Friday, 24 May
Enjoying some warm time and ice latte by the sea. I want so bad to spend time on the beach, tanning and swimming but I have to start studying. Who can study when summer is already here 😅☀️🌊
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To the world I smiled everyday, hoping it would take the pain away.. Covering up how internally you made me feel but with this bullshit, I can no long deal.. Playing my own thought against me to the point I became someone else, ready to be set free.. Can't believe I excepted such things, when I use to be the one who would walk away from anything.. But your twisted mind would fill my heart with guilt, Now the wall that was once torn down, had to be rebuilt.. To the world I was happy as could be, as you played me against my friends, just to make a fool out of me.. When a happy home was all wanted to make, But I started to think death was a better escape.. Yes you torn down my spirit as trying to go after my self-esteem, but the beauty I see in the mirror is nothing I'll let anyone come between.. I made your problems my problems, so that's explain why I started hating myself, because the line between love and hate was thin, and every argument you started, was a lack of my breath, so I always let you win.. Yes I would leave but the fake tears always brung me back, I guess I see why you always told others that you got it like that, Break up to make up, thats all we did, and motivation is something I began to lack.. With just a simple prayer to God to reveal all truth, the narcissist bastard in you was so real, and with the madness I could no longer deal.. Play me against myself never again, Now you're the one looking like the fool that always had to win.. #mytruth#mylife#mylove#myfate#myhate#mydream#mypassion#writing#poerty#pentopaper#pentopad#poet#writer#life#strength#faith#encouragement#narcassist#support#reality#wordpress#nubian#qbaby#energy#release#faith#selfmotivate
It means ‘All that I own are within me’. This statement is proudly written by my student in KDM.
Through POS CINTA – the 3rd project I ventured hand-in-hand with @yayasankdm – I wished to replicate the same infrastructure I have created in establishing @mytulisan . After the writing class, my next goal was to teach these brilliant kids in setting up their own screen printing studio for publishing their Pos Cinta poetry on a regular basis. This part of the project is still not completed due to a financial setback, and it has been paused temporarily. A slowdown in progress could be disheartening for me. Like with many humanitarian work, where time and budget are crucial determinants, I have to allow myself to step back and evaluate the progress from a larger distance. To me, the big picture is about creating possibilities for these children. I just have to be really patient, just like the words inked in this class. These pictures documented our initial silk-screening 101 class for KDM.
The buttermilk story.
Every time, we went out during the summer and we felt thirsty, we would see people distributing buttermilk and we would go drink it, my husband and I. It used to feel like heaven.
So last summer, we thought "Why not?" and we prepared a huge container of buttermilk and at around 12 in the noon we set up the chilled buttermilk container at the entrance to our apartments and decided to distribute to every other tired people who went that way. Initially, I was hesitant, how can you just stop someone and give them a cup of this? MY husband broke the ice by stopping every other vehicle and offering them ice cold buttermilk and soon I followed too, along with my extended family.
Most of them were taken aback and I could sense the gratitude on their faces. They blessed my family and the joy I felt was beyond everything. I felt satisfied and happy I could do this. It felt really good to see the exhausted faces smile brightly afterwards. I do it everytime there is a lot of curd.
We did it today also. Sadly, my husband wasn't in town. But my son went over and distributed it and all of us felt so happy seeing their thirst getting quenched.We are planning on doing it again next week" Mrs.Ramya Krithivasan explained to me in detail as I sat there amazed at the thought.
Her little boy grinned, while her mother-in-law walked in with a cup of buttermilk for me. "It was fun. I liked giving buttermilk to the people. It was exciting" the kid chimed in, blushing. "One other reason why I have made this a practice is that, I want my kids to develop the habit of giving and sharing starting from this age. We can teach them, yes. But nothing works like them seeing us practice what we preach" she smiled calmly. .
"Sometimes, small small things like these matter the most." she smiled.
Having done more than 250 kms of trekking, I realise how synonymous life is, with it. Every step up the terrain is assisted by sweat, discomfort, pain, despair and whatnot; still, you march forward HOPING your sacrifice will bear fruit. Then finally you reach the destination and feel so accomplished, which you must not because if you do, you won't climb another mountain, which may unravel landscape beyond human imagination.
Boats against the currents, my friend, is not a one day job, it's a lifestyle. It's a journey, not a destination. It is sweat, discomfort, pain, despair and whatnot. It is just so beautiful.
Life is so beautiful. ❤
Oggi #FuturaCorriere debutta con un bellissimo racconto di Massimiliano Governo su @liberitutti, il nuovo supplemento del @corriere dedicato al #tempolibero . Non perdetevelo! 🙌🏻🌺💌
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I know you must be feeling low, because of all the mess that's going on in your life.
I wish I could erase all the gloominess from your life but the problem is you don't even know my existence, how can I come all the way in front of you when I have always admired you from the back.
I know you will never love me back, nor I m complaining because I didn't loved you to love me back.
I know you are sad for now, maybe you are feeling unwanted or unloved with all the current situation, but remember a person still exist who love you unconditionally. Even if I will never be able to come in front of you, but I pray for your well being like always.
So next time before thinking to harm yourself do give a thought about the person who love you enough to give up on life before seeing you in bruises all harmed!
If not for your life, do think about that person's life!
I seriously don't care whether I can have you or not in life,
Till you are all hail & happy and even if you are not I know you will make all things better, how come the light be in dark for long.
I love you enough to do everything and anything possible or not to make a smile adore your life forever.
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'Til Death Do Us Part (Pt.2)
Of A Metaphorical Friend 🖤 Do you have one?
So many regrets, tantrums, mistakes. So many missed opportunities. So much damage I can never take back. She’s the reason I toss and turn at night for hours before I can fall asleep. She keeps me alert: thinking until my stomach hurts. She’s the reason I want to stay asleep forever because my dreams offer the escape from reality that I adore.
She’s the reason I want to die. She makes me want to hurt myself because I deserve it. She makes me pull my hair out until my scalp feels numb. She makes me scratch and tear at my flesh until it rises and bleeds. Poke in dents, holes to be set free. She makes me attack myself just out of need, each bruise and drop another token of glee. Pain endlessly.
She stops me because she says that people will say I do it for attention. That I’ll be lumped together with those who depend on sympathy for their ego, to add that pretty, aesthetic, misunderstood vibe to their feed.
She tells me that I’ll become another statistic of those made weak, quote society.
She tells me that I’m stupid because people die everyday without wanting to and here I am taking it for granted. People die so that we don’t have to. Yet we think we have to.
She tells me that I’m selfish and don’t think about my loved ones. That the sight of my death will not be well discovered by my brother. He'll cry to my mother. It'll destroy father. Grandparents will shake with the weight of a last goodbye to their granddaughter. Friends will wonder why, where it went so wrong.
She tells me that outside of my coffin, people will recite what a failure I was. How I lost at life. How the coldness of my hands is no different from when I was alive.
You don’t want that, she says, so wait. You’ll make them understand.
She’s the fantasy in my books, the fake realities in my favorite shows and movies, the avatars in my games, the words I write down in my notebooks.
She makes me want to go home even when I’m already there. She makes me feel empty even when everything’s well.
She’s the inspiration behind my prayers for a better tomorrow.
My friend, she makes me so tired. It's her and I until we die.
‘Til Death Do Us Part (Pt.1)
Of A Metaphorical Friend 🖤 Do you have one?
My friend, she brings out the worst in me.
I try my best to keep her at bay and for the most part it works. Yet sometimes people encourage her to pop up and wreak havoc on my soul. They excite her. They ignite her. Then they blame me for the behavior she provokes. You don’t know me, leave her alone. It’s such a blow to the heart. At least by this point I thought you would’ve known.
My friend, she makes me want to explode. She’s the ringing in my ears, my distant look, the stiffness in my pose. She makes me feel like I’m stuck in a cage of air and I can’t even break out of it because the bars aren’t there. She makes the pressure rise in my chest, and my body shake and gasp for breath.
She leaves me restless, with no idea how to release the turmoil she builds in me. She makes my head bubble intensely, my thoughts to frantically tear at the stability of my mind. She’s a disturbance to my peace, and with her at my side I’m never at ease.
My friend likes to tell me lies. She tells me that everyone is out to get me and to stay away from their wandering eyes. She tells me of my imperfections and how they will make me stand out in a crowd: the ugliest, the stupidest, the lonely piece of trash. She tells me that going where there’s others is a mistake. She tells me not to bother because they’re not my friends, even though they said something nice the other day. She makes me shut myself up, isolate, and push people away. They don’t like me, that’s what she said. The only friend I have is her.
She keeps me from doing things by making me feel insecure. She makes me say I don’t want things when I do and she makes me stop liking things that I used to. She makes me not trust. She makes me lash out at the people around me because she leaves me defensive and irritable from her abuse. She’s the glare in my eyes, the upside down smile, the tears when I see you pass by. I love you, I swear. Sorry for acting like I don’t care. -continued-