a text book of academics in english

there are things where we can find balance as an individual
and there are things that can only be balanced when there are two or more people

imagine trying to write your university assignments in the foreign language you took.
that is what is like to be trying to express your views in something now your mother tongue.

i struggle with learning new languages. and by God's grace, i grew up speaking.. mainly.. only english. well.. bahasa kicks in once in a while, but rarely.. apart from that, i'm practically a mute if i were to convey whats in my mind.

(okay, so i shouldn't blame God that i'm too lazy to learn chinese)

anyways, going back to the point.
they say that education is the key to break the cycle of poverty.
i wonder how many of my course mates that i sit alongside in my classroom are actually interested at all in being there. its as if, they dont really care about the degree...

i'm torn
should i just not bother about everyone else around me, and just focus on myself as an individual, study hard, get good grades, work, get money, buy a big house and a nice car.... maybe have a lovely happy family

what about others around me. should i ever care. if they aren't wiling to help themselves, then why should i?

well thats not true, i'm pretty sure that there are some people who care very much about their studies, its just that they struggle with it. language

but they've been given 9 years to study for it in primary and highschool.. shouldn't we already be on the same level of grasping it? how different a level in proficientcy and command of the language get

you cant even spell proficiency right, anyways... well it really depends who your teach was in highschool. you were blessed. coming from a town. good teachers. who actually spoke english well.

yeah my room mates laugh and chuckle when they say just two or three lines... erm.. words of english. it... amuses me to see they're jovial smiles. yet it pains my heart. to wonder if they can be helped.

didn't you ever have that dream: to just go into a kampung and sit down by the wooden stairs. and the children will rush to gather around you... sitting down, staring up in awe... as you pass down what you have.

"Silver or gold I do not have, but what I do have I give you. In the name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth, walk." - peter to the lame beggar