Men endi boshlaganman ingliz tilini writingim nol lekin menga boshidan qanday togri writing yozishni orgatyapsiz. Bundan sizdan minnatdorman witingni sirlarini aytganiz uchun. Ramazon oyida siz ham niyat qilgan maqsadlarizga erishing🤗

Toʻgʻrisi hch narsaga tushunganim yoʻq lk yoqayapti😊😁😁

— mazza qildik-a darsda?

Endi ateylab ichimizni battar qizdirasizaa Michael 🥲
Kiromaganlani 😕😢

Darslarni record qilgim kelmasligini sababi bor — recordingni hech kim ko'rmaydi.

Yozib olinarkan deydi, dars payti ozini ishini qilib otiradi, keyin recording tashalganda "saved messages"ga tashab qoyadi.

U video bechora qaytib korilmediyam. Korish tugul ochilmediyam.

Lekin... bugungi darsga man boshqacha tayyorgarlik korgandim, va manimcha eng zor darslardan bittasi bo'ldi.

Record qilmasa uvol bo'lardi.

Okay okay, bu qimmatbaxo narsa hammaga foydasi tegsin.

100ta odam savedga tashab ulardan 1 donasi ko'rsa ham, mayli.

3333ta ❤‍🔥 evaziga ushbu darsni beraman 👆

Life gets only harder.

That cliché line you've heard a million times before, from many people in many contexts.

I, however, would like to point this out from a scientific perspective. Where it matters.

The Second Law of Thermodynamics states that current state of entropy of the universe, as an isolated system, will always increase over time.

It means that the universe will only get messier and messier with time, increasing the mess, hence the entropy.

Some amount of gas trapped in a room will only spread and spread and continue to spread untill it reaches every possible state, which is, technically, infinity.

So that gas, can theoretically, at some point, form a fully operating organism, a small universe inside that room or just visually write the words "fuck yourself" in air, at some point.

What I'm leading to is that many think everything will be better if something happens, if they get, achieve or remove something in their life.

But it never does. The entropy will only increase, life will only get harder and harder, no matter what you visualise or "plan" to do.

So the question here is as follows — what do we do then?

Well... you don't. You just have to go with the flow, with the entropy. That's how it goes. That's how it's designed.

Don't make it any harder.

#thoughts

​Xonimlar va janoblar,

qarshi oling: "U".

U - Ali. 5 yoshda. Bog'chaga borishni yomon ko'radi, o'yinchoqlaridan tez beziydi, tezroq katta bo'lsa-yu akasi Doniyorga o'xshab maktabga borib, matematik mashqlarni bajarsa.

U - Doniyor. 13 yoshda. Maktabdan nafratlanadi. Telefon o'yinlarini sevadi, qani endi maktabni portlatib kelsa-da, tinmay telefon o'ynasa, xuddi akasi Sarvarga o'xshab.

U - Sarvar. 19 yoshda. O'qishga shu yil ham kira olmaganidan alami kelib, kompyuter va telefon o'yinlariga berilib ketdi, Marjonani sevib qolgan, yoki shunchaki unga tuni bilan uxlamay xabar yozib chiqishni yaxshi ko'radi.

U - Marjona. 18 yoshda. Shu yil o'qishga kirdi. Lekin universitet u kutganidek joy emasligini anglaganidan beri tezroq ishga kirib, pul topib hobbylariga ko'proq vaqt ajratishni istaydi. Xuddi opasi Hilola kabi.

U - Hilola. 25 yoshda. Hamshira. kasalxonada ishlashdan zavqlansa-da, ba'zida ota-onasi, uka-singillariga deyarli vaqt ajrata olmaydi, o'zini doim horg'in, tushkun his qiladi. Odamlar undan faqat to'y haqida so'raydi. Lekin u hali turmush qurish niyatida emas, onasining qon bosimi yomon, endi uning rayiga qaramasdan erga berisharmish. Hilola esa faqat erkin bo'lgisi keladi, Anora xolasiga o'xshab.

U - Anora. 32 yoshda. O'z biznesiga, alohida uyiga va chiroyli mashinasiga ega mustaqil ayol. Turmush qurmagan. Ha, o'zini baxtli lekin yolg'iz his qiladi. Mahalladagi xotinlar unga doim o'qrayib qaraydi. "Bir balosi bor" mish. Anora parvo qilmay deydi-yu, lekin u odamlardan to'yib ketgan. Chet eldagi sinfdosh do'sti Bahodir kabi.

U - Bahodir 33 yoshda. Biznesmen. Yevropada yashaydi, o'sha yerda bir qizni sevib qolib unga uylandi va bitta shirin qizalog'i bor. U baxtli, erkin. Lekin o'zini ota-onasi oldida doim aybdor his qiladi. Oxirgi farzand bo'la turib, keksa ota-onasini opalariga tashlab ketganini o'ylab, qiynaladi, lek qaytgisi kelmaydi. Otasini ko'p eslab, sog'inadi.

U - Rahim bobo 68 yoshda. Mehribon ota, bobo, kasbining ustasi, mohir duradgor. U yasagan, eshiklar, beshiklar - odamlarning ko'nglidan joy olgan doim. 68 yosh bo'lsa ham, bobo velosipedda yuradi, bir umrlik orzusi "mashina olish" bo'lgan. Lekin bolalarini o'qitib, uyli-joyli qilib, nevaralarini to'y qilib, o'ziga kalish ham olmagan. U hayotidan rozi, lekin qani endi hammasini qaytadan yashay olsa, qani yana 5 yoshli bola bo'la olsa-da, dardsiz, anduhsiz, g'uborsiz hayotda qayta yashasa. Ha, u o'z nabirasi Aliga qarab turib, unga havas qiladi.

@yupiterlik

Writing Task 2dan sizga kerak bo'lgan yagona dars!


Darsda ko'rib chiqilgan mavzular:

— O'zim Writing Task 2dan 8.0 olishimdan toxtatib turgan bitta xato.

— Qiyin mavzularga idea topish

— Ozizda bor ideani chiroyli yoritib berish

— Time Managementni to'g'ri yoli.


Bu darsni "saved messages"da chang bostirmasdan ko'rib chiqasiz degan umiddaman.

@Michael_Blog

For April Fools' Day I'm cosplaying a mentally stable person.

Or don't.