This photo posted by someone brings back so many memories.It actually makes me cry out of relief and victory when looking back.
When I was a kid,we have to do this every single day or else there's nothing to cook and eat.It takes a while to remove the rice husk.It takes so much strength and it's very tiring.Our tiny hands covered in blisters after.Sometimes,I would cry in pain knowing it's already dark but I have to do the same process every single day so we have something to eat. Today,rice mills made it easier.But I am glad I went through the hard process before having food on my table.It taught me so much values.
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If a woman has managed to live on her own paying her bills with a stable decent job before you met her, please know that ALL she needed is your love , commitment and loyalty.NOT YOUR MONEY.
#stopgeneralizing |
I stared at you for such a long time without blinking.You were too bright that I can't see anything after I took my eyes off you.I wonder whether I was naturally attracted to your brightness and I ask myself how can I go on being blind for staring too long at you!
-06/02/14- (me staring at the flourescent light,really blinding) “Trying to define yourself is like trying to bite your own teeth.”
— Alan Wilson Watts Archives
April 2017
IT'S MY LIFE
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So I just thought of designing my OWN EPITAPH...
that says;
" I have lived MANY TIMES but ONLY DIE once.And now I'm dead.For real" |