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Thank you so much. ♥ I truly appreciate all your lovely words.Awe thank you so much. ♥“If you really knew me, you know I like to mask how I truly feel most of the time until it’s too overwhelming. You know that I try to solve my own problems and try not to rely on others for my emotional problems. I had trouble opening up and trusting didn’t ever come that easy to me.
You know that I’m really selective when it comes to having close friends. I used to be this shy girl who wasn’t the biggest social butterfly. If you met me back in freshmen year, I probably would have never done this. But there were reasons why I had trouble opening up, meeting new people, and socializing.
If you really knew me, you would know that I struggle on a daily basis with what has happened to me over the 17 years of living. I come from a broken home. My parents lived in the same roof but what should of been a haven—a sanctuary—a home to me was nothing of that sort. I’ll save the detail and cut to the chase, I was a victim of child abuse. I couldn’t ever voiced that until all the violence has stopped.
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I just realized that this cuts off. But if you would just like to read the rest.
“I was always taught since I was born to respect my elders. So I always kept silent. I would listen to my parents—my dad. Despite how wrong everything was. I was scared and there were points I just wanted to end all of it. End all of this misery. I wanted people to know. Someone to stop it. But my mom again, still after all those years, felt like she needed him. Even when my sister and me believed we didn’t.
The last time I recollect of being hit was at the age of 14. And it’s still a vivid memory to me, something that doesn’t ever leave you. And for some of you, it’s probably near your age range—-I was hit by a bat.
And I always tried to find an escape going to school, always hoping for the best. But it wasn’t easy, carrying the weight of what happened at home, trying to leave it behind, and then having other people bring you down. As if the pain I was burdening wasn’t enough.
I remember being in 2nd grade and dealing with 5th graders who would pull their eyes and make racist remarks towards me. And if I cried about that, people would make fun of me for crying about it. Life for me…wasn’t easy.
And racist jokes still happen up to this joke, all the dirty looks, the way people treat me, or assume how I’m a certain asian ethnic. You want to know what change me? All the time I got to think when I spent locked away in a room.
I thought that if I could make it through this, I was going to be able to help others. All I was ever searching for was someone who could relate to me. And if I could provide the same comfort and security that I always seek—-how many lives would I save. I grew a heart out of an experience that discourage me..that broke me.
But somehow through all that tragedy, I found light within the comfort of my own mind. Now I am here, telling you that I have found my voice, and to let you know that if there is anyone who needs advice, comfort, or help after listening to this. You are more than welcome to speak to me. I will listen.
This has took a lot of me, from all these years, to finally open up this part of me to the public.”
I know I will cry when I present this during Challenge Day as the organizational leader who is scheduling and putting this together myself within my school. I didn’t want to get into more detailed things about myself, I still think there needs to hold a bit of myself that stays personal. Things that I share to people who get the chance to become closer to me.Aside from that, it’s difficult condensing 17 years of stuff within a time limit. But that’s a general gist of a few things. That’s a little insight about me. I just know that I couldn’t expect others to open up on this day, if I as a leader, didn’t do it myself. So here it is. Me, open, and vulnerable.
This is wonderful Nhi. You’re such a beautiful person. Gosh, I seriously teared up listening to this.
You are so strong, you put your fears aside to help tell people your story. Thank you :)
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This track here is not a song, nor a tune. It is a sound. A sound compiled by satanists in the early 12th century to open a door to hell to willingly give their souls to Lucifer. A sound used in 13th century Europe during Excorisms to open the gates of hell in order to send the demon within someone back to its origins. This track is a danger to play for when it opens the gates of hell, it allows demons to enter wherever you are. Play at your own risk!!! There are certain “safe” zone where this track will not play at all and these zones are usually holy places such as churches where demons would not dare to lurk.
Me: Ay yo girl, can I get them digits?
Friend: Alright. Hai tám một, chín ba một, không không không cho.
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Lifehacks: 10 Tips To Make Life Easier
- Pump up the volume by placing your iPhone & iPod in a bowl - the concave shape amplifies the music.
- Bake cupcakes directly in ice-cream cones, so much more fun and easier to eat.
- Freeze Aloe Vera in ice-cube trays for soothing sunburn relief.
- Stop cut apples browning in your child’s lunch box by securing with a rubber band.
- Turn your muffin pan upside down, bake cookie-dough over the top and you have cookie bowls for ice-cream.
- Store bed linen sets inside one of their own pillowcases mean no more hunting through piles for a match.
- Pack shoes inside shower caps to stop dirty soles rubbing on your clothes - you can find them for free in just about every hotel.
- Baby powder gets sand off your skin easily - add it to your beach bag for a quick clean up!
- Find tiny lost items like earrings by putting a stocking over the vacuum hose.
- Make an instant cupcake carrier by cutting crosses into a box lid.
Love these!
