#lifestories

[justanotherstory]

Hold Upp!!

It is not what you think...

This story isn't about getting locked in a jail lock up, but this story is about me, my sister and my parents getting locked outside our home ..

An adventurous, a thrilling experience in itself. Now when we look back , we laugh about it, but at that moment, when we were in that situation, it was horrific..

Okay, so the story starts with us leaving our home for some relative's  wedding to attend, which was in some other city and took 2-3hrs to arrive.. My grandparents were home as usual (they don't travel much) . My dad locked the door and gave the keys to my grandma and left without taking the duplicate keys .

Everything was going smoothly until we reached back home at around 1 am. My dad parked the car in the garage and pressed the doorbell but no one came out, so he ringed my grandma's telephone once and then again and again,  but everytime it was the same thing, “The person you're trying to reach is out of the network coverage area”...WHHAATT!!?

He then honked the car horn multiple times but neither of my grandparents came to see what was happening..(If you're wondering,their room is literally just above the garage). Now more of my neighbours had gathered 'to check' .

What do we do next !!?? My neighbours tried to offer help by allowing us to sleep in their houses, but the question was not about a place to sleep, but it was more about my grandparents' safety. Were they safe? Did anyone break into our house ? Or was it something else ?

Then my dad thought of a masterplan, and threw his shoe towards their room's window and he missed it terribly .. Then he did the same with the second one and it did hit the target but it wasn't much help. (Just in case you're wondering why he didn't throw a stone or something, then the reason for not doing it was it might break the glass and hurt my grandparents) . We tried using a ladder but it didn't reach the top. So it was time for Masterplan B.

Okay, let me brief you about the plan. So the idea was to get onto the balcony of the adjacent house and then jump to my balcony. Sounds simple and easy, indeed it was. But here comes the twist. We ringed their doorbell and they also didn't reply. Another neighbour told us that they weren't in the town . But wait, we can modify the plan, right!!? So , now the plan was to go to the balcony of the third house, then jump to my neighbour's balcony and then jump to mine. And do you know who was chosen to execute this plan !!? It was me .. (•_• )

I went, on third neighbour's balcony and tried to get on the adjacent neighbour's balcony but there was a gap inbetween the two houses which this small kid was terrified to jump over.

Just imagine a child hanging out on a balcony railing and crying out loud while others are motivated to jump(obv. not to jump off the balcony but to jump over the gap). Finally, my dad pulled me back up and then everyone was convinced that this plan was also a fail until my mom stepped up and said that she would do it .. and she went on and did it..She literally aced it like some marvel character. She jumped on the neighbour's and then ours and then silently walked over to their window and peeped inside and saw ............

My grandparents were asleep, then my mom called them and they woke up and were like ...what are you doing here!!? My mom asked, why didn't you open the door, and my grandma replied that she was asleep so she didn't hear any noise and then she added that we could have just called her.(⁠*⁠_⁠*⁠)

That day I was sure that my mom surely had some Spiderman skills. This story taught us to carry at least the spare keys with us every time we go out!!

So, I was very sleepy that day and now I don't have any clear visuals, plus I couldn't even find anything that represents this situation, so the designs for the post is a representation of our masterplan :

Hope you enjoyed reading this blog . This was 'Just Another Story'.

This is me,

Signing off!! <<33

[chaosmindthoughts]

Sara - We Three

Sarah - Alex G

I met Sarah in the bathroom - awfultune

[levilovey]

I saw this on the internet once, and I smiled cause I instantly knew that I am not the only one... I am suffering from a sickness, the one thing that stole everything from me.

[divinefem333]

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[corinneecrivaine]

Breakfast Club Film

I'd like to talk about the film Breakfast Club.

It was released in 1985.

The story: Breakfast Club takes place at Shermer High School, where five students find themselves in detention together for the whole day on Saturday.

For these five high school students of different characters and social backgrounds, this day will bring them closer together than they expected.

For me, it's a masterpiece of '80s cinema, the likes of which you just don't see anymore. Oh sure, there are no special effects, there's no acting on a green screen, there are no epic adventures, no demons, no monsters out to destroy the world, there are no serial killers, no guys with imposing pectorals who fear nothing and beat the crap out of everyone, no spectacular stunts, no superheroes.... In fact, there's none of the stuff that makes a blockbuster, although in recent months, not all blockbusters have been box-office hits.

In fact, the superheroes in this film are just 5 people from different social backgrounds who have to learn to accept themselves and their suffering.

A film as I like them, telling simple but true life stories in which everyone can find themselves. Judgments we all make about the appearance of each individual whose path we cross, but know nothing about their suffering, their joys, their past, their life and their inner demons.

The letter the 5 friends leave for the principal after a day of detention sums up the DNA of this film.

"Dear Mr. Vernon,

We accept that we had to sacrifice an entire Saturday in detention for what you think we did wrong, but we think you're stupid to ask us to write about what we think we are. You see us as you want to see us, in simple terms that suit you. But what we've discovered is that each of us is an overachiever, an athlete, a screwball, a princess and a delinquent. Does that answer your question?"

The kind of film I'd like to see more of.

- Corinne Ecrivaine 

10-06-2023

[linamisblog]

life stories:

today I went to a cosmetic store and thought what I need to buy. The guard followed me. Wherever I go. At the same time, he looked at me as if I were a thief. I walked and calmed myself in my thoughts, repeating the same phrase:

“I have money, I have money and everything is in order”

[ziarising]

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[keepitkylie]

New Beginnings

Writing frees my mind. Well, at least it used to...

I struggle daily with my mental being, with a bit of help from my vices. Marijuana. Alcohol. Caffeine. Food. And worrying.

Recently, my Psychiatrist said to CUT all substances from my life due to the possibility of interactions. I'm struggling more than I ever have.

I never considered myself an addict. A passionate fun-loving gal who loves her weed? Sure! But an addict?? Never. I don't beg for money for Tequila or Opiates. I don't shake without having a drink in the morning. I don't steal items from my family to cover debts from gambling. I'm no addict.

WRONG. Addiction means a person has no control over whether he or she uses a drug or drinks. OR eats (I'll explain later). When control is lost, addiction creeps in.

I can't function without blaming my mood on "not smoking."

I can't come up with a reason not to have a drink at night.

I can't stop myself from taking my son's Easter peeps from his basket and quietly eating them in silence in a closet.

I'm Struggling.

-Kylie

[ybpoetry]

To belong

I am from the past

Colonization is last

My descendants live through my intuition

Glória confirmed my rebeldia

Felt less sola

Mis padres siempre me decían loca

I continue to not follow the colonial matrix

The social norms

The gender roles

Mexica not hispanic

Mestiza not latinx

I do not claim being conquered due to ethnic cleansing

I reclaim my identity

My indigenous community was misplaced

Misrepresented, and erased

Todos mis abuelos muertos

Because of genocide

All you read is savages

Dehumanize us with your colonial language

From your U.S. history books

Told in the white man's eyes

Ojos de sangre fria

Ojos de racismo

Ojos de sexismo

Classism lo que me faltaba

Oppressive systems design to destroy us

but our indigenous blood lives

So did genocide & colonization really win?

P’urhepecha lives in my skin

Azteca vive en mi corazón

Española but not recognize

Immigrant written all over my forehead

The truth is los europeos son los Ilegales

No, nosotros

We are not the minority

We are growing

Flourishing like trees

Deforestation a product of another form of colonization

1492 claim to eliminate us

But we illuminate the earth

Aquí es mi hogar

My turtle island

From el norte to the south

Sin papel o con papel

Documentation another tool for economic systems

Oral history is our indigenous wisdom

I decolonize my colonial way of thinking

So should you.

Porque nos matan a todos

Institutional & Individual

Distribution of white legacies lies

Stop the remedy

Remember the past

Because we stand

And continue to live our stories of the past,

Present & future

[huyennguyen99]

Không thể ngồi yên một chỗ và rồi mong mọi thứ mình muốn thành hiện thực được.

Hành động thôi cô gái, biết rằng em luôn nghĩ rất nhiều, những thứ cảm xúc em chẳng thể thuật lại cho người khác hiểu.

"Tôi" hiểu em, "tôi" biết em là con người mỏng manh trong tâm hồn nhưng lại biết chắp vá, dính kết mọi thứ tan vỡ. "Tôi" biết mọi vết thương của em đang được chữa lành hàng ngày và em luôn biết điểm tô để nó trở nên đẹp hơn. Rồi giờ đây, em đang trên hành trình phần đấu cho tương lai rạng ngời. Biết rằng con đường lắm chông gai, lắm thử thách, và ở độ tuổi bạn bè em đã tốt nghiệp ra trường, em lại lội ngược dòng học lại; em sẽ đôi lần lung lay, sẽ có những bất an, mệt mỏi thường trực. Hãy cứ lung lay và cho phép mình mệt, để được nghỉ ngơi và ngồi tâm sự với "tôi" như này. "Tôi" thương em vô cùng, bởi lẽ có thương nhau, ta mới làm nên kỳ tích.

Cố lên em!

[umparaisoemsilencio]

A História dos Meus Pais

Minha mãe saiu de casa quando eu tinha 3 meses de idade, falarei sobre isso adiante, mas meu pai me contou a história, segundo a visão dele, de como tudo aconteceu.

Meus pais eram jovens, meu pai tinha em média 21 anos e minha mãe 19, meu pai tocava bateria em uma banda de rock e foi fazer um evento no bairro de Castelo Branco, foi quando encontrou a minha mãe.

Segundo ele, ela gostava de rock, usava umas roupas "esquisitas" e ele se interessou por ela (wtf?), passaram a noite inteira conversando, e decidiram se encontrar novamente. minha mãe morava nesse bairro, e meu pai queria marcar de encontrar com ela, buscar ela em casa. Ele me contou que ela mentia sobre o local onde morava, que parecia ter vergonha da real casa dela, e disse que morava em uma outra casa (que não era a dela), até que ele descobriu, foi à casa da família dela, disse que tinha interesse em ficar com ela mas que ela havia mentido sobre onde morava.

Como sempre se achando poderoso por ser um homem, branco, e com seu privilégios, me disse que a família dela era bem humilde, que a mãe dela era empregada doméstica "bem pobrezinha" e que, chegou à conclusão de que ela tinha vergonha de quem era e de onde morava, por isso o escondia.

Meu pai trabalhou com diversas coisas até conhecer ela, desde novo, e criou os meus três tios paternos, Fabiano, Manoela e Ana Paula, enquanto a minha avó saía pra trabalhar e o meu avô viajava incessantemente, e em tese traindo e sendo sustentado por ela e fnquanto fazia novas famílias. Minha mãe era " sem futuro" segundo o meu pai, mas parece que isso só foi um incômodo depois que eles se separaram.

Minha tia Manoela me contou, algumas vezes, digo por que ela tem o costume de contar e recontar todos os acontecimentos de vida, de uma maneira compulsiva. Ela me falou que meu pai não cuidava tão bem assim dos meus tios, e que chegou a amarrar ela e fazer maldades quando era criança, sempre diz que ele é perverso quando conta essa história.

Depois de começarem a namorar, não sei por quanto tempo exatamente, minha mãe ficou grávida de mim e meus pais de mudaram para um bairro chamado Soledade, em uma casa precária, de um prédio precário. Pelo que pude ver das últimas vezes que passei por lá, hoje é ponto de venda de drogas, prostituição e abrigo para pessoas sem-teto. Meu pai disse que ela traía ele com um vizinho, que inclusive parecia muito com ele, e essa ideia foi motivo pra ele achar que eu não era filha dele durante toda a minha vida.

Ele disse que devido às condições da casa onde moravam, minha avó pediu que eles fossem pra casa dela, onde cederia um quarto pra que ficassem em conforto. Meu pai disse que a minha mãe não queria ficar na casa da minha avó, que ficava encrencando, e uma vez pagou um hotel no Barbalho pra que ela ficasse durante um período, pois estava grávida. Depois meu tio viu que tinha um rapaz no quarto onde ela estava hospedada e contou à ele, que ficou arrasado com a traição.

Seguiram morando com a minha avó até que: eu nasci.

[justanotherstory]

Did You know?

Approximately 21. 87 lakh students were registered for CBSE Class10 Board Exams this academic year!!

Just wondering how much prep is required to be a 'ToPpeRrr'.

Okay, so I am even one of the 21laks students who appeared for the well-known 'Board Exams' this year and this blog is not about the board exam experience-rather, this is about the overall experience of class 10,  'Dasvi Kaksha'.

I think it's true when people say, “Covid changed everything ”coz it really did for me. After 7th grade, I literally went to school directly into 10th grade (I attended online schooling for 2 years). I didn't know that the bunch of friends who were with me from 1st, and with whom I celebrated on the last day of my 7th grade, I wouldn't be able to meet them for 2 years and we wouldn't be in the same class anymore. Like, just imagine the Earth separated from its twin planet, Venus.

Anyways, the 10th grade began with a whole bunch of new kids, who looked like they were studying for 30hrs a day!! Like seriously, they appeared to be too studious and serious for me!! Time passed by and we all adapted to this change. Those unknown faces became known.

My experience of this grade , if you don't consider this separation,the number of times my class was relocated , the number of times I collided with some strangers in school and got stuck in awkward situations, then this year has been great for me. I won a debating competition, wrote a play and bagged third position amongst 28 schools and also got to be a part of the school's student council as the Deputy Head Girl (although I didn't have any job to do other than wearing the badge and roaming around).

Not only this, but I also strengthened my friendships with some crazy friends who were with me even when I brutally lost 2 different competitions this year, and started writing poems ‘kavitaayein’ (btw, 2 of them are published now in 2 anthologies).

In short, I enjoyed my ‘DASVI’ to the fullest. Without any regrets, I can say that I didn't just study, throughout the session, mugging up the syllabus, and became a book worm, but I also won prizes in other co-curricular activities, didn't compromise on my other interests and enjoyed this journey throughout .

Visualising my 'DASVI KA SAFAR' :-

Anyways this was 'Just Another Story'. Hope you enjoyed reading :)

This is me,

Signing off!!<<33

[lyricsxsongs]

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[deesenandika]

Mendekatkan diri kepada Allaah lewat jalur ilmu pengetahuan

Ulul albab (cerdik cendekia) sulit untuk disebut sebagai "scientist" atau "ilmuwan" krn maksudnya akan berbeda jika diartikan dalam bahasa kita hari ini.

Cerdik cendekia adalah orang yang selalu ingat kepada Allaah, berdzikir, kemudian berfikir, bahwa segala apa yang terjadi tidak ada yang sia-sia, sehingga ia memohon rahmat Allaah agar dia selamat di dunia dan di akhirat. 

Kucing tidak dilengkapi dengan akal untuk menggendong anaknya dengan kain seperti halnya manusia. Allaah memberi kemampuan kucing u/ menggendong anaknya dengan cara digigit bagian lehernya. Kemampuan tsb dibarengi dengan kemampuan memberikan tekanan tertentu yang presisi, yg jika tekanan berlebih sedikit saja maka anak kucing bisa mati krn kesulitan bernafas. Atau, anak kucing bisa saja mati karena jatuh jika tekanan yg diberikan induknya tidak mampu membawa massa tubuh anak kucing.

Mayoritas burung tertentu pemakan biji-bijian hanya memiliki sistem pencernaan mekanis. Kalau kita manusia memiliki sistem pencernaan mekanis dan kimiawi/enzimatis sehingga Allaah karuniakan lambung kepada manusia dan Allaah karuniakan ampela pada burung pemakan biji-bijian. Ampela ini selayaknya kontainer/tabung yang bekerja dengan melumatkan makanan, pasir bermanfaat untuk menggilas biji-bijian yang dimakan oleh burung ybs. Inilah, karena karunia Allaah maka burung pemakan biji-bijian terkadang kita lihat memakan kerikil atau pasir. MasyaAllah..

Keandalan (reliability) sistem yg dirakit secara seri itu normalnya turun, semakin kompleks maka akan terus turun. Sehingga, defaultnya manusia adalah sakit. Jika manusia dengan sistem tubuhnya yg kompleks dan tetap sehat, maka kuasa Allaah lah yang membuat kita mampu sehat dan berkarya hingga hari ini. Wallahu a'lam.

Al Madani, Ramadhan 1445H.

[penjejakmakna]

(Edisi packing orderan)

"ngapain? Kmrin kan bilang sama ibu buat pulihin badan dulu. Besok kan katanya mau masuk kerja lagi. Ayo istirahat dulu."

"Ini orderan customer langganan Buk. Mereka juga lagi butuh ini, buat ikhtiar kesehatan mereka/keluarga mereka sama kayak aku kmrin2 pas lagi butuh ini banget. Mereka udah trf ke rek aku juga, kasian kalo mereka jadi lama nunggu. Lagipula ini kan cuma packing2 aja abis itu seperti biasa ntar mas2 kurir yg ke rumah ambil paket ini."

"Yaudah sini ibu yg bungkus aja. Kamu liatin aja yg mana yg harus dibungkus."

(Meleleh banget 😭❤️ mau nangis tapi malu sama ibu hehe agak2 khawatir juga packingan bakal kurang rapi, tapi ternyata aman 😁)

Maaf ya Buk, mungkin anakmu ini dari masih dalam kandungan sampe sekarang masih sering repotin ibuk :") Bukan semata-mata karena hal remeh aku lakuin begini, tapi hanya karna ingin amanah dengan perniagaan yang aku jalani ini. Biar Allah dan pelanggan juga ridha. Layaknya Rasul dulu yg begitu jujur dan amanah, hingga bergelar Al-Amin. Aku cuma ingin ngikut jejaknya Rasul dalam bermuamalah. Karna Rasul adalah teladan sepanjang masa buat ku :")❤️

[simbahsugeng]

Senin, 22 Januari 2024

Hi! Assalamu'alaikum wr. wb.

Salam kenal semuanya! Bagi siapa saja yang pada suatu saat nanti menemukanku di sini, mungkin ini akan menjadi awal aku mengisahkan beberapa kisah hidupku yang ingin aku bagi. Selamat menikmati kisahku, teman-teman!