關於 bored meaning ，我們在網路上蒐集到這些相關的討論、資訊與評價

Epi-TD-5 at Taipei 台北
520 我爱你 谢谢大家看我的生活分享
今天WiFi 比较稳定 可以看到电视了
谢谢慈济送来四个居家隔离的礼包
明天早操分享如何洗蔬菜水果
早上10点 Facebook: Florence 陈秀丽
好想晒太阳和踩草地 这里晒不到太阳 不是面东
我现在是一只没有水的螃蟹 没有泥土的草
好想跳进刁曼岛的水里去潜水 晒饱饱太阳
早餐：拿铁咖啡 面包没人吃
午餐：女儿吃泡面 我吃排骨卤蛋（隔夜）
晚餐：台湾小炒（蛤蜊、咸酥虾、咸蛋苦瓜、海鲜炒面、炒豆干鱿鱼，我炒了包菜、豆，后来不饱加蒸三个粽子）

Today 20 May meaning I love you in Chinese number reading 520 Wo Ai Ni
Stay at home still very bored at least WiFi and TV is fixed! Happy
Breakfast: Latte
Lunch: kids eat instant noodle, I eat pork ribs and egg
Dinner: Taiwan Fry

#covid19# #florencecook# #秀丽美食# #covid19diary# #stayathome# #dudukrumah#
22-27度 #台湾# #florenceworkout# #20May#
每天都在祈求肺炎病毒赶快停止
信念和行动可以战胜一切 @ Taipei, Taiwan

Seorang Suami Menemui Sebuah Diari Arwah Isterinya Dan Hampir Pitam Selepas Membaca Kandungan Diari Tersebut Kerana Rupanya Arwah Isterinya Itu Sudah Banyak Kali...
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Apa yang nak aku tuliskan ini, jadikan lah sebagai pengajaran buat semua lelaki di luar sana yang bergelar suami. Kisah ini mungkin menyayat hati bagi yang masih ada ‘hati’.

Hari ni genap 67 hari arwah isteri aku meninggl. Dan selama 67 hari ini juga aku tak henti henti menangis di atas pemergian isteri yang paling aku sayang. Bukan aku tak redha, cuma aku rasa seperti tak lepas.

Seperti ada sesuatu yg belum selesai antara kami. Dan malam ini, aku terjaga bukan kerana tangisan baby yg minta disusukan, tapi kerana seakan terdengar dengar tangisan arwah. Allahu..aku tak kuat.

Aku dah berkahwin selama lebih kurg 3 tahun setengah dengan isteri. Kami kahwin muda. Seawal usia aku 20, dan isteri 19. Di awal perkahwinan, semuanya indah belaka. Aku sgt mencintai isteri sehingga langsung tak boleh berjauhan dengan nya.

Sampai kadang kadang bila kena oustation, aku menangis rindukan dia pada waktu malam (aku bekerja di company milik family, dan dia belajar di ipts dekat dgn rumah) . Pergi ke mana saja, aku akan bawa dia bersama. Hatta keluar isi minyak atau beli top up pun dia akan merengek nak ikut. Isteri aku mmg manja org nya dan type of overly attached wife. Tapi aku tak rimas, malah aku suka.

Kami memang sangat rapat. Tambahan pula kami bercinta lepas nikah. We explore everything together. Bila dia cuti sem, aku akan bawa dia berjalan mana dia nak pergi. Isteri aku cantik orgnya. Bukan aku puji sebab dia isteri aku, tetapi sebab semua orang pun cakap perkara sama.

Bila keluar, kalau isteri aku melaram mesti ada je mata yang duk pandang pandang. Memang aku sakit hati, tapi aku pujuk diri dengan cakap takpelah, dia milik aku skrg. Lagipun aku tahu isteri aku mmg jenis sangat tidak melayan.

Bercakap dengan lelaki pun kurang. Dulu masa nak pikat hati dia pun ambil masa berbulan baru dapat kenal. Dia seorang yang sopan, dan menutup aurat dengan sempurna.

Dari awal kahwin, sehingga hampir setahun, aku rasa sangat senang dengan arwah. Kalau boleh, aku nak ada dekat dengan dia je 24jam. Bila ada kerja luar, aku akan settlekan cepat dan berkejar nak balik rumah.

Namun bila masa berlalu, tanpa aku sedar aku makin banyak berubah. Tanpa aku sedar, arwah makan hati dalam diam. Aku makin jauh dengan dia. Aku sibuk dengan kerja luar, sehingga aku rasa seronok berada di luar berbanding di rumah bersama isteri. Kadang kadang, aku cari je apa yang boleh aku settlekan di luar rumah sebab aku bosan stay dekat rumah.

Sepanjang perkahwinan, mmg aku langsung tak pernah keluar kalau bukan bersama arwah. Apa lagi nak lepak malam malam dengan kawan lama. Sampai laa suatu masa aku join macam macam club kereta dan motor.

Makin banyak alasan aku nak jumpa kawan itu dan kawan ini. Mula mula arwah diam , lama lama dia mula merungut yang dia bosan di rumah kesorangan. Tapi aku tak peduli pun. Kadang kadang dia menangis sebab kecil hati dengan aku. Tapi setiap kali dia menangis bila bergaduh atau berkecil hati, aku tak pernah pedulikan dia. Sedar sedar dia dah tertidur dengan air mata kat pipi.

Ye, aku tahu aku suami yg jahat. Aku biasakan dia dengan layanan seperti seorang puteri, kemudian aku ragut semuanya . Dari seorang suami yang cukup lembut, aku berubah menjadi seperti seekor singa bila bergaduh.

Aku akan ignore dia. Aku akan cakap kasar kasar dengan dia. Tangan aku mula pandai sentuh badan dia (itu kalau dia yg mulakan dulu). Sampai kadang kadang aku rasa mcm jodoh aku dengan dia dah takde.

Kami kerap bertengkar. Dan kebanyakannya berpunca dari sikap dia yang terlalu kuat cemburu. Tapi itu dulu, masa dia hidup. Bila dia dah pergi, baru aku sedar. Dia bukannya cemburu buta tetapi dia mahu aku jadi suami yg soleh. Dia mahukan yg terbaik untuk dunia dan akhirat aku. Allah, berdosanya aku.

Aku mengaku, aku memang susah nak jaga mata. Bila keluar berdua, dan ada perempuan cantik yg melintas depan kami mesti mata aku akan terpesona tgk kecantikan perempuan tu. Padahal isteri aku ada kat sebelah. Dan isteri aku pun sangat cantik.

Tapi aku tak pernah sedar semua tu. Bagi aku biasa lah tu lelaki mmg suka tgk perempuan cantik. Aku tak tahu yang isteri aku sedih dengan sikap aku tu. Arwah selalu tegur. Tapi aku buat tak tahu je. Sampai satu masa arwah dah tak tegur lagi, mungkin dia dah penat dengan perkara sama. Aku memang tak tahu bersyukur. Aku tak pernah rasa cukup dgn apa yg aku adaa. Sedangkan arwah dah cukup segalanya

To be honest, aku juga sukar jaga mata dari pandang perkara haram. Kadang kadang aku terlajak layan video prno. Tapi arwah tak pernah tahu. Sampai la satu hari masa dia mengandung 3 bulan, aku kantoi. Masa tu dia sedih sgt, sampai dapat migrain dan kena admit ward sebab pre eclampsia .

Aku risau sgt pasal baby masa tu. Dan it was the last time aku tgk mende keji tu. Aku dah bersumpah pada diri sendiri yg aku takkan tonton lagi umpan syaitan tu. Aku tak tahu kenapa, isteri aku halal untuk aku datangi bila bila masa tetapi pelacur di website itu juga yg aku nak tengok. Sedangkan t
Sedangkan tbuh isteri lebih cantik dari semua tu. Aku hina. Aku memang pendosa

Mulai hari tu, aku tengok isteri rajin bangun solat malam. Aku tahu, dia mengadu kepada Allah perihal aku. Aku tahu, dia bangun untuk doakan kebaikan bagi aku. Itupun semua aku tahu lepas dia dah pergi. Lepas dia dah meninggl. Lepas dah terlewat semua nya.

Seminggu lepas dia meninggl, aku kemas luggage pakaian dia. Dan aku terjumpa satu buku tebal. Aku ingatkan buku nota study dia. Rupanya dalam tu penuh catatan diari dia dari mula kahwin dengan aku sampai la hari terakhir sebelum di admit ward untuk give birth.

Aku baca semua. Air mata aku tumpas. Akurasa masa tu aku nak pergi gali semulaa kubur arwah aku nak peluk dia, aku nak cium dia, aku nak minta maaf aku nak minta ampun. Aku banyak dosa dengan dia.

“Abang, kenapa abg tengok semua tu. Sayang kan ada kalau abg berhajat? Mungkin sayang tak mengiurkan macam pelakon pelakon dlm video lcah tu. Syg minta maaf kalau syg tak pandai layan abg, sampai abg cari kepuasan melalui cara tu.

Ya allah, kau berilah hidayah pada suami aku. Abang, semoga Allah pelihara abang dari pandangan haram ye. Moga hati dan iman abg kuat ye. Takpe, syg tolong doakan abang setiap malam dan di setiap sujud syg. ”

” Cemburunya tengok abg duk pandang pandang perempuan tu tadi. Mmg la cantik. Tapi syg dah usaha habis baik nk bagi cantik jugakk bila keluar dgn abg

Sehelai demi sehelai lembaran tu aku belek. Dari sekecil kecil hingga ke sebesar besar hal dia ceritakan semua dalam buku tu. Baru skrg aku sedar , aku kurang beri perhatian pada dia selama ni. Dan ada satu luahan dalam buku tu ingatkan aku pada satu detik masa awal kehamilan arwah.

“Abang abang! Rasaa ni baby gerakk la! Aku emmm emm je. Mata asyik duk hadap hp. Bosan dgr dia merengek, aku alih tangan letak atas perut dia. Tapi mata masih lekat di skrin telefon. Dan segala kesedihan tu dia luahkan dalam buku tu. Memang aku dengar dia menangis malam tu tapi aku tak peduli pun. Mmg aku tak pernah nak pujuk kalau dia menangis. Apatah lagi nak tanya kenapa. Allahu.. kejam nya aku. Aku tak pernah peduli apa dia rasa.

Banyak yg aku baca dalam diari arwah. Patut laa dia dapat pre eclampsia (high blood prssure during pregnancy) . Padahal umur baru setahun jagung dan ini first baby. Rupanya banyak yg dia stress dan fikir pasal aku. Selama ni tanpa aku sedar, dia byk hide semua post di fb yg nengandungi unsur tak baik atau gmbr perempuan seksi. Betapa dia nak jaga dan nak bantu aku jadi baik.

Jahatnya aku. Memang aku tak pernah ada perempuan lain. Tapi aku seksa perasaan dan emosi dia. Dari apa yg aku baca, dia seolah menjadi sgt paranoid, memikirkan apa yg aku lihat di hp berkait dengan perempuan sksi, perempuan lain, atau tidak. Aku tak salahkan dia. Ini semua salah aku. Aku tak pernah fikir perasaan dia. Aku anggap semua remeh, semua kecil. Sedangkan dia menanggung derita yg besar.

Aku ingat lagi beberapa hari sebelum dia admit ward utk bersalin. Sewaktu dia nak turun beli makanan, dia sempat bergurau. Abang, rindu laa nak dengar abang ckp “awak jalan elok2 tau. Kalau ada org kacau, jerit nama abg kuat2”. Mmg dulu aku sangat lembut dan romantik dgn dia. Tapi aku xtahu mana semua tu pergi. Bukan arwah tak pernah cakap yg dia rindu aku yang dulu. Tapi aku tak pernah peduli.

Sekarang, semua dah takde. Yang tinggal hanya kenangan. Kenangan yang tak boleh mengembalikan apa apa. Dan arwah tinggalkan aku bersama zuriat kami. Nur amsya imani. Wajah iras sangat dengan arwah. Setiap kali aku pandang wajah anak syurga ini, setiap kali tu wajah arwah terbayang di mata. Allah..macam mana aku nak lalui hari hari mendatang.

Sungguh, aku sunyi. Dan sekarang baru aku faham erti sunyi yg isteri aku cakapkan selama ni bila stay dekat rumah sorang diri. Patut laa selama ni dia tak pernah tidur, dan tunggu aku balik walaupun tengah malam. Rupanya dia tak dapat tidur bila aku takde kat sblh

Aku dah hilang segalanya. Aku dah hilang isteri solehah yg sentiasa doakan kebaikan aku. aku dah hilang isteri yg selama ni jadi penguat aku. Abang rinduu nak naik motor dengan awak, sayang.. mcm awal kahwin dulu.

Pukul 1 pagi awak ajak round taman. Abang rinduu nak gurau dengan awak. Balik laa sayangg.. abg janji abg tak keluar dengan kawan dah. Abang janji abang tak hadap hp 24jam dah. Abang janji abg xpandang perempuan lain dah. Abang janji :(.

Menangis lah air mata darah pun. Arwah takkan kembali. Aku takde apa nak pesan banyak banyak. Tapi ambil laa kisah aku sebagai pengajaran. Tolong laa ambil sebagai pengajaran. Jangan sampai semua terlambat, baru kau nak menyesal. Aku menyesal. Menyesal. Menyesal.
A husband found a diary of his late wife and almost swoon after reading his diary content because apparently his late wife has many times...
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What I want to write about, make it a lesson for all the men out there who are called husbands. This story may be heartbreaking for those who still have 'heart'.

Today is only 67 days my late wife left. And for the past 67 days I haven't stopped crying over the passing of the wife that I love most. It's not that I don't accept it, it's just that I

It seems like there is something unfinished between us. And tonight, I'm awake not because of the baby's cry that asked to be breastfeed, but because it's like hearing the cry of the late Allahu.. I'm not strong.

I've been married for more than 3 years and a half to my wife. We married young. As early as I was 20, and wife 19. At the beginning of marriage, everything was beautiful. I love my wife so much that she can't be far from her.

Until sometimes when I get oustation, I cry missing him at night (I work in the family's company, and he's studying in IPTS near home). Go anywhere, I'll take her along. Hatta comes out of oil or even buy top up he will cry to follow. My wife is really spoiled by her person and type of overly attached wife. But I'm not crazy, but I like it.

We are very close. Plus we love after marriage. We explore everything together. When he's a semester holiday, I'll take him to walk where he wants to go. My wife is beautiful. I don't praise because she's my wife, but because everyone says the same.

When it comes out, if my wife dresses up there must be eyes that are looking at. I'm really hurt, but I persuade myself by saying it's okay, he's mine now. After all, I know that my wife is very kind of not entertaining.

Talking to a man is also lacking. In the past, when he was about to catch his heart, he took months to get to know him. He's a polite person, and cover his body perfectly.

From the beginning of marriage, until almost a year, I feel so happy with the late. If possible, I would like to be close to him for 24 hours. When there's an outdoor job, I'll settle fast and chase to go home.

But when time passes by, without me realizing I change more. Without me realizing, the spirit eats the heart in silence. I'm getting far away from him. I'm busy with outdoor work, until I feel good to be out there rather than home with my wife. Sometimes, I'm just looking for something that I can settle outside the house because I'm bored staying at home.

Throughout the marriage, I will never go out if not with the deceased. What else to hang out at night with old friends. Until one time I joined like a car and motor club.

More excuses for me to meet that friend and friend. At first the late was quiet, long time ago he started complaining that he was bored at home alone. But I don't care. Sometimes she cries because she's small with me. But everytime she cries when she fights or gets discouraged, I never cared about her. Realized that he fell asleep with tears on the cheek.

Yes, I know I'm a bad husband. I used to do her with service like a princess, then I snatched all of them. From a gentle husband, I turned into a lion when fighting.

I will ignore him. I'd be rude to him. My hands are starting to touch his body (that's if he started it first). Until sometimes I feel like my partner with him is gone.

We fight a lot. And most of them are caused by his attitude that is too jealous. But that was the time he lived. When he's gone, then I'll realize. He's not jealous but he wants me to be a good husband. He wants the best for my world and my afterlife. Allah, I am sinning.

I confess, I am hard to keep my eyes open. When both of you come out, and there's a beautiful woman who passes in front of us, my eyes will be amazed by the beauty of the Even though my wife is beside me. And my wife is very beautiful too.

But I never realized all that. For me it's normal that men like to look at beautiful women. I didn't know that my wife was saddened by my attitude. The late always greets. But I just don't know. Until one time the deceased hasn't told me anymore, maybe he's tired of the same thing. I don't know how to be grateful. I have never felt enough with what I have. While the deceased is enough

To be honest, I'm also hard to keep my eyes from looking at illegal things. Sometimes I watch the video too much. But the spirit never knew. Until one day when she was pregnant for 3 months, I was caught. At that time he was so sad, until he got migraine and got admitted to the ward because of pre eclampsia.

I was so worried about the baby at that time. And it was the last time I saw that cruel thing. I swear to myself that I won't watch the devil's bait anymore. I don't know why, my wife is halal for me to come to me anytime but the prostitute on the website is also what I want to see. Whereas t
While the wife is prettier than all that. I am despicable. I am indeed a sinner

From the other day, I saw the wife awake at night prayer. I know, he complains to Allah about me. I know, he woke up to pray for me for the goodness. That's all I knew after he was gone. After he left. After all it's too late.

A week ago she left, I cleaned her clothes luggage. And I found a thick book. I thought it was his study notebook. Apparently the diary is full of notes from starting to marry me until the last day before admitted to the ward to give birth.

I read all. My tears are broken. I feel that time I want to dig back the grave of my late I want to hug him, I want to kiss him, I want to apologize. I have sinned with him.

′′ Brother, why do you look at all that. Love is there if you wish? Maybe it's a pity that you don't like the actress in the video of the crazy video I'm sorry if I don't know how to treat me, until I find satisfaction through that way.

Ya Allah, please give guidance to my husband. Brother, may Allah protect you from illegal opinion. May my heart and faith be strong okay. It's okay, dear, please pray for me every night and every kneel dear. ′′ ′′

′′ It's jealous looking at brother looking at that woman just now. It's really beautiful. But unfortunately I've tried it and it's better to make it beautiful when I'm out with

One piece by one piece I turn into the sheet. From as small to small as big as he says everything in the book. Now I'm aware, I haven't paid attention to him all this time. And there's one expression in the book that reminds me of the early moment of the late pregnancy.

′′ Brother brother! I think this is a baby! Me emmm emm je. Eyes keep on facing hp. Tired of hearing him whining, I put my hand on his stomach. But the eyes are still stuck on the phone screen. And all the sadness he expressed in the book. I heard him crying that night but I don't care. I never wanted to persuade him if he cried. What else to ask why. Allahu.. I'm so cruel. I never cared what she felt.

I read a lot in the late diary. No wonder he got pre eclampsia (high blood pressure during pregnancy). Even though it's only a year of corn and this is the first baby. Apparently he's stressed out and thought about me. All this while without me realizing it, he hid all the posts on Facebook that contain bad elements or sexy women's pictures. How much he wants to take care of and help me be good.

I am evil. I never had another woman. But I torture her feelings and emotions. From what I read, she seems to be very paranoid, thinking of what I saw on her phone related to women, other women, or not. I don't blame her. This is all my fault. I never thought about her feelings. I take everything trivial, all small. While he suffered a big suffering.

I still remember a few days before he admitted to the ward to give birth. When he wanted to go down to buy food, he had time to joke around. Brother, I miss listening to my brother say ′′ you walk well. If someone disturbs me, shout out my name loudly ". I was so soft and romantic with him. But I don't know where all that went. It's not the spirit that he misses the old me. But I never cared.

Now, everything is gone. All that is left is memories. Memories that can't bring back anything. And the spirit left me with our children. Nur Amsya Imani. The face is very similar to the spirit. Every time I look at the face of this heavenly child, every time the face of the deceased is imagined in the eyes Allah.. how am I going through the coming days.

Really, I'm quiet. And now I only understand the meaning of silence that my wife has been talking about all this while staying at home alone. No wonder he hasn't slept yet, and wait for me to come back even though it's midnight. Apparently he can't sleep when I'm not beside me

I lost everything. I have lost my solehah wife who always pray for my goodness. I've lost my wife who has been my booster all this time. I miss riding a motorbike with you, dear.. like I got married early.

At 1 am you invite me to round the park. I miss joking with you. Come back dear.. I promise I won't be with my friends anymore. I promise I won't face my phone for 24 hours. I promise that I don't look at other women anymore. I promise :(.

Crying tears of blood. The spirit will never return. I don't want to order a lot. But take my story as a teaching. Please take it as a teaching. Don't let it be late, then you regret it. I'm sorry. I am sorry. I am sorry.Translated

For many people, the idea of “financial freedom” is having enough money that you don’t have to work.⁣
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Having enough money to pursue your passions.⁣
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And having enough money to do whatever you want, wherever you want, whenever you want.⁣
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It sounds pretty good, doesn’t it...⁣
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But does it really exist?⁣
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Back when I was running my one-man advertising agency, I met this ‘webmaster’ guy who told me to get a website.⁣
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A little surprised, I asked him.⁣
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“Okay, why do I need a website?”⁣
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“No no Dan, you don’t get it, you need a website.”⁣
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“But what am I going to do with a website? I’m busy enough as it is. I don’t need more clients.”⁣
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“Well, you don’t have to use it for clients. You could sell something on the website.”⁣
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“Like what?”⁣
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“I don’t know, put some stuff together. Sell a book or something.”⁣
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So I said “Okay fine”. And then a little later, I put together my very first book, Forbidden Psychological Tactics, and I started selling it online...⁣
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To my surprise, I started getting orders.⁣
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In just 30 days of selling stuff online - I made a couple grand.⁣
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And I was like “Oh my god. This is awesome.”⁣
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So I made another product.⁣
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And then another one.⁣
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And the money just kept coming in...⁣
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You wouldn’t believe me if I told you how much…⁣
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It was a ridiculous amount.⁣
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You can call it luck, good timing or whatever else you want. It was working.⁣
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And I was happy.⁣
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I was so happy with how things were turning out - I set the goal to retire by the age of 30.⁣
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And then did it. I retired.⁣
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Became a millionaire. Had this massive amount of passive income coming in every month.⁣
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And I thought to myself. “Okay. That’s it. I’m done.”⁣
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“Not going to work another day in my life.”⁣
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Now. This is where I’m supposed to say “The End” or something like that.⁣
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But what happened next, might actually shock you...⁣
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After not working for two months - and just doing whatever the hell I wanted - I was bored out of my mind.⁣
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I thought to myself. “Is this it?”⁣
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“Is this all that there it?”⁣
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It got to the point where I was so depressed, I didn’t know what to do with myself anymore…⁣
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So I called up my mentor.⁣
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“I don’t understand, I thought I would be happy when I became a millionaire. I thought this was what I always wanted.”⁣
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And he just laughed.⁣
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And after talking with him for a while, I realized something.⁣
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The Truth About Financial Freedom⁣
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Most people say they want to get to a point where they’re so financially free they never have to work again.⁣
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They say they want to retire and just sit on the beach or travel or go on vacation.⁣
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But what I’ve learnt is this.⁣
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Most people don’t want to retire...⁣
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They just want to do things retired people do.⁣
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For example:⁣
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- They want the freedom to do whatever they want with their time. ⁣
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- And they want the freedom to buy whatever they want with their money...⁣
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But most people don’t want to sit around and do nothing all day.⁣
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And that’s why I was unhappy. I wasn’t doing anything of meaning.⁣
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So from then on, I decided I would still retire but I would retire - INTO my businesses and companies.⁣
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I would work with people I want to work with. And I would create things I want to create.⁣
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Maybe you’re looking for a way out of what you currently do.⁣
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Maybe you had a taste of vacation at the end of last year and you just wish it would go on and on.⁣
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Or maybe you didn’t even have a vacation, and you see everyone else and you wish you could do the same.⁣
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But I can guarantee you, what you actually want, isn’t to sit around on vacation - it’s to do work that you’re passionate about.⁣
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It’s to create something meaningful in the world.⁣
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So don’t aim for financial freedom. Where you don’t have to work anymore...⁣
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Aim for financial competence. Where you still work, but you get to call the shots.⁣
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You get to choose who you work with. You get to choose how much you pull in every month.⁣
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【曲名 : メンヘラって神じゃね？】
↓音楽アプリで鬼リピしてね♡↓
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Music/Lyrics/Track/Mix/Mastered : たかやん (Takayan)
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Illust : mano
Twitter : https://twitter.com/mano__aaa

【Lyrics】
ヘラる 生まれたくも無いのに生まれて 裏切られまくって
ヘラる おともだち欲しいから目元だけ写して自撮って

切る 自分に厳しい メンヘラは神
だけどそれ以上傷つけないで
生まれただけで素晴らしいんだって
理不尽な奴らには中指立てる

ヘラる 脳にしがみ付く元カレ
ヘラる つまらないのに愛想笑い
ヘラる 生きる意味が分からない
ぱおんだよ！ダルすぎてずっと自粛！

エナドリ 薬 OD スト缶でハイになって永遠に無理して体壊す
大丈夫だよ、かあちい目指すだけでかあちい
誰もが憧れる 「あのギャル」

皆、同じような目 だが天国
かまちょでも加減分かるなら良いよ
リスカは鍵垢でして欲しいよ
まぁどう生きようが君のふりーすたいる！
イラついたら君のサンドバックになりてぇな
常識無い害悪の退治 お疲れ様
一人じゃない！ 音り乗って 憂鬱さえも教えてな
「好き」を追う君は一番輝いてる！

元彼なんて後悔させようぜ。
愛想笑いでいいよ つまんないもんね
おっけい 生きる意味 誰も分かんねえ
都合良いだけの人じゃなくていいから
自分責めるくらいなら その原因に疑問を持って
また憂鬱が始まるよ 自分許して自由に歩こう

切る 自分に厳しい メンヘラは神
だけどそれ以上泣きすぎないで
生まれただけで素晴らしいんだって
嫌いな奴らには中指立てる

切る 自分に厳しい メンヘラは神
だけどそれ以上泣きすぎないで
生まれただけで素晴らしいんだって
嫌いな奴らには中指立てる

ほら、まだ生きれてる。
結局、自分の道進んでるから
さあ ごーいんおん いざぴえん
まだまだ ごーいんおん いざぴえん
足りない ごーいんおん いざぴえん
自分に勝つその日まで。


【English Lyrics】
("Menhera" mean is "ill girls" Japanese people called this.)

Ill, was born but not in your own purpose. Betrayed, always.
Ill, want to make friends and take selfies, only for half of the face.

Wrist cut, harsh to yourself, ill girls are god.
But please don't hurt yourself anymore.
"It's amazing to be born by".
Show your middle finger to those nonsense guy.

Ill, ex-boyfriend which clings in your brain.
Ill, bored but still give a fake smile.
Ill, don't even understand the meaning of living.
OMG, too dull that don't want to go out anymore.

Energy drink, drugs, overdose, alchahol, high as f*cked. Repeating forever, breaks the body.
Its fine, just want to be cute.
Become 'the girl' that everyone admires.

Everyone looks the same, but I like it.
Want to be loved, but not too much.
Want to upload wrist cuts to private accounts.
You have your freedom to decide how you live!
Wants to be your sandbag when you're irritated.
Kill harm who have no common sense, good job.
Not alone! Follow the rhythm and tell me about your depression.
Shines while you chase for your love!

Let's make your ex regret.
Give your fake smile, cuz live is boring.
OK, no one know about the meaning of living.
Don't have to be a yes-man.
Blame the cause rather than blame yourself.
Depression repeats, forgive yourself and live freely.

Wrist cut, harsh to yourself, ill girls are god.
But please don't cry too much.
"It's amazing to be born by".
Show your middle finger to those you hate.

Wrist cut, harsh to yourself, ill girls are god.
But please don't cry too much.
"It's amazing to be born by".
Show your middle finger to those you hate.

See? You're still alive.
After all, you are living with your own way.
Keep on, sob sob.
Still goes on, sob sob.
Not enough, sob sob.
Until the day you beat yourself.

Me and Shawn Lee just being random while waiting for WongFu4Lyfe to begin at Taylor's Lakeside Campus. I decided to just shoot something that has no meaning whatsoever, and he was just bored....

All in the name of doing NOTHING. Hope you enjoy the video.
It'll be the BEST way to spend 8 mins of your time laughing with US!

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