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Happiness

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No due date

Please be happy.

By the time you are ready to turn in this assignment, I will probably be in heaven. Don’t rush your report. Feel free to take your time. But someday, please turn to me and say ‘I did it. I’ve become happy.’

I’ll be waiting.

From a Japanese teacher.

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Being criticized

It’s turned out that the more I live, the more I am being criticized by this society. 

I am 28 years old now but whenever I’ve met someone I know, they just kept telling me abt my look. “Why don’t you look like your mom but your dad?”, “Why are you so skinny?”, “You dressed up so weird!”, “Your skin is so dark with a lot of pimples!”, “With this look you will never have a boyfriend!” blah blah blah.

I know that I am not beautiful, I am ugly. I am not confident if you mention abt the look. But I feel okay with my appearance, my face and my body. I can’t change it, or have money to do plastic surgery. I myself was the gift my parents and  this earth gave to me. I always feel thankful to my parents for giving a chance to live, to breath and to enjoy this life. So, hey guys, please stop criticizing me even you don’t mean it. 

They also criticized me about my behavior, my working performance, my communication skills. In this world, there’s no place for a person like me. Then I wonder about my dignity. Am I abnormal? And what is normal? Normal is good? Why can’t I be just who I am? Why?


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Le Petit Prince

Le petit prince

“But if you come at just any time, I shall never know at what hour my heart is to be ready to greet you.”

“Grown-ups love figures. When you tell them that you have made a new friend, they never ask you any questions about essentail matters. They never say to you, “What does his voice sound like? What games does he love best? Does he collect butterflies?” Instead, they demand: “How old is he? How many brothers has he? How much does he weigh? How much money does his father make?” Only from these figures do they think they have learned anything about him.

If you were to say to the grown-ups: “I saw a beautiful house made of rosy brick, with geraniums in the windows and doves on the roof,” they would not be able to get an idea of that house at all. You have have to say to them: “I saw a house that cost $20,000.” Then they would exclaim: “Oh, what a pretty house that is!”

“And now here is my secret, a very simple secret: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.”


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Portraits


 As you know, I love photography. However, with my limited capacity and poor equipment, I rarely have many good photos to show. I want to include the feeling into those photos, so if someone looks at it, he/she will understand what I want to mention, or just a moment that I haven’t known yet. Maybe you don’t understand, but those photos really help me going through the hard times in my life. Everytime I look at them, I feel strong and hopeful, I realize the beauty of nature or just a future in the eyes of children, or the sadness, mature of the wrinkles on faces in my photos.

This is my brother. He is 2 years younger than me. He suffered a lot during his puberty time. He experienced life more than I did. Everything. His life is exactly a sin diagram, up and down.

This is my brother. He is 2 years younger than me. He suffered a lot during his puberty time. He experienced life more than I did. Everything. His life is exactly a sin diagram, up and down.

 

In this picture, he seemed more relaxed. A little smile on his face is just like a big change coming to him now. He has a job. He no longer lives without direction. He changes.

In this picture, he seemed more relaxed. A little smile on his face is just like a big change coming to him now. He has a job. He no longer lives without direction. He changes.

People used to criticize me a lot. I have no manner. I couldn’t communicate well with others. I tried to isolate myself in a box. And I don’t want anybody to break that box to liberate me. Why? Because they didn’t understand me, they couldn’t. And I don’t need this society. These photos are the only way I communicate with this world. But, not many people enjoy them.

Mom in BW

My mom. She is the person who loves me the most in this world. She cares about me, looks after me like a baby. I haven’t done anything to give her back. Sorry, mom, your daughter is not a good one.

She is beautiful, right. All the people I know always asked me why I am ugly while my mom is so gorgeous. I'm sorry. I can't answer this question. I'm proud of my beautiful and nice mom. All I can say is that she definitely gave birth to me.

She is beautiful, right? All the people I know always asked me why I am ugly while my mom is so gorgeous. I’m sorry. I can’t answer this question. I’m proud of my beautiful and nice mom. All I can say is that she definitely gave birth to me.

Auntie

This is the last photo I want to introduce to you. She is my aunt. She has a lot (many many) troubles and she endures it quite well. I always wonder how a tiny women like her could handle those shits, how she still found hope in her gloomy life. I couldn’t be that strong if I were her. I hope good luck will come to her, my aunt.

That’s all. You will not understand what I said. It’s alright. Everyone has a messy life. But, somehow they are still struggling day by day to overcome those troubles around them. They keep moving on, even there is no light on their ways.

“And now here is my secret, a very simple secret: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.” ― Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince