Late night thoughts 🤔 💭.
Should I do a giveaway?
Selamat ulang tahun kawan sejak kecil (darjah 1) wahai Noor Shafawani, semoga panjang umur, murah rezeki, sihat sejahtera selalu. Dulu2 memang tak boleh lupa zaman hingusan sis sangat kuat menangis katanya.. Hahaha!! Sis seorang berhati tisu lembab2 gitu kan? Sejak kebelakangan sebelum ini, bila masuk zaman sekolah menengah sis pulak pindah ke dunia Rantau Panjang, Klang terpaksa berpisah si gadis montel sebelah sis. Tak ingat tahun berapa, dapat tahu bahawasanya.. dia kehilangan orang yang dia sayang iaitu abangnya panggilan Azul punca kemalangan tak diduga. Malang tidak berbau. Mereka dua beradik memang suka kaki buli sis! HAHAHA! Kenangan sukar dilupakan sehingga ibunya masih ingat lagi diri sis. Allahu, terharunya.. Perpisahan tak bermakna tak boleh lupa / "move on" begitu saja kan? Betapa hebatnya kuasa Allah taala beri peluang sis masih berkomunikasi jumpa depan matanya kembali. *Kesat lap peluh seluruh muka*
Of course I’m the only one 😂🤦🏾♀️! Be honest😂!!! How did you FINALLY come to accept the lesson? For me...I got tired of running around the same mountain and causing myself unnecessary pain 😩. I had no choice but to take heed. What about you?
La primera noche en Lima estaba llena de expectativas, poner la cabeza en la almohada fue difícil aún no asimilaban en el lugar que estaba. Desde el primer segundo que se decidi abandonar la casa, la patria, incluso la bandera mi tricolor no fue fácil ,desechar y prescindir de los apegos y lazos que existen entre la tierra la zona de confort y libertad. escuchar ese “cónchale”, “vale” o “pana” "chamo" "marica" te hace sentir emociones y voltear a ver a otro Venezuela y preguntar el clásico de donde eres!! . Comi panes de quinoa esperando que sepa a arepa. Se huele un tamal recordando el olor de la hallaca y se toca el agua del pacífico añorando la cálida costa caribeña. . “Muchos dicen que si nos fuimos fue porque era lo más fácil, pero estar en un país extraño es tan difícil como seguir allá. Es adaptarse a nuevas costumbres, es luchar a diario con la nostalgia, es meter tu vida completa en dos maletas”.
#venezuela #soyvenezolana #historia #imigrante #amor #viaje #nostalgia #pensamiento #mundo #hilorojo #emprender #motivacion
Salam Pramuka Dari MI.Manbaul ulum jalur ciampea🤣😎
my english teacher accidentally put that I had more ar points than I actually do and I'm not going to tell her because with it I have a 113%😎
Everyone at school thinks I'm a butch lesbian and the thought of that is so funny
How the cushion covers I had Robert Englund sign at ‘Weekend of Hell’ in 🇩🇪 look on the new couch. Will see plenty of them chilling out during the week 😄.
I had a Spanish presentation and I did so bad on it but it was weird because during the time I felt nothing but now I'm home and I feel embarressed and sad about it
As we get to the pointy end of Venus retrograde and the stationing point that signals her all too soon forward motion, this is particularly not the time to drop thy ball / bundle. The concertina effect of this endless revision of our heartspace and the interminable rehashing of what once was is not a slingshot to land you back in the past.
All this time in the heartlands really kicks you in the nostalgias. Over and over again. It is disgustingly easy to whack on the rose coloured glasses, reminisce about glorious beginnings instead of bitter ends and conveniently overlook the awful in favour of the awesome. The result often neatly hurls you back into a dynamic marked Once Was Clusterfuck, only to find it remains the same as it ever was. Quelle eyerolling surprisé.
The grand design of Venus' backtrack along the Fiery Way and beyond is for us to put our cardiac ghosts to bed. By themselves, ideally. For those in relationships, it tends to spotlight the issues that have never gone away and it is easy to feel trampled by all the elephants in the room.
If you scribe most of the events of your life into journals in order to craft uncommon sense, you are somewhat innoculated. Re-reading is the perfect, if discomforting, whole egg reminder. If you have a mind like a steel trap and an equivalent memory function, you too may neatly skate through. But if like most of us, the faded pain and requisite distance hums lower than the trilling of your hummingbird heart, these are dangerous days indeed.
My history teacher used to say that those who refuse to remember their past are condemned to repeat it. My science teacher taught me that observation changes phenomenon. But the sagest lesson I received was from the canteen lady who told me with a rueful smile to forgive but never forget, so you don't fall into the same trap twice.
Personal responsibility is the biggest turn on there is. Self reflection always rewards your courage. Closure is the gift you give yourself. Actions speak louder than all the pretty words. Love doesn't leave or lie or break its vows. Hearts crack and mend every day.
Yours will prove this and more to you over and over again, if you let it.
One thing that always appealed to me about New York, and any big city really, was urban solitude. I love being alone. I love doing my own thing. I had a whole night out with myself tonight and it was a dream. I had happy hour drinks and fried olives and pasta at the bar where I met a lovely 50-something woman from Georgia that I couldn’t help talking to when I heard her heavy accent, one I learned she’s kept despite 17 years of living in the city. I got cookies from Levain Bakery. I went to my 31st Hanson concert at a venue that is nostalgic and special to me. This was my first solo concert and it couldn’t have been more ideal. Never stop dating yourself y’all 💕