"Eu tenho uma vida muito cansativa. Todo dia EU tenho que caçar algum bicho voador que aparece nessa casa. Quanto mais calor, mais aparecem essas criaturas (e a humana finge que nem é com ela). O trabalho sujo fica para mim, óbvio. Depois de tanta performance, preciso descansar. Recompensa pelo meu trabalho? Nada. Vocês acham que ganho aqueles petiscos gordurosos deliciosos? Nadica. Um salmão grelhado? Puff... Balela. Me dão um sachê que não custa nem 2 reais. Pobreza. Tá difícil, gente. Um dia coloco meu plano de sair daqui em prática. Um dia. Hoje eu prefiro recarregar as energias mesmo". Manoel #storytelling
Paa had a weird habit of reminding us each day that this world ran on money. At that point, bhaiya's eyes would have that pale staleness which signified longing. One meal per day was enough for us.
You see, Paa had directed all his savings to bhaiya's school utilities. He wanted bhaiya to grow up and make something of himself, that something being a doctor. Like most parents. But we also needed it very badly, economically speaking.
But bhaiya never wanted to. He knew he had to. But never wanted to. He was obsessed with living his life. He wanted to sing. He had a stereo, which he would listen to every single day. He was beginning to get good, when one day, the stereo disappeared. And we all knew where it had gone.
Sometimes, I would wake up at night to hear bhaiya sniffling. The stress was squeezing the tears out of him. At such times, I would lay there, paralysed, not knowing whether to go and talk to him or to just leave him alone. The next day, bhaiya would go to school and I would go and play with the other boys.
The other boys bullied me. Put my head in gutter water and all that. Until, one day, bhaiya saw them pulling my hair and beat them black and blue. And red. That day, bhaiya, his eyes red with rage, knelt down, held me by the shoulders, looked me straight in the eye, and said, "Don't let anyone fuck with you. Ever." Dad worked at a factory. He had already lost three of his fingers, but he kept going, for the sake of the family. Somedays, he would come home, drunk. No, this is not another domestic violence cliché. But just as bad.
He would grab bhaiya by the arm, make him sit down by the books and learn. He would ask him questions he himself didn't understand and hit bhaiya everytime he would fumble. As the house would be filled by his screams and bhaiyas sobs, my mother would stroke my head in fear telling me it will be alright.
Bhaiya committed suicide on a tuesday morning, and his note just said, "Don't do this with Aarav." We held the funeral at the beach, and after the fake condolences were passed, we collected his ashes in a bottle and threw the bottle in the sea. I hugged dad's knees and hoped bhaiya would find a stereo in heaven.
A forma mais poderosa de influenciar alguém é através de #storytelling. Em vendas, compartilhar como você ajudou uma pessoa com desafios semelhantes é muito mais efetivo do que simplesmente dizer que você pode ajudar.
Empolgante ver a dedicação e evolução durante os #roleplays da turma de hoje do curso "Metodologia de Vendas do Vale do Silício".
It's difficult to get an answer from my mom when I directly ask her about her family. She needs to be emotionally triggered to tell me things. If I ask my dad about his family he'd tell me 'what do you need to know exactly?', whereas my mom would just be annoyed by all the questions, so I always need to be prepared because I never know when she'll drop some gems about her family. .
My great-aunt's funeral was definitely an emotional trigger because even when I didn't want to know, she'd make me stay with her to tell me who was who on a picture or to explain me about the way they mourn. That's exactly what she did with the video above. But she didn't tell me from the start what it was about. She used a childhood memory to explain it to me. She told me when she was a child my grandfather was suspected of embezzlement and had to spend some days in jail while the police investigated him. My great-aunt went to the police station where he was and started singing a song, she created on the spur of the moment, telling my grandfather's story and emphasizing on his honesty. Then she said to me this video was similar because they were singing about my great-aunt. She explained to me it wasn't unusual people used music and songs to celebrate or clear a family member from wrongful accusations. That was such a roundabout way to tell me about what was happening in that video but I learned more things than I thought I would!
The person I had run into was someone I had been hoping to meet--Police Comissioner Whipple. I had my suspicions that something was up with him because he seemed to be in cahoots with my mother and he hadn't publicly consoled me for Asher's death (an old SMSPD tradition). Despite this, he seemed like a very nice gentleman. "Hello, Miss Cypress. Might I have a moment of your time?" "Yes, of course," I answered, smiling. We walked over to a more private area and sat down. I don't know what I had been expecting, but it wasn't what I got. "Raven, you CAN'T investigate the death of Officer Goodwin! It isn't safe! All these suspicions flying around...it will do more harm than good!" He yelled, glaring at me coldly. As I stood up to defend myself, he stood up as well and got in my face, saying in a low and dangerous voice, "You better leave this alone or it may become a problem for you...and everyone you care about." "What do you mean? I don't have anyone. And I don't care about myself," I protested angrily. He smiled, a cool, superior smile, and said, "I'm sure they'll think of someone to hurt. This is a dangerous game you're playing, Miss Cypress." My blood was boiling and I didn't want to do anything stupid, so I said simply and angrily, "Leave." "Alright. But don't say I didn't warn you," he said walking away. I was done with the threats and the mysteries and with...everything. I sighed. "Let the games begin." -Raven
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It's a confusing combination of conflicting emotions.
Rage and disgust.
Disappointment then pity.
Somewhere along the way
he was hurt, betrayed.
He learned, or was never taught,
to not raise his voice or his hand,
that power is not established in sound,
that love is not felt in flesh.
To the men who yell
and pound their chest
to display to the world their worth,
I'm sorry you're empty.
You've been let down.
But we aren't your punching bags.
We aren't your practice fields
as you fumble your way to self-awareness, or corner offices or highest courts,
We can't make you whole,
you have to stop breaking us.
Empathy & Anger: A Reflection on the Conflicting Combination — get the story behind the poem, in bio!
The phrase “People Mountain People Sea” is often used to describe the dense population in Hong Kong – and the irony in its use now lies in that there is no more “mountain” nor “sea” left in the city.
Economic development is practically synonymous with urbanisation and, with the limited land space in Hong Kong, the city is fast coming up against the problem of overcrowding. Land reclamation has been increasingly seen as a solution to this. However, are the benefits of land reclamation worth the environmental impact they cause? If we know that Land reclamation would result in the “large displacement of the marine sediments and the development of mud-waves beneath the reclamation fill”. This would disrupt the ocean’s ecosystem, lead to soil liquefaction, and pollute the water. And destruction of nature as dangerous as climate change.
Hongkongers often boast about the city’s magnificent skyscraper-studded skyline that edges Victoria Harbour, but we’ve lost view of our “mountains” and “seas”. The explosive transformation of Hong Kong, from a rustic village to a cosmopolitan city, is an extraordinary story that’s worth celebrating, but we should not prioritise economic development over our environment.
Let us not blindly resort to land reclamation as the only solution for the city’s development. Instead, let us build a city that is economically sustainable – and let us build it with a sense of empathy for the life around us.
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