Empowerment

I am a very different person in different environments but what really defines me is my curiosity yet very impatiently passionate with my work. Mentally, I take on anxiety as a challenge. When you are anxious you tend to panic, to finish in a rush, or to be overly cautious; it is what puts me into a state of awareness, a type of energy that springs from anxiety.  

Of course, happiness is counted on this list. What makes you happiest is what you have gained through sweat and tears,  not what you have taken for granted. So by thinking of happiness as the process continues, I have built-up my determination and learned to savor the process. Therefore, many times I am happy that I am sad, many moments that I am happy that I am hurt; because I know I will be happy. 

My life is not for me to own, 

It’s a dedication that none have ownership, It starts from me but rooted from my love ones; my sacred aunts Sitha comes first with her love and devotion to see this sprout arise, then my dear mom and dad who no matters what supports me, my aunt Danny who is a second mother to me. They gave me life and I shall live it to its fullest. 

I believe they won’t care about my sexuality as long as I live my life to the fullest. What they concern about is that I will be laughed upon, that I will feel ashamed about in the future; thus wanting to prevent me from social pressure. ‘My family empowers me the most’.And that’s a phrase that will forever be embedded in my soul.

During one of the classes, I was introduced to a philosophy that drastically changed my life.  I found myself very energized by the aesthetic of continuous improvement ideology; Kaizen.  This ideology forces me into an ever-changing, open state of mind that every positive change on every little aspect of life will eventually create a better, but not perfect, self. Music is my last resort toward empowerment in life. The art itself is very diverse, there are many interpretations that can be used to empower life. Either sad settling classical music or positive beating hip-hop-modern music, they serve the purpose of setting down the ambiance and bringing all the juice of the moment.

You can be empowered by everything that YOU can take advantage of, what matters is how grateful you are.

Traces of Smoke

The murmur of drums cascading through the front door, gods griefing silently. The little green man who was awakened by such a sudden phenomenon, with a blissful smile he hugged himself warmth. The diamond suddenly paled when the emerald illuminated its rhombus. The mousy powder pureed with little sprinkles of lightning, frigid whisper, and serene dimming light but the cockerel has yet to rise. The little fellow and his kind sways in the soothing air, emitting the aura when the big old Reddie is not around; the morning air of serenity. 

Promptly, a trace of smoke blossomed out of the far away Neverland, the green little man started getting premonitions. His hand started to sweat, abruptly his heart started to beat, his breath quickened, his head feeling heavier and heavier like twenty rubber bands were coiled around his head each second. He then started yelling, screaming, and furiously whacking his body toward his friends, who had no idea what caused their friend to commit this outrageous act, anger is contagious. He was then beaten into a pulp; his beautiful big emerald hair that extended upward like blades pointing toward the sky was torn beyond recognition, his smooth and yellow babies were taken, his body fluid spilled sticky everywhere.

 ‘When smokes of negativity have trailed into my life, I know I can’t stop this anxiety attack from taking my life; if not my life, my future,’-the green little man. 

There is a story in every life but when the story ends, life doesn’t. Unfortunately, this story ended when life ended since we expected no hell for us to spring from.

Bloody Sundays| Comparison Of The Days That Stained The History

Bloody Sundays. What makes both bloody days so homicidal, a day with so much despair that causes mental wreckage so great to the extent of the title ‘Bloody’, different? Here we will find out the black, white and gray area of the day that had still remained a horror of the history.

Bloody Sunday in 1905, the earlier Sunday, was a declaration from the holy spirit to the great change of the monarchy. In the twenty-second of January, continuous massive waves of a powerless unjustified group consisted with the estimation of fifteen thousand people, led by the priest Georgy Gapon broke out in St. Petersburg, the former capital city of Russia. With discontent and fear from the defeated war, the Russo-Japanese war, finally broke out in front of the palace of Russia caused the chief of the imperial force, Grand Duke Vladimir, to command with unease and dismay, ordered the fire out the demonstrators from the palace. The death of 100 marchers has caused great consequences to the Tsar and his indecisive subordinates.

Bloody Sunday. A renowned day to the people of Northern Ireland was brought by the British troops. The 21 soldiers who fired their weapons in response to the raging protesters, all Northern Catholics, killing as much as 13 and leaving 17 wounded marchers. On the way to the city center, blockades were prepared for the thousands that had gathered for the rally organized by the Northern Ireland Civil Rights Association. With minds to change the newly introduced law by the government that gives authorities the power to imprison people without trial- internment.

All things considered, both Bloody Sunday was a massacre against people who fought for their rights and both massacres revolved around the ideology, intelligence, and ability as a leader of the country. The Bloody Sunday in Russia has more casualties which show that people are more determined for the change that people no longer fear death. On the other hand, you can also argue that Russia’s capitalism is also a big contribution to encourage the army to fires more, while as Bloody Sunday in Northern Ireland had fewer casualties because of the government at that time were having mercy. Nevertheless, both Bloody Sundays have caused the unjustified souls in the underworld to sigh in relief by the revolution caused by their death that had changed a whole country.

Perilera

Blue and black, 

Moaning and Screaming

Echoes of despair 

Bruises dribbling 

Crystal clear blood.

A petrified figure 

Hung from the arch 

Of the massive cathedral 

In the Mosque.

 

Cramped but 

Miraculously beautiful 

Angelic frame as a Melek,

Though he shall cleanse 

In the face of 

The holy magical existence

The absolute authority 

Allah.

 

Nonsense, ludicrous 

Are two words in his mind.

Soothing chants mumbles

Are orders that he was to obey.

A mandate to purge his strang lustful sins.

 

His voice.

It was soulful, dark and heavenly.

The otherworldly voice from hell is 

Promising to be forgiven and he will adore the holiness 

Forever. Forever.

While his heart, beating viciously about him imploring 

Purity, calling himself

Liar.

 

The liar was

Booed ‘Flower’ when he 

Was ten.

‘Sissy’ when he was twelve.

He was then teased ‘twink’ by the boys,

When he was thirteen.

And now fifteen 

He is being hung 

For others as a lesson. But

No one ever knows his name. 

 

Here is a poem 

Whom I fantasize his life

Whom endures his fate

Who loves himself for his differences.

His name is Perilera.


I was born into

A family of five.

Five soon-to-be 

Useful sons.

Before she left, she would say

Five promising eggs

Elegant pure heron’s egg.

 

The first big-headed brother

Is called Ahmed which means

Greatly praise 

To his intelligence.

 

The second strong-willed brother

Is called Imran.

Implies the prosperity of the nation’s leader.

 

The third bright brother

Is called Vedad 

for his outgoing and friendliness.

The fourth tenacious brother 

Is called Kenan 

For his possessive and defensive 

Personality.

 

As for me 

The fifth son,

I was named by my mom,

Perilera which was 

Meant to praise my petite body

As faeries. But

My dad was bickering for days 

About sin will take him from the skull, but

Nevertheless, 

That was still my mom’s yearning

In her last moment 

After giving birth.

How to find your dream in the midst of influence

How to stick with your dream in the midst influence

 

“What career do you want to pursue?” “How much do you make?” “Is it a career abroad?”

These questions are still rumbling through my head like those electric mosquito electrocution tools.

When I was 6 years old, “You have to be careful when you play, it can leave scars and marks. With your appearance and face, you can surely be a handsome model or a famous actor.”, said my father as he inspects my body to see if there is any wound that can potentially leave scars to his beloved and handsome to-be actor.

 

When I was 8 years old, I remember vaguely that my mom told me enthusiastically “You gotta be a skillful doctor, dear”, she was quite envied of the neighbor’s son, who was recently hired as a doctor abroad.

“My nephew will surely become a successful businessman.” said my uncle.

“Hey stop wasting your time, start to code. You can certainly be a programmer” said my brother as he was immersed in his video game.

 

While my relatives keep throwing career paths that can be turned into inspiration, whereas some other suggestions make the whole situation even create turbulence in my head; you might also have no inspiration at all. If are you are lost in this labyrinth and pondering about which path you will proceed, here is a pen that will enlighten thee, erase your past and rewrite your star.

 

Step 1: Find your passion

   Just like how it sounds, learn what do you love. Your star can always shine brightly as others but you just have to find the right galaxy. To find your passion, the following questions will be helpful :

       What do you find beautiful? But in some cases, what do you find fun?

       What kind of person are you? What fit you?

       Are you a free spirit? Or are you a person who prefers working with someone leading you?

 

Step 2: Explore

   Explore. Try to find other professions that you might like more. There is no wrong or right if you just take the opportunity to explore and find your fated passion. The reason explores after knowing what your initial passion, is the world is changing drastically every day. You as a teenager might just get hyped by the flow of your peers. So get to know what that career is and how it works.

Tips: Don’t take what restrain your interest into account.

 

Step 3: Decision

Make your career choice. To help you decide what your future would be, make interviews – ask elders, what makes them do that career? Do they meet their expectations?

Ask them to your satisfaction, but don’t let negativity affects what you love.

And pick an occupation that satisfies you most based on all information.

 

Step 4: Propose

   Fear no criticism. Tell your parents or friends what you love to do, while you are at it, convince them benefits and try elaborate more about your feeling toward your career choice. In any case, they are not convinced, pull out your research; show them evidence. If they still won’t support your ideas, you just have to work harder then those with their parents covering them. Never give up.  

       

 

Live to suffer

Life is towering

Scraping the sky.

When it reached its climax,

It blossoms and withers.

 

Life is a line

An art that continues with no eraser

Destiny is in your hand;

But the past leaves scars and marks.

 

Life is droplets of water

Weak and pure, but

Animated dribble can

Cut through rocks.

 

Life is a maze.

Terrifying blood crave wolf and

Greedy gold swallowing boar,

Are your neighbors.

 

Imploring In Anguish

With no mercy and empathy,

The labyrinth keeps the bird.

Chirping and tweeting,

Hoping to end this torment & upset.

Sorrow & grief within her delicate voice,

“May the bird set free”.

Inspired by the song “Bird set free” by Sia. 

Within Her Grief

 

Droplets of acid within tears.

Venomous viper are

Ready to strike in the dark and silent.

While expressing her language;

Jealous, envy, hate, of

Danger and hostility within her grief.

Inspire by Voltaire, “Tears are silent language of grief”. Golden Shovel form. 

I Am From – Round 3

I am from boat and net

from stinky prahok and fishy p’ork

I am from the beautiful black wood wall

wind waving through, smells like champa of the ancient angkor

I am from the green young banana tree ,

The gigantic bayan  

whose long messy hair I remember

as if they were from horror movies.

I’m from old smoking pipe and hundred year mysterious book

from my grandfather broken abacus and my grandma black wooden walking stick

I’m from education and religion and

from Chinese-Cambodian whose skin can blend with the night

I’m from righteous and respect  and “Tok tok pen’g bom ponk”

I’m from Buddhism and taoism

I’m from the port of the Chams and minced pork with p’ork

From my grandma lies to the “Samak Met”,

the blacket she gave me when she left  The hole that was drilled when I was young, the black-white film, the photos that covered in dusk and her smile in my head.

Plastic should be banned

Credit: Oceana

Plastic is what led to modern life and it is growing rapidly that could even outnumber humans on earth. Although plastic is useful, cheap, and accessible, we should not use plastic because it has harmful effects on the air, land, and sea humans depend on.

 

First, if plastic is burned they can cause air pollution which increases greenhouse gasses. Plastic is composed of carbon, hydrogen, oxygen, nitrogen, chlorine, and sulfur which are greenhouse gases that are burn from plastic. Green House gases are what keep our planet warm otherwise Earth would be like Mars. Although greenhouse gases are to balance our temperature, if there is too much it would destroy ozone that helps stabilized temperature and would greatly harm our atmosphere. According to National Geography, “Temperature has increased dramatically over time and ozone has deteriorating. The widespread concern about ozone deterioration that allows a large amount of Ultraviolet B rays which cause skin cancers, more importantly, Earth have two poles that are made from ice.  If temperature increase thus would melt which result in flood”. An estimate in India who face the most tragic flood has ever happened, calculation by the National Disaster Management Authority have evaluated at an average of 1600 people died due to flood each year.

 

Secondly, when plastic is buried they release chemicals that could greatly harm the soil which affects crop growth. Plastic has chemicals that when release to the body of water or buried, they could bring toxin and poison living things surround it. Moreover many animals and bird likes crows are being surrounded by plastics which is hard to find foods. Furthermore, plastic that ended in ocean cause marine life to greatly damaged. Laura Parker writer who specializes in covering climate change and marine environments in National Geographic writes, “The miracle material has made modern life possible. But more than 40 percent of it is used just once, and it’s choking our waterways.”  Sea Turtles are victims, their prey is jellyfish. Many plastic bags can be confused as jellyfish which turtles can’t digest and many have died from plastic. Researchers found out that the younger turtles are at higher risk of death, therefore, death chance of turtles has increased nearly 50%. In addition to plastic bag, microplastic has increased to about 51 trillion particles–500 times more than stars in our galaxy–in our sea. In 2015, Jenna Jambeck, a University of Georgia engineering professor, estimated that about 14 million tons of plastic just form coastal region. She and her colleagues said that most plastic isn’t thrown off ships but are from rivers and smaller water bodies.

Finally plastic could bring harm to human body. Carcinogenic, neurotoxic, and hormone-disruptive chemicals are the main ingredient found their way into our ecology through water, land and air pollution. When consume or inhaled they chemicals, as a result, it leads to fertility problems, cancer, male impotence, heart disease, and others condition.

To all readers who want our next generations to live peacefully and happily in a healthy environment, therefore we should abolish single-used plastic.