Today I couldn't stop smiling. You wanna guess why? Well you can say that I woke up on the right side of my bed or that I'm meeting a potential client who wants to invest in my work. As a fictional writer , I have met a lot of people who are good and it's a buzz kill especially when your sponsors tell you they have fresh talent off the boat to recruit. But today is great, and that's because I got a deal with a new sponsor. I guess I can only hope that he is bedazzled by my skills and after I'm going shopping. The weather's been getting bad but I know I'll get through it. My only consolation is that I can make it, no matter the hurdles life throws me. That's why, I KEEP SMILING 😊
“Oye, choca, que lindos tus ojos,” a middle-aged man called out to me from his small, beaten up car on the small dirt road I dread walking on so much. This was not the first superficial comment I had gotten that day. Most cat calls directed towards me came from large, unkempt men whose appearance alone caused me to feel fear and unease. I hurried without giving him a glance for fear of fueling the fire that was his acute need for attention that he may go to desperate measures to quench. All my life, I had never been allowed to play out on the street with my friends. I had never been allowed to do something as simple as walk to the little corner store half a block away to buy a few eggs alone. I always needed an adult by my side, and even that was not a guarantee of my safety. As a young child, I had been taught to divert as much attention as I could away from who I truly was. This was done by simple things such as never speaking English in public, never looking people on the street I did not know in the eye, never going out without an adult - preferably a Bolivian man, and by dressing in an attempt to hide some of my snowy skin. Even my best efforts at blending in could not keep all the attention away; cat calls were a common experience to me for as long as I can remember, and this put an inevitable fear in my mind of men. For this reason, getting as far away from that man on the street as possible was my only concern in that moment. As soon as I got far enough away for me to feel comfortable, I remembered the reason I was walking; my mom was waiting for me at the other end of the street to catch a “micro” - a public transportation bus. My mind settled instantly at the sight of my strong, beautiful, Bolivian mother, and all the fearful thoughts that seem to short circuit my brain disappeared for a split second that did not last anywhere near long enough. As soon as I reached my mom's side, she spotted the micro heading towards us. She reminded me to keep my bag in front of me since the risk of either getting something stolen or getting inappropriately touched were high if I did nothing to prevent it. Consequently, I stayed by my mom's side as she paid the bitter, overweight driver who had already stepped on the gas pedal again. No seats were available, so we stood in the overcrowded bus until we reached the “abasto” - a vast market in which one can buy fresh food; cheap materials; and agricultural goods. Immediately after stepping off the bus, I was hit with the seemingly origin-less, inescapable stench. I mindlessly followed my mom through the weaving market that seemed to never be the same as she searched for the perfect bunch of bananas for her banana bread. On the side of one of the endless numbers of small fruit stands, there was a little girl sitting under a truck in an attempt to escape the powerful sun that so violently beat on everyone who dared stand directly under its rays. She looked up from the corn husks she was playing with to observe the unusual sight of a white girl with green eyes. A teenage girl sat in the bed of the truck with one leg carelessly hanging off the side. Contrary to the child's simple way of achieving entertainment, her fingers vigorously flew across the glossy screen of her small cellphone. Unlike the child, the teenager barely glanced at me, and as soon as she saw that I was just another girl, her phone retook her attention. The little girl, however, was still mesmerized by my appearance, so I smiled which seemed to satisfy her as she immediately smiled back and returned to playing with anything she could find. Meanwhile, my mom had decided that she had found the bananas that she wanted, so she asked the middle-aged woman standing behind them how much they costed. The woman, dressed in faded clothes and a threadbare apron in which she kept the money she had earned, readily recognized my fair colored skin and naturally assumed that I was not Bolivian and, therefore, ignorant. She chose to take a chance at gaining more money by charging us extra; however, we were used to being charged extra a countless amount of times due to the fact that I was different. My mom convinced the woman to charge us the honest amount of how much the bananas were worth, and we kept walking through the abyss. After an hour, we got on a micro and returned home - one of the few places I felt safe. This short trip had not brought about any terrible events; however, the possibility of being taken advantage of due to irrelevant and superficial things was a constant likelihood in my life. I have grown up trying to hide who I am because of a fear of those who I do not know, but I have never seen it as a fully negative thing because being different means that I am special; the unwanted attention is simply due to everyone around me recognizing that. Maybe, just maybe, someday I will be free to be whoever I want to be without a threat. For now, I live as a minority in what I consider to be my own culture.
Excitement, thrill, anticipation, anxiety even fear were all the feelings Elisabeth Guilliams had as she headed into the airport for her first international flight. Elisabeth was heading to Israel with her mother and sister. She had never left her Country and was about to embark on an adventure never to be forgotten. After completing the sixteen hours of plane rides Elisabeth and her family was left exhausted. The trio met up with their group and they headed to the hotel ready for a nap. The group began to explore the extraordinary country. They visited City after City enjoying the hot sun of the desert and the cool air conditioning of the bus. Although the cities were like nothing Elisabeth had ever seen the most astonishing culture difference, compared to the United States, was the shopkeepers. The U.S.A has stores that folks can buy essentials or wants for a fixed price. Israel was nothing to the same. A store manager would have their products for a large sum of money and the buyer would have to bargain for less. Elisabeth learned this act of trade during the most fear-filled adventures of her life. The streets of Jerusalem were the busiest at noon and that was where Elisabeth found herself on the last day of her journey. She followed her mother and sister up and down Jerusalem always checking her pockets to assure herself she had her shekels. The first shop they stopped at was a scarf store; it had shelves floor to ceiling covered in scarves. There were small scarves in all different colors that fit around Elisabeth's neck beautifully. The shopkeeper's assistant aided Elisabeth in finding her style. Elisabeth chose six different scarves to give to her friends. Her mother and sister explored the shop as well, finding shawls and headscarves. When finally the three left the shop their arms were full and pockets lighter but their spirits were filled to the max with joy. They continued down the street until they found a glass shop where everything inside was handblown. Although, from the outside, the shop appeared safe and secure the inside was an experience Elisabeth and her family will not soon forget. They entered the dimly lit shop to find shelves and shelves piled with different glass objects. The items ranged from a drinking jar to a fish sculptor. The colors also varied for there was blue glass and green glass and a mixed variety. However, as much as their eyes found the manually blown glass exquisite their purses frowned at the idea. Agreeing with their purses the three tried to exit the shop but the shopkeeper, a big man, stepped in their way. His broad shoulders and large stomach covered the door completely. The voices from the street ceased to exist as if the man pushed a mute button. His face was sketched into a stern scowl. His white tunic was stained with blotches of a brown liquid or was it red? Elisabeth's heart quickened to the speed of a rabbit who was trying to flee the jaws of a wolf. She tried to create an escape plan but her mind only collided with the thought of death. This was the end. She was to be a hostage until her death. Elisabeth was so deep in her despair she had not realized the man's stern face etch into a smile. He continued in repeating that they could not leave the shop until they bought something. His sarcastic tone of voice tipped his serious frown further into a full grin. Elisabeth finally breathed normal seeing he would not hurt them. They then proceeded in buying a blue water jar which Elisabeth bargained to less than half of its price. When Elisabeth and the others finally stepped foot on the cobbled walkway with the hundreds of people walking past them. They finally started to relax and continue shopping. From then on, Elisabeth learned the ways of the Israelite shopkeepers and was never swindled into buying a product because of fear again. Her journey to Israel ended as she boarded her plane to Wisconsin, her home. Although, she couldn't continue without looking back at the incredible country that Elisabeth called her second home. Giving her years of stories to tell, hours of memories to share, and a few unusual lessons to teach.
People are different. Even they were born from the same family, but they are not the same. The main reasons that make them being different but unique in their own ways are time and experience. Time is always moving. It will never stop, and people will experience more about life as the time passed by. With all those experiences that come along with the moving time, people gradually begin to learn new idea that can help them to adapt in the environment that they are living. My name is Ryda. I am 19 years old which I think is old enough for me to spare my little knowledge and experience to the world. It is my pleasure to talk about my life at Sunrise Children's Village, the orphanage. In 2005 I and my cousins were sent to an orphanage called Sunrise Children's Village. By going there, it doesn't mean that I was an orphan but my parents was super poor. They couldn't afford for my study, clothes and food. I knew they didn't want to send me away, but they had no choice, because I saw they were crying behind the car that I was sitting in. The car that was going to take me away from my hometown. I didn't feel anything at that time. I just wonder why they were crying. On the way to SCV, I was sleeping most of the time. Therefore, I did not have any time to figure out why my parents were crying. When I arrived Sunrise Children's Village (SCV), I was really excited because everything was different from my hometown and it was really fascinating. There was a playground which I had never known that it existed on this earth. The separation between the dining room and bedroom wasn't what I had seen in my village, because we had only one room in our house or cottage. The lights and the fans were all hung from the cell which I found really amazing, because we used only the light from the candle or the light from oil. We didn't have any fans. For rich people in our village, they would use the battery to light their house but not electricity. We didn't have any electricity as in Sunrise. In addition, the television that was colorful, and it can be played with DVD or CD or USB, in Sunrise, was not what was used in my village. In my village, we used the TV that the color was white and black, and it couldn't be seen clearly. Moreover, it couldn't be played with any DVD or CD or USB, yet poor families in our village including mine were not able to buy that black and white TV to watch. But SCV managed to buy that colorful TV which made me think that Sunrise was super rich. Actually, there are many differences between SCV and my hometown, it is like the different between the poor and rich societies. But this are the main points that I noticed when I first arrived there. By staying and studying at Sunrise, I have learned many things such as English, Khmer traditional dance, Khmer general knowledge, sports, and some music instruments. Moreover, I was able to go abroad for two times. For the first time, I was able to go to two countries to perform Khmer traditional dance which included Australia, and Singapore. I couldn't remember much about that trip, because I was young. The main thing that I remembered is that I have done a lot of performance, and I was really happy. The second time, I went to Australia to study tour or study exchange. I could remember many things from this experiences, because I went there on 2014 which was not too long. I was extremely happy and excited with this study tour, because I have been to a lot of places in Sydney such as the zoos, the park, the monument, and the mountain. Nevertheless, I was on the big boat with a really great and fantastic environment. I felt really lucky about that, but I did miss Cambodia so much. In short, with this two experiences I have learned many things about the foreign countries. Also, I have learned that the world is not as small as I thought which can make my knowledge getting broader and wider. In conclusion, I have talked briefly about my life at Sunrise Children's Village. There were a lot of differences between this organization and my hometown, and I was really happy to live in both places. Living in Sunrise, I have learned and experienced many new things that I have never done before. Therefore, I am really thankful to Sunrise.
Yangon is the largest and the most commercial city of Myanmar. There are so many things to do in Yangon. The city is crowded and attracts million of tourists every year. Among tourists, we can find different types like travelers, researchers, foodies, students and photographers. The weather is fair and the city is clean. Yangon is also famous for its sublime pagodas. The pagodas represent the symbol of Myanmar. During full moon day, all the Burmese and foreign Buddhist pray at the pagodas and we can learn Burmese culture as well. There are about 100 pagodas in Myanmar and each has its own history and symbol. The entrance fees are not so much expensive. The living expenses and accommodations fees are cheap. So, many teenagers also visit to Yangon every time. For those who love to eat, there are special places for foodies. We can taste various kinds of foods almost everywhere. We can see not only the delicious local foods but also the foreign. There are many restaurants available different kinds of foods. The famous foreign foods in Yangon are Korean Tobokki, Chinese foods, Japanese Ramen, Thai Noodle, Italian Spaghetti, Indian foods, Western dessert and pizzas. Many foreigners love to eat local foods especially Lat phat, Shwe Yin Aye, Shan Noodle, Nan Pyar Thote and nga pi. But, there are various kinds of Burmese foods which all the people can eat. Moreover, there are Yangon Night Market and Market place where is the paradise for foodie. Although there are a lot of shopping malls, there are not much places where we can eat different kinds of foods. So, I recommend the night market along the side of Yangon river and Market Place. For those, who love to discover and learn, there are many services for them. First, there is Mingalar Bus which give the travelers a most comfortable services and give the chance to discover the colonial and historic buildings in central Yangon. And, there is also Water Bus which can give the services not only in Yangon downtown area but also outside area of Yangon. They offers the travelers a most amazing Yangon's river view. Another point is that there are also many historic religious buildings. More interesting thing is that the buildings are built closed and give the travelers a breath-taking view. We can see Buddist temple and pagodas, Christian Church, Hindus Kali Temple, Jews Buildings, Armenian Church and Islamic Mosque. Each temples, pagodas and mosques are not very far away and they have been existed over 100 years ago. So, my suggestion for students, historian, archaeologists, anthropologists, journalists and photographers is to visit and study. There are also Cultural Heritage Initiative Tour (CHIT ) which can help you to figure-out. Travelers who like to make leisure activities, there are Myanmar Plaza, City Mall, Junction City, Junction Centers, Sein Gay Har, Hleden Center and Ga Mone Pwint plaza. There are places where shopaholic must go indeed. There , they can finds many famous brands, clothing, souvenirs, electronic devices and accessories. Burmese souvenirs and gifts are wonderful and creative. There are also shirts, trousers, clothes and things representing Myanmar. Moreover, there are also bars, coffee shop, restaurants,night club and disco club which make the Yangon's night more exciting and interesting. In every Friday's night, there are many people and workers who are releasing their stress in bar, karaoke, music club and restaurants. Every night, Yangon is attractive and lively. There are also skyline like Sakura Tower, Sule Square, Melia Yangon and Dagon Center where the travelers can enjoy aerial and night view of Yangon City.Travelers who love sports can enjoy different kinds of sports in Myanmar. The most famous sport in Myanmar is soccer. Travelers can watch exciting Myanmar National League every weekend. So, there are places where the travelers are enjoy in Yangon. There are many famous tourist attraction in each parts of Myanmar.
Mobile phones are becoming ever more popular and needed than ever before, and it would be very inconvenient if we did not have a next. We are even living harder when the "second world" is real. This "world" has existed for a long time but today is growing ever more, so it attracts even more people. And most of us have forsaken the good that only happens in reality. Those two worlds, you probably guessed, are the real world and the virtual world. Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, Youtube, ... almost become an integral part of our lives. But what happens if we always have to go in, check what is going on even when we are relaxing, is the real relaxation? This holiday I have a trip with two friends to the Central of dear. Here, the pace of life is very slow, especially in Hue, there are no busy traffic, no loud traffic (or maybe I have not heard the sound here?). One evening before returning to Saigon, the three of us and the group stopped at a coffee shop near the hotel, just enjoying the last hours before leaving, also to wait for the time. airport together. We chose the location right on the balcony, overlooking the peaceful city of Hue but not boring. After ordering drinks, we sat down and talked to each other about the beautiful place, we do not know if the drinks here are okay, but after a while saying each other mouth a phone, and then everyone is intoxicated in that world. I understand this is normal, this scene is so familiar all over the coffee shop, at work, I wonder if it happens in a family will be sad? I sat counting how many people in the cafe attentive to the phone in their hands. My eyes casually stopped near the stairs of the restaurant, a family with us, a daughter, a son, perhaps both of school age, opposite parents of two young children. Everyone is holding hands on the phone and surf. Not only that, the two young people also wear headphones. Apparently they have "lost connection" altogether. I watched them for a long time, telling myself that if it were my parents, I would never wear a headset, plugged into the phone while traveling with my parents. We do not always have time to sit together like this, especially parents and children, always have to get up to work, children go to school, this person is late, the other early. When we get home early, we can not talk to each other very much, we do not have much time to talk to each other, but why do we have to use the phone when we are facing each other? In the midst of a technologically-advanced society like this, we can put all of that electronics down, and allow ourselves to stand still in the middle of the line of life. In the coffee shop that night, sitting next to us was another family member, who had an older brother, a young couple and a good nephew. He also chose the location of the balcony overlooking the city like us, perhaps to admire the most beautiful of the scene in front. Uncle put two hands on the table, crossed in front of chest, sitting overlooking the street in front, looks very peaceful, I feel like he was and enjoy a true coffee evening. I am lucky to find that moment: In the midst of a technologically advanced society like this, we can still put all of that electronic equipment down, allowing ourselves to stand in the middle of the line of life. a little. Stay on top of what to do to make the most of your life in the most meaningful way possible, to understand that the real world actually delivers far more spiritual value than the online virtual world. In the article, the author of it said that if we are too care about posting photos on social for check-in, we will gradually be dependent on the comments, thoughts of people. On the other side of the social network and then from it, worrying a lot of nonsense. To help you get the most out of your trip, do not use too many social networks instead, enjoy the outings, eat with the people who come with us. In case you travel alone, I believe in those times you are in need of quiet, you are wanting to be alone, you will know how to enjoy and create fun in each trip trip. It's only you alone. The two worlds will always exist, together, supporting each other as a shadow, inseparable. I wish you always be strong and alert to live both lives, because in reality we can not choose either, only to find a way to balance them. Do not blame virtual life on social networks too much but forget, lose the present simple, deep. Also do not relax, enjoy real life for so long forget the relationship, the work is given to you on it. Keep things balanced and balanced. Surely your life is never chaotic but colorful too. You just have to remember one thing: In the midst of a technologically modern society, do not let emotion - the only thing that exists most clearly in simple, simple life - fades away because of electrical appliances. the other. It is never too late for each of us to stop and enjoy life!
As I have reached to a teenager's life, I had many good life experiences. But, these experiences are just a play and I was just fun for a moment.My life became a little bit change when I started attending University. I faced a lot of experiences. My wonderful life experience is how I became change. I have never thought that my life would turn out that way because it looks like a movie. I will always remember this kind of experience. I like to compete and challenge with different kinds of people. Last year, I participated in i-Prepare Essay Writing Competition which was held by Asian Disaster Preparedness Center. The participants had to write research essay. My good life experience began at that time because all of the things I faced are biggest challenge and first time for me. I knew that I couldn't write that essay only by sitting at home. So, I went to different places where I could get enough information to prepare for my essay. Although I was tired and the time was hard, the experience was amazing. The goal of my essay is to gather the data and information which are very important to reduce the natural disasters in my country. As I am very interested in making research and communicating with different people, that moment was really fantastic. I visited to rural areas and asked the local people how they prepared for disasters. I made new friends and got a lot of knowledge in that area. Some of them showed me the ways how they reduced the natural disasters like flooding, storm and earthquake. Although it is not well-equipped, I thought it was useful. I took the photos and videos which would be useful for my essays. I would never forget that kind of moment preparing my essay. After all, I smoothed my essay about two weeks and I submitted. After few months later, they announced that I had won in i-Prepare Essay Competition as a 2nd runner-up. I saw that announcement on Facebook and I was very happy. Then, I got the invitation letter from a Chief Executive Director of Asian Disaster Preparedness Center. I was invited to Nay Pyi Taw which is the capital city of my country, Myanmar. That moment was good and unforgettable memory. They arranged all of my accommodation, transportation and meals. In the city, I did shopping and visiting around.After that, I achieved the certificate and my 2nd runner-up prize at the hotel's grand ballroom. At the ceremony, I talked with the Manager and Executive Director from ADPC and they offered me a chance to serve as an intern in that organization. I accepted that internship offer and started my career. That moment was short for me but it actually a long time. During my internship period, I also have many experiences. All the things I faced are very new for me. But, I became more confident and motivated at my office. I traveled to many places sent by my office.I learnt a lot and also my skills are much improved. Time was flying so fast at that time and all the experiences I had are unbelievable. I had many memories and good partners. After my internship period had finished, I continued making research about my country economic, disasters preparedness and reduction, parliament and politics. On the other hand, I also served as a volunteer in my university's department. I helped in making conferences between my department and other foreign departments. I followed my passion and dreams. The moment started from winning Essay competition, all are unforgettable. The things that I interest are computers and technology. I like playing video games especially action, adventure and sports. There was no much else to do after my internship. So, when I had a free time, I mostly play games. I also traveled a lot and my life was joyful. I continues my college and sometimes served as a volunteer. During serving as a volunteer, I met a lot of people from different countries. As I love making new friends, that was very good for me. I will always remember that kind of experience. From this experience, I have learnt what I need to do and what I have to do. I hope this experience make my life better. So, I think this experience is the most wonderful that I have ever had.
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