no one understand I am in problem and cant cope out
take what you get even if you paid for itmy parents are fool..they have doubt problem
my mother was sedated partially when i was born by c section
she in her waked up covered eyes took a look of me coming out of woumb as pulled out by surgeons
i was covered in placental fluid and appeared all like a white baby
my mother began dreaming and thought "oh my child is so white"..
my father was informed "you have a son"
before he saw me even, he went to see my mother to check did the operation even happen?
my mother told him "the baby is so white like wall distemper"..
my father was told to leave the operation chamber
my father was not concerned of the new born child, me
eventually when i was bathed and handed to my father...he was earlier dreaming the baby is so white
he saw i was not white, but quite dark
he told my mother..and they fool parents think the baby is changed and i am some other dog's baby...
and it was confirmed when my sister was born and she is fair of skin..was like a European baby almost in infan
The Petra Crisis Story
I want to tell you one thing honestly Alex
Petra was my friend..she was very respectable to me and I liked her as my only friend from Europe then
We had normal and inter respecting talks
she cared for me just like a sister or wife, at least in words
I never then wanted or even thought of a mockery in her name
then I was sent to Bombay to study
I needed not to be sent Bombay..I carried my emotions for petra to there
Petra was very involved in chatting me while I was in Bombay
but I became very aggravated and not casual..she sensed it and started getting bored
I was more than normally interested or fascinated about her then
slowly a casual friendship turned to what a European girl generally cant stand, a fanatic man
she hinted me to come to europe
my life's purpose became chasing her
i asked for parents' will for it, dreaming it was so easy to go and live in europe
now i realize it was never easy as water
i left my Maya course and decided to return home for a western art course and persu
Dance Queenis it true that most white guys and girls since 1987 birth are without university degrees?
I don't know a lot about reality
i know nothing
what happened in 1987?
you are educated but without certificate
my parents group me with your kind only
india Australia cricket match
amidst i hear gagged voice of white girls..ah eh awe etc
Indians abroad are clever and educated
white girls perhaps all depend on prostitution
T20 cricket matches..so many prettiest cheer girls, white dancing like clowns
what is it?
they don't have normal life?
sadly i cant get them, as it needs money
its surely that they are allotted to lust business related to cricket
they are from all over Australia and europe
they just hold bush and dance
If Goodi am working?
i am stupid?
i am fooling?
i know how can you afford my life for me
or how can you give me cyanide also
life is weird
parents should embrace me to benefit
their focus is not me
they send me abroad or not
but to utilize me to full is their job
what petra, what aryan
my health, mind and oral is very bad because of tobacco abuse
what life can i ever enjoy further
you can do anything good to me..do
unnecessarily abusing me will only give me more pains..
: do what you are capable of
i don't blame you for your inborn nature
if you are a dog you will bite..if you are a friend you will save
Challenging TigerBrahmins are dark and smaller sized Russian in fact..
where Aryan is found, there is the tiger also, competitor to Aryan...and its found in north india and Siberia
True Aryans are Indian and Russians..
native Indians are australoid but in our area they belong
Russians and Brahmins are parallel branch of kinother slavics are related or what you can tell me..
don't know what are germanics..
they are also Caucasoid, but why are they against true Aryans?
they look different than slavics
Russian Caucasians and Brahmins are one kind
Just like Indian and Siberian tiger
same distribution..same evolutionary enemy
the tiger hunter kin
Aryan and the TigerJust How tiger, the greatest opponent of Aryan is In north India and in Russia..
so is the Aryan competitor human kin is in north India and Siberia..
two mammals of power
and same two regional distribution..
Finest ProfitArt is a form of reasoning..
the subtle expressions in plus and minus
every human is basically artist of any profession, every human process is aimed for and deals digitally in +ve and -ve fluctuations of an expression or power..
Artist is the finest breed of apprentice and dealer..even more than a goldsmith that deals only in a matter..art is the finest profit..
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This Common BloodI am young when I first hear the word 'adoption'. I am so very young, perhaps three, maybe four. I accept it easily when my mother sits me down and explains that I did not grow beneath her heart, but rather in it. I nod my head, smile big, and ask when I'm getting a little sister. My mother kisses me on the forehead and puts her hand on my head as she stands up. "If you wish on a star, Sarah, maybe she will be here very soon." I practice my wishing until night's companions wink merrily in the sky.
I turned seventeen just recently. I thought of you when I woke up, and I wondered if you were thinking of me. I like to think that you were, that we think of each other at the same time. That you know I think of you, too. There is no limit to what I wonder, Anna, not when it comes to me and you and everyone else that shares this common blood. I wonder if you have my eyes, the green with murky brown mostly, but bright and vivid when I am angry. Do you have the nose, lips, smile? Do
Dear MomDear Mom,
[I know this really isn't a letter like I promised, but you should be used to me giving less then I say I will]
I'm going to feel bad, throwing you into the ocean.
I'm going to have to clench my teeth, close my eyes, and grip my hip [because you're there, forever; in jagged scar tissue with upside down mountain capped M's and a blocky O, you're there, forever.] to keep myself from diving in after you and gathering you back together with the finest cheesecloth, molding you back together and filling you with all the beautiful things you've been drained of. I'll jam sea glass in your eye sockets and replace your weak bird bones with coral, I'll fill your lungs with saltwater [because oxygen obviously never worked; I almost miss that respirator keeping me awake at night] and wrap you with seaweed to hold you together again.
And I'll let you speak by jamming the truths to all my lies I've told you down your throat. I will whispersobconfess all my dirty deeds. I will tell yo
what to do- Art VS Parents
Art career VS Parents is actually a very very common issue in many different countries.
First of all, you are not alone in this struggle, many many people are on the same boat sharing the same problem, including your parents.
A lot of parents tend to think doing art makes you starve, and you will be poor all your life if you want to become an artist. They are dead set on "a certain career means more money therefore means more steady life"
Truth is... whatever that popular career is... it may become less popular later because of so many people going into the field, thus lowering the demand. The supply and demand principle applies to all fields, jobs market changes.
OK. To start with the conversation... Lets make sure we know what they think that an "art career" is~~~
Research and Communicate:
Usually they don't know ANYTHING about that career you want to go into, usually the best way to go about it is research how much "salary" you will get paid with doing a certain job
I miss ya, mate.Dear friend,
when we stumbled over each other in the Australian outback in 99, I was young and eager to explore the wild on my own, something you had already achieved long before. I did not know your name, nor your face, and you, ever so humble, appreciated that more than I knew. With me, you were able to be an ordinary man.
Camp Cooee turned upside down with you around, as it sometimes did, despite its location way out in the bush, nestled between the trees. We became friends and brothers in arms for a brief time, and despite my inability to explain the theory of relativity to someone as hyper as you, you still perked up and listened with a bright shine in your eyes when I told you that all the world and its inhabitants are made from stardust. It was the same shine you always had when we talked about wildlife.
I'm thankful to have learned a great deal from you about the outback, survival methods, how to deal with snakes and other dangerous wildlife. It has been my honor and privilege
Letter to a fatherDear Father,
As I sit in a room two continents away, surrounded by clothes and books and pretty things, all bought with money provided by you, five years into a degree funded by you, I type away this letter.
Dear Father, two days ago you laughed when I excitedly showed you a photo of a thirty-five-bedroom castle and said that one day I will buy it, and you told me that at my age you had stopped having those grandiose dreams. Let me tell you a different story. Nineteen years ago, you pulled a drawer out of your wardrobe, to reveal a drawer behind it, and within this drawer was a single item: an old, ornate, large iron key. You told me it was the key to the gates of your Castle in Spain. Only years later did I learn that in French, "castle in Spain" means castle in the air.
Thanks to a man who never stopped dreaming... but who put his dreams aside to help his daughter make hers come true, today, I can dream.
Dear Father, when they ask me if I have a role model, I name you. You may be gru
Dear Guardian Angel...Dear Guardian Angel, whatever your fucking name may be,
You suck at your job. I think it's time you had a mid-life crisis and got another one that you're more suited for.
From, your contemptuous human.
dear best friend.there is something so beautiful about you. i think thats why i love you.
you give me something to think about, to laugh about, to cry about, to rant about. you let me know that i'm actually living and i have a reason to be smiling at all the silly things i do.
you piss me off. you irritate me to no end. you are so god damn self centered and so arrogant and so god damn adorable i can't begin to tell you how many times i would pull down the stars just to see you smile or to get a god damn kiss or hug.
dear best friend,
please don't leave. ever.
a very devoted me.
Letter to a motherDear Mummy,
Today I want to write a few words to you, before I leave you once again, for another year in a cold country two continents away from you and Daddy.
Five years ago I shouted at you, from the doorway of my room on the first floor, "I will never marry anyway, just so I can avoid your mistakes: being as poor a mother as you have been to your children!" You did not shed a tear as you stood there on the ground floor, and silently let your only daughter break your heart.
Ten years ago, in all the shops that you took me to, to buy me the brightly-coloured DMC embroidery thread I used for my tapestries, you would stand and listen with patience as every salesgirl would whisper to you conspiratorially, "She's such a little brat, isn't she?" while I stamped my foot because the greens they had were not the green I wanted. You never voiced agreement with them. You only hurried me and we would leave ten minutes later, a big bundle of embroidery thread in tow.
Dear Mummy, whe