with my friend, Jordyn, because we were waiting for my father to pick us up. Then, it started snowing. Most people went inside and so, there are few people left outside. It was quiet, but not the kind of quiet that make you feel lonely. Jordyn shivers beside me, complaining about the cold,  while I stare in wonder at the snowflake that fall down on my jacket. The intricate pattern of the snowflake, the silence, the gently sound of wind...beautiful...just beautiful.

This is one of the time that I stay outside when it is snowing. Oh..I forgot...my crush was there too. Now, that make it more beautiful. The cold didn't bother me at that time.

You must be bored of me talking about snow. But, snow is nature. It is one thing that I think it is beautiful as the stars. I don't know...I don't know...

But, I know one thing. What's December without Christmas Eve? Or, What's December without school holidays? 

Hey, I know one song about winter. Peppermint winter from Owl City. Okay, if you guys don't like Owl City, fine. Just don't say it at my face. I wonder if Owl City mind if I post his song in this Decemberly post.

  

His description of winter was so good. Better than mine actually. 

Happy December! Happy Holidays!

Wish Well Wisher. 

Happy Birthday!

You know what, I should be a little bit open this time. So, I am in a sharing mood today and one of the things I want to share with you guys today is my best friend, Izzati.

Okay, I write this post today is to say Happy 15th Birthday to my best friend. I want to share my appreciation of her. She had been a best friend to me and well, I think it is good to say it out there.

 I didn't remember how did we become friends in the first place, but I clearly know it take a lot of problems and skirmishes to get there. It was pretty bleak when we started out to be friends and the friendship was hard to stay intact at that time. It take a lot of tears and shouting to get the friendship we had today. Oh yeah, I was nine to ten years old at that time. So, I was pretty immature at that time and I am not as understanding as I am today.

Izzati was like a twin of me. We always do things together and sometimes people do mistake us as twins even though there are a lot of physical differences that we both have. Izzati loves books just like me, but I know she sometimes lazy to read the descriptive part. One of her flaws, you might say. But, that doesn't broke our friendship. Even though she is quiet among her classmates (we are in different classes), I know from the deep of my heart she was braver than any other of her classmates. She write stories and poems sometimes and she is working on a story right now that I hope it will publish successfully.

You see, without her. I am simply nothing. People knows us when we're together and I bet if we do separated, people will have a hard time recognize us individually. She had open a new world for me. A world of books. Without her, I think I won't be reading as many books as right now. She showed me the real meaning of friendship since before I don't have a single speck of idea what friendship mean to me mentally. And without her, I won't be who I am today.

So, Izzati, if you were reading this today, then I shall say Happy Birthday. You are someone the world needs tomorrow when we grown up and all because from the bottom of my heart, you can change the world. If the world is to big for you, then maybe you can change Malaysia. Well, you changed me so you kind of have a power to change something. You had left a legacy for me to remember. Thank you for everything. We might have skirmishes sometimes, but hey, that's what friends are. 

Therefore, people of the world, appreciate your friends from time to time. Sometimes things that we take for granted will be gone in a blink of eye. Friends is something that well, bring you memories from some other place other than home. Real friends will be there for you when the rest of the world walk out. Friends are people you let them in your life. Someone who knows you better than anyone else other than your family of course. 

Happy Birthday my best friend. I hope you have good dreams, a good future and a good friendship.

From your petty friend, Wish Well Wisher

Secret Special Place

Do you have special place that you couldn't share with anyone?

My brother asked me why do people have a secret hideout place. It surprised me that my brother would have asked me that because well, my brother doesn't go into people emotions and something like that. I answer that people had escape route when something bad happen in their lives. It is a fantasy place for people, away from reality.

This reminds me of Ms. Allison class when I was in eighth grade. Ms. Allison asked us to write an essay about our special place. I don't understand what it mean at that time. So, well, the class kind of get yell at by her, but it doesn't make sense to me until well, now.

So, I am asking you, personally, what is your secret hideout place?

Basically, everybody have a secret special place. It is a private place for you and for you only. It is special and it reflects you and your life. Most of the time, not many people in your life can find this place, but when they did, it is either you let them in or they find a way in.

You see, this secret special hiding place of yours is well, not just a concrete place, but it could be abstract place too. Let's say...when someone is reading a book or doing something...they kind of in their own world, right? It could be describe as a secret hiding place too. Okay, here's another example...Things are bad downstairs and you are in your room, but it could not go away, so you close your ears and move to fantasy by listening to music. Or, you could just ran away and find another place to hide.

It doesn't matter where is it or what is it, it is something special that you have in yourself.

Since you don't know me very well, I think I should share it with you guys. My very special place where I always do my crying on in on my bed. My bed is always a place for me where I can write, read, listen to music, cry and well,anything that I did most of the time in the day. Sometimes, when it get to scratchy, I either read or listen to music.

Well, really I don't know why I write about this, but at least I write something.
Wish Well Wisher.

BOOKS! I LOVE THEM!

Okay, I have a contain excitement in me, so I think I better share or actually burst it with you guys.

Do you love to read books? Okay, it is stupid to ask, but I love reading them. You see, every time I delve into a book, I felt different. I felt I am going away from my reality. I felt like every single thing around me dissolve and I transport to a world of fantasy, the world of story. I felt like I am in the story, but not really there. I felt like I am in the conscious of the character mind, but the character doesn't involve me into it. 

So, you asked why I write this stuff.

I don't know why, but I think every time I finish a book, I felt this surge of excitement. I am excited that I finish it and found out what happen at last. But, there is a twinge of sadness because I am saying my goodbyes at the beautiful story. So, yes, I did finish the book. A book that I think it will be widely known after a couple of years later, the Hero of Olympus series. Maybe, this book is the reason why I am excited.

Yes, the book was fine. It has a very twist plot that I was kind of figure it out before the last pages of the book come. I will thoroughly recommend anyone to read this book. But, I will write thoroughly about this book and about Percy Jackson in another time in the other blog I have. It is in the links page.

Before I get to the part that I really want to tell you guys, I want to tell you something. If you are so smart and so attentive, then, you must know there are two authors in this blog. But, here is something that I should tell you. No, there are no two authors. Frankly, I will like to have two, but yeah, there were only one. There were two accounts. Eureka Seekers, the original one and well, the Google account. I will change from one account to another depends on my mood and if I am lazy on that day or what. But, I write this post on the behalf of me and my friends, Eureka Seekers.

My friends have a big shout out to books. So, I kind of thought, "Hey, maybe , I should write about books today" just out of blue. Books, to me, change me. You see, without books, I am freaking nobody. But, heck I am nobody in the first place. A very good reason I recline to stories that is not even fit the description of me. But, hey, it is a sweet adventure and I will never let a chance of adventure fly away. Books had built a big part of me. I cannot imagine myself someone who doesn't read books! I just can't. It is not me. 

Books change the way I think about the world. Mostly, those English books I had been reading. Sometimes I think, Malaysians books are so full of reality. Yeah, I know, it's fiction, but it always about the reality. Fantasy are scarce in Malaysia. Maybe, there is, but I am just not seeing it. English books makes me feel that anything can happen and when it happens, get ready, because it will be wild.

So, I am going to give a big shout out to the authors in the world. They had change me, certainly, a lot. I could have never be me now, if it weren't for their stories, their imaginations and their opinions. I am so grateful that the authors were born in this world. Without these creative people, the world would have descend into the world of darkness, the world without knowledge.

Whoa...I could stare this forever

So, tell me, what do you think about books? 

I really had a feeling that I write about this before, but well, like I care. :D

Happy November everybody!

Wish Well Wisher.

See the light over there?

At last, my brother found the computer mouse. Now, I can write stories in my room without any worries of other people. If only the room was a little bit colder.  I watched The Croods  just now and I could say 100 percent, it is a very good story. If you have not watched the movie The Croods yet, then please watch it.

If you have watched it, then you don’t need to read it. But, if you want to, then, please continue reading.

If you haven’t watched it and have no idea what it is about, then I give you the overview what is happening in the movie.

The movie was about a caveman family and with a help of a stranger running away from a disaster that strikes the land (Earthquakes, land splitting apart, you know those stuff.) The adventure they had changed the way the family thinks by the help of the curious girl, Eep, and the stranger, Guy. Guy is a modern day man like us, smart and idea person, while the Croods, the family’s name, well, a strong bulky people. This story, in my opinion, was a great family story for everybody who would love a story about the relationship in a family, relationship between father and a daughter and ideas, new, change. I really recommend to the people out there to watch it. It nearly brought me to tears.

This story was ought to be share in the whole wide world. This story teaches me about father’s love towards family and accepting things that are new that could be risky. And other things.

 I have told you guys about the father love before. But, here’s the thing I forgot to add. A father always protects the family no matter what. A father sometimes can bit busy, but in their hearts they love you all the way. They just don’t have time to tell to you guys how much he loves you.  Don’t forget to tell your father how much you love him as well.

Everybody could say that the main theme of this story was accepting new ideas. But, as you can see I put it after the father’s love. I don’t know why I write it that way, don’t ask me.  Change could be very difficult, right?  I understand that new and change can be very difficult to accept. I always had this feeling in me when something changes. I think the feeling was distraught or something I have no idea about. But, to me, I try my best to adapt changes. It is very hard, but you will get over with.

When the mother of the family explained to the dad, Grug, saying that she doesn’t want to hide anymore, I realized it was another lesson to be learned. I am asking you guys now. Are you afraid of something? Like life in general? Or something else? Then, don't be afraid. Try to be brave. You see, being scare and hide when a problem come up isn't the right way to solve a problem. Move forward. Follow the light. Maybe, you can’t see it, then, find it inside you. Do you have the hope to go on after your neglect story? Try to fly to Tomorrow.

It ain't easy. I get it. It is okay to have change. It is okay to be afraid. You see, you don't have brave without being scared.

Wish Well Wisher. 

Yourself = important, Don't mess around with it

So, if you look at this situation that I have here, can you tell me that I am lucky or not? I think your answer will make a choice of what perspective that you think of this entry today.

It was a beautiful Tuesday morning, when the air was not as humid and as hot as usual. I was walking with my friend to the auditorium when a teacher called me that if I want to go to Masjid Putra at Putrajaya. If you ever visited Malaysia, one of the places that you should visit was this place. It is a beautiful place to visit and it is one of Malaysian buildings that we always value.

Anyway, I don't really want to go because I went there like many times already and it is such in a short notice. I don't like short notices because it makes me panic and I felt like I cannot think what to do. The teacher keep insisting to come and they called my mom to tell her that I'm going, so I have to go. I don't really like leaving my friend alone, but she will be fine. But, I was asking myself, will I be fine?

Fortunately, my twin (the girl who has my name coincidentally) and a new girl who I make friends with on the first day she came to my school. So, I'm not totally alone. The program was religious and I realized it that I had been in one for a seriously long time. I learn new and good thing, but this program really did hit me. It reminds me about many things and I well...feel very aware what I had done in the past.

So, I am lucky or not?

Okay, I'm not going on about this. I know some of my audience are not Muslims, so I'm not going on about it to respect my Non-Muslims readers. If well, my audience today is Muslims, well, then I am truly sorry that I cannot share with you what I learn over there. But, what I want to share with you guys today was something that they teach me over there. Okay, I know you are started to think I am twisted, but this thing is worth to tell you guys.

One of the ustaz (that's what we called our man teachers) said about self. He said to take care of yourself and tried not to make yourself to be bad. He said not to harm yourself in anyway possible. He made a point there, but I think you guys were like, "Duh, I heard it many times." It is a trite expression you might say, but it is something you really have to delve deep more. You see, taking drugs and cut yourself with a knife doesn't make the hurt in your heart to go away. It just hurt yourself more. I know that no one cares, but no one is going to care for you.

Another thing that he also said that don't make yourself feel better by hurting other people. I know you're mad and angry at the whole world, but please and seriously, people around you doesn't done anything to you. Well, if it's for a revenge, then it is a entirely different story. Anyway, DON'T BULLY people is bad and makes you bad and also can lead you to suicidal.
 Who loves owl city?
Here's a song for Owl City about bullying even though I kind of not sure about that... But listen

Take care yourself.
By your faithful friend, maybe,
Wish Well Wisher

Do you know this guy?

Hey, do you guys ever heard of Markiplier?

If you guys like to watch someone funny play some horror games, then find him in YouTube.

Here's a video about him that he did. Although you don't deserve his thanks, it gives you a great overview about him. Mind you, I only know this video yesterday by the help of my brother. I think that he deserves to be mention in my blog.

I know Markiplier since I moved back to Malaysia on June 2013. To me, at that time, I was happy to be home at last, but I felt longing to watch some United States shows. Then, one day, my brother show me this video about Markiplier playing "The Last of Us." If you want to know more about it, then visit here :How I found the Last of Us 

So through this, I found out who is Markiplier and what his profession is, but it wasn't until yesterday I found out who he really was. At first, I thought. well, "he just wasting his life making this video, but not making any money, but I don't care anyway because his videos are funny," something like that. But, then I heard how he promote people to give donation for this charity that I forgot. So, I think, "Well, at least he does good deals in his life."

You know, every time I saw his other videos, not the one up there, I saw a person who is very happy with his life. If you saw someone happy, you kind of think that well, he must be happy forever or something. But, happy forever doesn't exist in this world. When I saw the video up there, I felt guilty for judging him too soon. I never thought that he came up of the ashes of a hard life. The video up there hit me that the person that I think it is, is not what it seems to be. It also hit me that even though he doesn't get much money on his chosen profession, at least he is happy. Anyway he had a hard life before, so he deserved this kind of chance to be happy.

I think that this guy is a value to be in my blog because well, it make me realize that doing something that you like actually makes you felt happy even though it did not bring a lot of money. Also, doing something that you like sometimes bring the escape from the depressing reality. So, if you ever felt any sadness in you, don't moan on it. Do something that well, take your mind of it then, take action.

Well, here's some laughter for you guys. It is one of the videos that I like from Markiplier.

If you actually brave enough to watch this, then watch.
You know what, I'm going to subscribe to this guy even though I watch his videos on my brother's account. Subscribe him if you think his videos are funny.

Happy October everybody and PMR students, don't PANIC!
Wish Well Wisher.

The girl who could fly :)

If you guys love to read books or novels, you guys have to read this book.

So, it was a very hot day at my friend's home as I waited for my mom to pick me up. Then, my friend went upstairs to get books she wanted me to read. One of the book was titled, The Girl Who Could Fly by Victoria Forester.

The story was about a nine-year-old girl who had floating abilities since she was a baby. Flying abilities came later when she started to practice how to fly. Her flying abilities made her mother worried and her father numb, so the parents home-schooled her. Well, you have to noticed this part, she live in the countryside where the population is about ninety people. That is not a lot and so, being different in ninety people that is the same is actually make you looks a lot and very different.
To make the long story short, the girl went to an insane institute (Believe me, it is a very insane. They even called themselves insane) where the faculty tried to turn something abnormal to normal.

Read the book if you want more details of the story. I really recommend it to the people who loves adventure rebellious book and to the people who had lost hope on their lives. This book will greatly bring you back on the feet.

The thing is, the book shows how a young girl can do such a big difference in this world. She turns something bad (the institute) into something good (read the book!). This high-spirited girl shows love and compassion to the other people even though there is an only chance for her to escape. Even though she is different and the whole world was like "Screw you, I am going to change you so you could be like me," she fought hard and she never stop fighting until the end. She follows her dream and tried to blossoms someone else dream, so that they can achieve it too.

Amazing for a such a young girl. I really wonder who has that kind of spirit. Anyway, accepting differences could be hard and sometimes differences could hurt you or even the people around you. It is sometimes hurt to be you but, who would you want to be then?

About the people around you that tried to make you normal like them, well, maybe they have real sadness in their hearts that whenever they see you they felt hurt inside because of maybe, something they had done in the past. You don't know the other people past so don't blame them if they start being mean or somewhat. Hear this (or actually read it) : Don't blame when something bad happen. Take it as a lesson and move on.

I think I write to much today.
Anyway, happy September.
Wish Well Wisher.

Dreams and disaster

You never too old to set another goal or a dream a new dream- C. S. Lewis

It was gym and I was standing alone when I overheard some people talking. I glance at them and saw pictures and writings in a book. The pictures are beautiful and the script writing...I bet it is better than mine. The owner of the book was a girl, showing her works to her friends. She is not boasting apparently. I think she was working on it when someone said, "Hey, look at that!"

With an awe, someone ask her, "What you are going to be when you grow up?"

I really should have kept my mouth shut, but I am stupid and childish. I shouted enthusiastically, "A journalist!"

Then, the girl look at me weirdly. Suddenly, I realized my stupid action and tried to hid my face. I am so stupid. But, I saw the girl's eye flicker and she smile. She raised her fist and I know instantly. I fist bum her. 

"Yes, I want to be a journalist, but my father want me to be something else," she said. I detect the sadness in her voice.

Well, it may look imaginative but no, this really happen at my school. I felt so sad for her, you know. She had a broken dream. A dream that could never be achieved because of her father. She has the right to be what she want to be. 

Apparently, Malaysia doesn't have a lot of choices, you see. The schools are built to make students become millionaires, businessmen, doctors, and you know, those people who get big bucks and great reputation. The schools here doesn't built for creative minds and for students who wants to be what they wanted to be or want to do. 

I'm broken heart, you see. I see too many sad faces here. I see too many broken dreamers, too many forceful dreams, too many give up people. I cannot stand it. I wish they could see light and see how they can achieved their dreams. Their real dreams, not parent's dreams.

Here's  a youtube video for you guys to hear. He is my favorite!

                                     

US people, be thankful of your education. Some people here doesn't get education at all.

Peace out,

Wish Well Wisher.

What should we do?

About right now more than 3000 people are dead in Egypt.
Not like you guys don't know but it is good to tell what had been told again and again. For me, at least. This fact is been told in the worldwide news and must have show in your Facebook pages. Is it true for you guys? It is true for me.

I felt like this thing kept happening. You know, killing people. Like it had been there since we came to Earth. You heard people kill this and that. People kill animals, the Earth, the species and themselves. If you have heart, you will feel pity. But, as it the news goes by, it slowly wane away. Soon, you forget and life goes on.
Right? Is it true for you?

So, about those people who are dead in Egypt, what are you going to do about it?
Nothing as usual. Wait until the news goes by. Felt pity for them. Give a little bit of money to send to the refugees.
Kind of right?
Well, I felt like that. My truth, really. To me, whoever die in Egypt is in for a treat because they will have a safe passage to heaven. This is my opinion and you don't need to follow it. You guys can think whatever you guys want. Anyway, my real reason of writing this is not about religion.
Of course, many people die in Egypt. But, what about the people in other parts of the world? As far as I know, there are people in Africa and India dying right now because of malnutrition, diseases and of course, war. Not like the news care.
Do you care?

A reminder for all of us to care for the world for once. And about the government killing its own people in Egypt, a stupid act, I say. The government must be son of bitches to kill their own people. And, both sides are the same religion right? Same like Syria, killing people who had the same religion as their own. Stupid, I say.

I don't blame the news about  them don't report the people who had died because of malnutrition or stuff like that. It is their decency to report what is important.
Sometimes I felt like I write stupid things too.
Wish Well Wisher.    

Without rain

Have you ever questioned the rain?
Questioned why it come?
Questioned why it goes?
Questioned what it brings?
Questioned why it brings?

Oh, rain,
rain that comes and goes,
rain that brings harvest and plants,
rain that brings flood and kill your love ones,
You have questioned the mankind,
The mankind ask why and how,
The mankind ask what and now.

True, rain is powerful,
True, rain is a killer,
But, mankind, oh mankind,
rain had given us many.
How can we survive without rain?
Without rain,
You die or suffer,
Without rain,
You won't exist in this world,
And, felt love,
given by the rain.

So, be thankful.

Sincerely,
Wish Well Wisher

A great king in our hearts....

My brother actually found another zombie video from Youtube. Well, I am not a fond of zombies but my brother kept insisting. I decide to watch it.

The video was about some guy played the game "The Last of Us." It had a good story into it and the ending was very good too. And unexpected, which made the story better. It start of course, an outbreak.

It is an outbreak of fungus thing that can take over someone body. Not like in "The Walking Dead," where people just turn to zombies.

The game play was great too. It gave you choices on what to do with the enemy and also, you have a choice whether to stay on the story or roam around to find supplies and side stories too. But, you don't have the control of what is going to happen next in the story. So, this game is based on life like "The Walking Dead." You make choices in life. Whatever choice you make, you have to live with it.

But, that is not what I am interested on. I am interested on the characters of the story. (For those who is out there that doesn't know the story) The story has a main character named Joel who had a daughter that had been killed on the first day of the breakout. There is also a young girl named Ellie who is immune to the fungus. Well, these two characters are finding the people who supposed to find a cure and while they traveled they developed a relationship with each other. Not those sexy kind of relationship, but a father-daughter one.

~SPOILER ALERT~I JUST NOTICE IT NOW~Edited by Fatihah Fauzi, 2017

Fathers had a great sense of protection. They always had these feelings of responsibility of taking care of us and the family. They also had a choice to left the family. But, depends on whoever father, father is what well, your great king in your heart. Is it bad or good that depends on you. The story in the end left Joel take a choice whether to let Ellie die when the doctors are doing the operation or let Ellie live and kill all others that cannot survive the outbreak. Well, Joel save Ellie like all the rest of the father of the world would have done. Selfish but you could have done the same if it were someone that you love.

Love your dad people! And dads, protect and love your love ones

from and sincerely

Wish Well Wisher

I wanna cry....

Do you guys miss me? I know my friend in United States is.

My family and I move from United States to Malaysia on June 21st. So now I am at Malaysia, where I belong the most (Maybe). I am nearly finish cleaning up my room. I just need to sort some stuff out. Apparently, the house is freaking dusty and it make me sneezes so much. Achooo! I am still trying to adjust here. It is hard to adjust around here. Most of my cousins are Malaysian speakers and I rather speak in English rather than Malaysians. Not because of hate but because I don't want to lose my English. Also, United States are cleaner than here (No offense, really) because there are lot of creepy crawlies around the house. Watch out, maybe around the corner you'll see one. Another reason: I think we have a corrupt government 0.o. Please Wish that Malaysia don't have any wars. 

I miss my friends in US so much but I don't think they remember me any more :(. But, it's okay. People always do that to a person. It is a bad truth but it is a truth nonetheless. Maybe, I didn't left a legacy there. No wonder people don't remember me at all. 

Well, the big thing right now is UPSR and PMR. Most people don't know what it is, so I tell you what it is:

UPSR: A very big test for Year 6 that covers Year 4 to Year 6. 

PMR: A very big test for Form 3 that covers from Form 1 to Form 3

Not much to explain, all you need to know, it is big, hard, challenging and I am very sure my friends in United States will say hell to it. My young brother is taking it this year. Good luck to him. My mother really hopes he got the highest score, so we can put him to a boarding school or something. The house is pretty noisy with him around. I already take UPSR and I got 4 A's and 1 B. You have to get 5 A's to got the best schools in the country. I should have got 5 A's but because of some stupid question I miss in Science. My mother is pretty disappointed about my score because one of my classmates that she knows won't get 5 A's get it. Well, I always got normal score here in Malaysia. It's fine that I got that score. At least, there is room for improvement.

So, what is the story of PMR? Well, I am taking PMR this year, which I hope I don't take it. You know how much subjects I have to take?! I have to take eight subjects! And I don't have enough months to study all of them! If I ever got 8 A's, you just know that luck just come to me...LOL Wish me luck, people of the world!  And I wish you luck too...

Hey, this quote fits in my situation!

From 

Wish Well Wisher :P

Should we or should we not?

I had been watching someone playing "The Walking Dead" game in Youtube and I think that game is pretty cool. I'm very sure you guys know about the story of "The Walking Dead" but if you guys don't, this is the overview of the game:

 ZOMBIE OUTBREAK!!!

It is like every zombie outbreak movies but this one if you are dead even though you are not bitten, you become a zombie. To me, the game is not scary but, it have few suspense and heart-stopping moments. You can live with that, right? Life sometimes have suspense and heart-stopping moments.

The game is super violence and very bloody. In addition, they curse so much it make your ears bleed (To my opinion). I think they curse so much because they panic and afraid. Really, their curse are so immense that I don't think an every day person would do that, except that person is in "The Walking Dead" situation or that someone had serious life problems.

The best part of this game is that you can make choices like real life. In fact, there is so many things in this game happen in real life and one of them are choices, HARD choices, and choosing what to say. Not many games are like that and I think that's another reason why it is rated mature (is it?). I don't think kids like making hard choices or think what to do next. 

I think hard choices and choosing what to say are the hard part of growing up. You see, do you even remember the problems that you have when you are younger? Do you think the problems we face now as a grown up is there when you were a kid? Even you have one, the grown up problem is harder than younger problems.

As you grow, the more problems you face. Of course, there will be more! Don't groan or whine. You can face those problems. Why? You have yourself firstly. Yourself  and your experiences is the reason why you can face the older problems! You can do it! I believe in you guys! All you guys need is to believe in yourself! Chief, my JROTC teacher, always said this to me and I can here him now, even though he is away: "We believe in you. All you need to do is to believe in yourself..." Really, this is the part I nearly cried! Oh Chief! I will always remember you, even though I won't be in TJ next year! Hey, did I ever tell you guys I am leaving United States? 

But, that is another story...Maybe, I won't tell it to you guys. Maybe, I will...Let's see how nature takes me.

Wish Well Wisher... 

I am going to share you something.

I have nothing to tell you today. I just need to write this quick and precise. Savor some moments in your life once in a while. I have experience many friends of mine forgot everything that happen last year. Pretty sad, right? I savor some moments of mine and some are good and some are pretty bad. Sometimes when I look at my old bad memories, I think why do I do this? Sometimes I wish I want to go back in time and change it. But, it already happen and nature knows why this and that happen. You might find out later why we do this.
I make a poem for you guys. I hope you like it.
Once, 
and a long time ago,
peace and prosperity,
live together with harmony.
Everything likes everybody,
Joy and wonders sung together,
Darkness and light are friends forever.

Once,
and a long time ago,
Darkness want power,
lust for power,
wanting,
and wanting,
destroy and conquered,
unbalance the music of joy and harmony.

Once,
and a long time ago,
when man came to the new, 
darkness, 
oh, darkness,
come and bring blight, 
swords clashed,
spears thrown,
guns fired,
darkness... laughed.

Now,
and the present,
darkness smiled and smiled.
while man and nature,
fight for survival,
now, and now,
for what happened in the past,
becomes the future.
For, whatever action or doing,
It shows later,
No matter what.   

Do you guys like it? I came it up by myself within seconds after I wrote "I make a poem for you guys." Really, I have nothing for you guys today. I hope you enjoy moments that bring you today.
From
Wish Well Wisher
My friends in my country must be studying for that big test. A reason why they never come here.
Pretty cool picture.

The meaning of life

I wonder how many people read this blog. I am very sure the other groups of Eureka Seekers is too busy to even look at it. I am okay with it, anyway. I don't mind. It is like having the whole web by yourself. Or not.

I read a book called "Liar and Spy." It is a very great book. It is a story about a boy who is suffered everyday from home to school. He tried to pretend that life is well and ignored every problem he had. He is just following the principal of a painting that made by many dots. I think its painter is Sir Ott. I guess.

Anyway, he thought that the dots did not matter. That life is a one big picture. Then, he realized that, no, the dots matter. It matter very much. 

  There is the book.

Another thing I really want to share with you guys is a movie named "Jeremy Finch and The meaning of Life." This movie is great and enlighten too. This is a movie about a boy whom his father died. On his thirteenth birthday, he found a box that is for him and its contains are the meaning of life. He needs four keys to unlock it. As I follow his adventures around, he found out more about what life is. These are some sayings that I remember: "If you stop asking questions about the world, what is the use of living here" "There is no exact answer of what is the meaning of life. People have different perspective about it" This is the one that I like the most: "Life is a string of moments that you collect and experience. Some moments are bad and some are good. The most important thing is that you have to find the moments that are precious to you."

Now, how can this two medias connected. When the book said that the dots matter, it said that the moments matter. Dots = moments. The painting in the book reflects that life is one big picture or one big story that is full of dots or moments that are very dear to us.

See you later guys. 

From Wish Well Wisher. 

I let you guys do the thinking. :) 

Hey, I'm back!

Hey! I have a lot to tell you guys, but I am so busy this last week. Today is Monday and my faithful friend isn't here today, which was very sad. I wonder what's wrong. I am going to have three test on Friday. Biology, English and Math. Too many, right? I can cope it. I hope...

I joined tennis and at last, I can do something for the school. You know what, i learn something about me while I'm at tennis. I can't play tennis. I just so bad at it that I want to cry. Literally cry. I can't serve and I can't hit. But, I was so lucky to win some matches. Tomorrow, we will have another match against South High School. Wish me luck!

In Spring break, I done homework, but I actually over do it. So, in Japanese, we have to achieve 200 points to complete it and more than 300 is extra credit. I really wish there is an extra credit for math because math is the one that really needs it. Anyway, I think I went to 500 something and really, my teacher said that he doesn't know how to give the grade. :) Oh! Mr. Jackson!
See you later,
I have no idea what to write now...
Wish Well Wisher.  

Week 3

Gah! Too many things will happen next week...but what about today?

Wait what happened today?
Every Saturday she went on full volume because we have Arabic class. She made us go late every time when we go to class. My brother made up a funny joke when he waited for my phone to load. He said that what if Thomas Jefferson was seeing people talking to phones. Thomas Jefferson would say, "Why are people talking to black boxes and calling them mum and dad? Adults don't play with boxes. People these days."

I laughed, of course. Who can stands on his jokes?
You know, I have many worries and many decisions to make. One of it, is to pick a class for next year. I have to pick either AP Biology or Honors Chemistry. Gah! I have no idea which one to pick. I have to pray after this lah.

My friend is very sad or mostly, angry. I feeling very complacent to her. She said that she start to feel depressed after months of starting school. Apparently, many friends leave her. I hope she okay.
one day, my other friend ask me what is stimuli effect. I said to her to ask Google. Then, she said "But, you are my Google!" Aww, that's very kind for her. She asks many times then, I answer her. Then, she said  "You're bad Google" "I am not going pay you this week." "But, you never pay me," I said. She laughed " I know you are going to say that. But still, I am not going to pay you."

From
Wish Well Wisher, which is listening to Owl City.

Week 2

Well, what do you think happen this week?

I found out that my brother is a bit protective. He didn't let me get close to some boy in Taek Wan Do. He suspected that something wrong with him. Well, I trust my brother then.

I decided to join tennis. I never play tennis before but I play badminton. I love badminton. Too bad it is not one of the school sports. I hope I found a way to do all this stuff, like Taek Won do, tennis and homework, at the same day. Pretty complicated when there are so many things at hand.

I decided to join staff in JROTC, I hope you know it or find Sheikh Google, and my first work was in Friday. I got to write some things for chief like making flash cards for him. He need big letters, so I wasted a lot of cards. I didn't finish it and so, I have to do it on Monday. :(

Heather Rose comment that most Asians hang out or date with other Asians. It looks true. Then, I said "What about me?" "I hang out with you." Then, she said, "Well, you're different." "You came out from the other planet." I laughed. Oh, it is good to have someone to talk to. You know what my brother said that I should say this to replied to my friend "Well, I came from the planet Earth, which have green grass, air and rocks." Pretty smart, eh?

In Arabic class on Saturday, we talk about Palestine. We all know that when the Jews take over Jerusalem, they will destroy Al-Aqsa. But, it makes me so mad about that. The United States is funding Israel for all this stuff, you know. The history said that Jews have Jerusalem first, not Muslims. Apparently, there is something wrong with that. I can sense that something wrong with it.
Well, that is what I remember from this week.

From
Wish Well Wisher.

She strikes again

Here is a little scope of my background information. This is about my family and I make it in a poem.

She Strikes Again

It was such a peaceful day,
Until the storm comes,
She storm around the house,
Without no reason, 
Making my youngest jump up in fear,
Making my brother and me silence, 
Making my dad and my mom scream.

She comes without an invitation,
She scream like there is a freaking ghost come to her,
She throws and jumps like a wild animal,
She cried so hard,
I think the whole neighborhood hear it.

I afraid of the police,
I afraid of the neighbors,
I nearly hid my face,
When she is in front of me,
I wanted to scream,
Scream all my might,
STOP, STOP, STOP!
but it is in my heart,
and so,
no one really see or hear it.

Someday I cried,
Someday I angry,
Someday I sympathize,
Someday I blame,
Mostly, blame.
I blame to myself,
like every single thing that she did was my fault,
not hers, 
or my mum, 
nor my dad,
I blame me.

I always remember this quote:
Everyone wants happiness, 
No one wants pain,
But you cannot have a rainbow,
Without a little rain.

From 
Wish Well Wisher.

Week 1

Hello! You must have been very mad at me. But, I kept my promise to post the blog today. I been busy on Saturday. I have to finish my Poetry Anthology for my English class. Luckily, I nearly finish it. I just need to do some tinkering and I'm done. Now, what happen this week? Good question.

My life doesn't look boring on the first, but after you read it so many times you will think; "What kind of life is this?!" So, I highlight what's important and believe me, every week is a different week. You just don't realize that.

Do you really need background information? I guess you do.  So, I have eight periods or classes, including lunch, each day except for Wednesday and Thursday. Wednesday is odd day, which means period one, three and seven, while Thursday is even day, which means period two, four, six and eight. People hate Thursdays I can tell you that. Period one: English, Period two: AP Human Geography, Period three: Biology, Period Four: JROTC, Period six: Computer Magnet, Period seven: Japanese and Period eight: Geometry. That is one long sentence. That's all I could tell you, right now. More information next week.  

Monday and Tuesday was no-school day. So, not very much happen in these two days or I just didn't remember. Hmm...I think I had to jot down what happen next time. One thing I remember that happen is that I got new friends in Taekwando. Their names are PJ and Sabrina. I think they are near in my age. Wednesday is when school start and there are no block days. Block days are days that have less class but each class is two hours. Man, I hate that, especially on Thursdays. At least, this week there are no block days. Heather Rose, my friend that I always hang out with, didn't come today and today is sports day in JROTC. Most of the time, we walk on the track and talk. Since she is not here, I walk alone until Chief ask to walk with me.

Chief reminds of Ustaz Shahrun but Chief talks to me while Ustaz didn't. I didn't care that much, though. On Friday, I have three test. I am so nervous that I felt like I cannot do it, even though I did it nearly every week. In JROTC, Sergeant wants me to be in staff. It is not like so important or anything but I think it is important to highlight it out.You know, this is a small portion what happen this week. Next time, I will jot down what happen next week. 

From 

Wish Well Wisher

Believe.

Hello!
This would be my last post. Pitiful, right? Nah, I'm just kidding with you. Seriously, after you read this post, I am going to post my life. I didn't post it earlier because I didn't think you want to know my life. My life is boring and all but I didn't ask your opinions about my life. So, this is my decision. The upcoming post would be about my life and I hope the Eureka Seekers will start to post about their life too. I will post it every Saturday, okay? See you there.
So, today topic is about Believe. Believe is something that makes magic happen. It is something that makes most of everything happen. It is something that makes you do something that you never think you would. Believing is magic. Believe is confidence. Believe in yourself then the magic happens. Maybe it is not magic but something good can happen. To me, believe is what makes me go on everyday. I think you should believe you can do it too.
~You should believe in yourself.

I know it is short but you get the message, right?
From 
Wish Well Wisher...