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I don't have a lot of photos with my mom. This photo was taken two months ago. On the day that I felt like I had smooth skin because I went to take a show. He made up and put powder to sit down next to my mom. So mom poke me - let's take a No matter how much you don't like to be photographed and I may be addicted to that habit. So our house is a few pictures, but that doesn't mean the memories are less as many photos.
Every day, mother, when I sit and see the photos of mother of friends and sisters. I always feel why other people's mother is so young. My mother used to be young. But after many times of disease comes to say hi to many times and many diseases, mother is like being hit. Sucking my life energy but mother's eyes are always bright when listening to me tell you about this story.
Yes, I am a little jealous of my friends. In the corner that they and mom may have a long time left in this world. This is not the cuddle auspicious story when I tell new technology to dad and mom. I told you that in ten years - twenty years, the world will change like this. Dad and mom will say that time, dad will be in another star.
We are old enough to accept and know the fact that humans have limited time. Love and relationships are limited.
Even I don't think that's a concern between us. As long as breakfast, we still drink coffee, crackers, and talk to each other.
We can't stop flowers from wither, but when we spend time with flowers, the age of flowers looks longer -- yes, quality time
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I need to ask mom to talk more often because my mom asked me to talk less. Your age has arrived at the age where the brain is getting tired. Some doctors may call it dementia. The way is to encourage your brain to work. Review memories both old and new. Put new stories for your brain to think, analyze, digest.
Sometimes I accidentally think that I want my mom to give birth to me when she was younger, but I think it's good because I like how my mother raised me at the age. If you were younger, I was raising me, I might be a boy. Another personality can be.
There are many details of mom's change that all of us in the house need to learn, adapt and understand. But I won't tell you about this in public. You will be shy
Compared to mothers at a younger age, we may see that these things are ' not normal ' but I think it is normal for a human being who brings his body, brain and heart to near eighty years old. It's normal -- that people around you must be. Adapt, not take him earlier as 'normal' and want him to be like that. No change.
Mom walks slower, think slower, talk less. The jealous thing is that mom sleeps more often. Sleep most often in the house. If there is an Olympic Match, you should get a medal because even if she is lifting a cup of coffee cup of coffee, mom can sleep.
I often tease my mom by snap my fingers or call mom's name and say " are you sleeping like a teacher calls a student behind the room. Mother will cringe and make a shy face - no, just close my eyes for a second.
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When everyone adjusts open arms to receive ' new mother ' at this age, we all found our own ' new identity ' as well. Dad became a calmer. My sister became a caretaker of everything. I became the one. Keep stimulating my mother's brain and body. I touch my mother's body more. Squeeze massage the confusing hands to relax. Hug Mom every morning and every morning before leaving home and never abandon what we have done regularly since we were young is kiss each other. Every time before disband to do each person's duty, morning and night, I know that this is how to refuel mom back to have a full tank of oil again. and no matter how old you are, your cheeks are soft, never change.
Now mother is like a tree that everyone in the house cherish. The more fragile the more fragile the heart of the house is slowly getting softer and softer.
Like Mom teaching us the last lesson by new way, not teaching with words like you did, but teaching by using mother as a teaching media.
This lesson, mother teaches us to have a gentle heart, reduce self centered on judging others. Have an open mind, understand, take care of self-love and in others the best.
Mom taught me that humans are fragile and need a gentle touch, not only to touch the body if it includes touching the heart.
Yes, mom makes our hearts more soft through the changes in this age of my own age.
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Yesterday our family went to lunch together like every day. Mom like we do often. But before mom took me and my sister to eat. Now my sister and my sister took mom to eat.
While driving home, my mom told me, " it rains often. Don't drive fast this is what mom reminds me about when I sit on the car until one day mom didn't get in the car and it rains. I might hear it. Mother's voice floats in the head
There are many things that mother taught me who to go to pick up something on his hand. or if you work with someone, don't think about anything fussy. Don't think about him. Think about what you can give him and more. Mom said the same sentence between us drinking coffee for over twenty years. If Milo Ovaltine in childhood, it's over thirty years. These things always come up in some times.
Yesterday my mom told me that mom saw Emma coming to " Emma's house. It's mom. I asked her how is Emma. She said she looks fine. I asked. Did you talk about anything? Mom said she didn't talk about anything but I'm glad that Emma is fine.
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Yesterday, when I walked out of the restaurant while I was leash my mom, I suddenly lost it. I was shocked. I tried to grab my mom's arm. Luckily it didn't hit anything serious. We all held mom up. Mom said she said she would like to sit down for a while. Not long I can stand up.
I may be shocked to think that the mother who used to walk eloquent. Why did you fall so easily? I asked mom if she was shocked. Mom said she was not shocked. She fell like this often and I was surprised by the answer. Of course I was worried and funny. One thing I know. It's always good. When mother has a problem. Mom always says that she's okay because she doesn't want kids or dad to worry.
Mother is the last one who thinks of herself
When I ask mom what mother's day I want to eat, the answer is - ehhh what do you want to eat?
When I held my mom up after falling, I thought about my childhood picture. When my mom was leashed me and I stumbled. Mom was the one who pulled my arm up and made a Chinese spell "hapo" which would translate Thai "Oh, it doesn't hurt baby" the picture is so similar. We just switched roles and it's a little different that when I was young, I fell down, but my mother had no tears.
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I wrote to my mom with regards. Sounds funny what I miss. I just went to eat together and I'm actually about to have coffee with my mom after writing this journal.
But I really "miss" my mom.
It must be difficult to explain what missing means. I miss you. When you were stronger. I miss you when you went anywhere with nothing to worry about. I miss you when you were talking to me. I miss you. I miss you. When Mom was more fierce and looked at me in things and... I miss you now when I thought you wouldn't have coffee with me like we did all our life.
Someone told me that my parents never left us. They are in us. I may meet mom some rainy days. I may see mom some morning that I pick up crackers out of the can because I ate this snack with Milo Ovaltine since I was a little kid. This is the one who broke this crispy snack into a cup. When it was soft, it was soft, it was delicious. I might meet my mom while working with someone and got my problem. I may meet mom on a bad day with life, which my mother always tells me, " it's like this. If you don't do anything, there is no problem. If you do, you do, there will be
And I may meet my mom on the day when I feel weak, not confident in myself. Mom may stand and smile somewhere and tell me "ehhh can do it"
That's it. It's missing something like this.
Luckily mom is still sitting there at the same coffee table today.
And this morning I still have a chance to have coffee with mom
I still kiss my mother's cheeks and I still get her cheeks.Translated
同時也有2部Youtube影片,追蹤數超過7萬的網紅渡辺レベッカ ☆ Rebecca Butler Watanabe,也在其Youtube影片中提到,フジテレビ系ドラマ『いつかこの恋を思い出してきっと泣いてしまう』の主題歌である、手嶌葵さんの「明日への手紙」を英語で歌ってみました♪ 手嶌葵さんを最近知りましたが、とてもユニークでうっとりした声がいいですね。この英語バージョンを気に入っていただけると嬉しいです(^O^) Enjoy~♫ This...
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Sinister’ anonymous letters sent to silence UK-based promoters of human rights in Hong Kong
Hong Kong Watch Chair Benedict Rogers has today written publicly about having ‘sinister’ anonymous letters sent to his mother and residents of his street in a bid to stop his human rights advocacy. Paddy Ashdown has spoken out, expressing outrage at ‘Beijing using intimidation to mute criticism’.
Writing in the Huffington Post, Benedict Rogers said:
“To deny a British citizen who had previously lived in Hong Kong entry to the territory, because he had spoken out for democracy and human rights, was disappointing. To send a letter to all his neighbours in a suburban street in London, urging them to “watch him” was chilling. But to send a letter to his mother, in sleepy Dorset, asking her to “talk some sense into him”, is an outrage.”
Mr Rogers, the Chairman of Trustees at Hong Kong Watch, continued in the article to describe the events in more detail:
“In March, five months after being refused entry to Hong Kong, an envelope came through my letterbox one day with Hong Kong stamps and postmark. Even before opening it, I thought it was odd. None of my Hong Kong friends have my home address, and even if they did, they wouldn’t use it. When I opened it, I found a piece of paper with my picture on one side and the words “Watch Him”, and on the other a bizarre, anonymous letter addressed to “Dear Resident”, about me. I then discovered it had been sent to every resident in my street in London. A similar letter from Hong Kong arrived earlier this week, sent to my neighbours, with more abuse. These are obviously an attempt to discredit me in the eyes of my neighbours and intimidate me into silence.
Last month, another bizarre, anonymous letter was sent – this time to my mother. The fact that someone had first researched my private home address and gone to the expense of posting letters from Hong Kong to every property in my street, was alarming, albeit rather absurd. The idea that they had researched where my mother lives, and written to her, was sinister.”
Responding to the news, Lord Ashdown, the former leader of the Liberal Democrats, said: “Beijing’s use of intimidation to mute criticism is shocking. Whether it is strong-arming Mercedes into denouncing the Dalai Lama or sending a threatening letter to Ben Rogers’ mother, this is unacceptable and must be stopped.”
Martin Lee, the founder of Hong Kong’s Democratic Party, said: “Ben is a moderate and thoughtful man, a friend of Hong Kong whose advocacy of human rights is truly in the spirit of the Sino-British Joint Declaration. The government of Hong Kong should take his perspectives seriously and must do
all they can to bring those sending these letters to justice.”
https://m.huffingtonpost.co.uk/…/xi-jinpings-regime-reaches…
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It was that time where I started to see the beauty in everyone and everything thing, we are all connected but blinded by the system that we are forced to follow so that way we don’t realise our true potential, our feelings suppressed and we pretend to be someone we are not , struggling to fit in, especially us , the younger generation, with all we see on social media, all that editing , false pictures the ‘perfection’ we try to portray... and on my journey of finding it, still am, I begin to love the life I live more and more each day. Thank you 🙏🏼 I love writing , always loved sharing my stories .
I decided if I’m not going to publish a book anytime soon, I shall live in 2018 and share my stories on social media, where most of us live 😂 welcome to the new generation.
Let’s begin with a picture of your experience and hashtag #shareYourStorywSammy
I’m listening / reading however you want to describe it
And I will try my best to connect with you and share my opinion
Don’t be afraid to show your imperfections
We all need each other , you can’t do it alone #shareYourStorywSammy
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フジテレビ系ドラマ『いつかこの恋を思い出してきっと泣いてしまう』の主題歌である、手嶌葵さんの「明日への手紙」を英語で歌ってみました♪
手嶌葵さんを最近知りましたが、とてもユニークでうっとりした声がいいですね。この英語バージョンを気に入っていただけると嬉しいです(^O^)
Enjoy~♫
This song, about writing a letter to your future self, is from a newer female singer I just recently heard of called Aoi Teshima. It is currently popular for being the theme song for the Fuji TV drama "Itsuka Kono Koi wo Omoidashite Kitto Naite Shimau" ("I Know One
Day I'll Remember This Love and Cry"). The beautiful original lyrics were written by female songwriter Ayako Ikeda.
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曲情報 / SONG INFO
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Aoi Teshima / Asu e no Tegami (Letter to Tomorrow)
TV Drama "Itsuka Kono Koi wo Omoidashite Kitto Naite Shimau" Theme Song
Released Feb. 2016
Music/Lyrics: Ayako Ikeda
English Lyrics: Rebecca Butler Watanabe
■Official MV
https://youtu.be/CIx8ts2TbZA
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リンク / LINKS
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■HP⇒ http://BlueEyedUtaUtai.jimdo.com
■Facebook⇒ http://facebook.com/blueeyedutautai
■Twitter⇒ @BlueEyedUtaUtai
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歌詞 / LYRICS
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It’s been a while, how have you been?
Have you met someone special?
Have you made many friends?
Tell me, will it be long until I come upon
The rainbow at the end of this road?
Do you remember days of old?
The swaying heads of barley, the evening sky aglow
Stretching on ahead, 'til the horizon's edge
You were always searching for the end
Now I’ll go,
As I strain to paint tomorrow in my mind,
Along the path toward my dream
Holding on so gently to the things that can't be seen
And the light shining bright out of the darkness
I’m on my way
Is there a smile upon your face
Your eyes still full of wonder just like those yesterdays?
Through cold and lonely nights, and rainy days alike
I hope you never stop having faith
If you should ever feel alone
And need someone to turn to, you'll always have a home
Waiting just the same, that will never change
Even as the years may come and go
Now I’ll go,
With a picture of tomorrow in my mind,
Along the path toward my dream
Holding on so carefully to every memory
Of the love from the ones closest to my heart
I'm on my way
As we walk
It's so easy to get lost along the way
Or doubt the path we chose
And I hope I’m always gazing back at brighter days
Priceless times I've left behind
明日を描こうともがきながら
asu wo egakou to mogaki-nagara
今夢の中へ
ima yume no naka e
形ないものの輝きを
katachi nai mono no kagayaki wo
そっとそっと抱きしめて
sotto sotto daki-shimete
進むの
susumu no
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News broke that Pistons star Allen Iverson has cut off his trademark braids.
Of course, the Internet has since been abuzz with discussion of Iverson's new look.
Shaq went as far as calling it "cute" (an odd choice of words if you ask me).
So why is the media covering this story, showing video clips of Iverson's new look? Why are there some 20 blog posts on the subject, even though it happened just yesterday?
I can't answer all these questions. But I can tell you why I'm writing this particular article.
The Questions that Led to "The Answer"
Growing up in Philadelphia, my favorite sports were hockey, basketball and baseball.
The Sixers were and will always be my favorite team. As I was growing up, guys like Dr. J and Moses Malone were my heroes.
Then came Sir Charles Barkley. I definitely recognized his greatness, but never did I idolize him like Malone and Erving.
Then, those lean years for the Sixers came. If you're a Sixers fan, you'll know what I'm talking about.
Shawn Bradley and Reese Witherspoon were our "stars".
Oh wait, I have Reese confused with someone...
I have to be honest, it was tough to stick with the team through that era.
I stopped watching. Management and owners seemed to care less about putting a winning team on the court and more about the bottom line.
It was a bad period from 1992 to 1996.
I actually stopped caring, and I hate to say it, but a lot of other Philadelphians did too. If you think I'm exaggerating, ponder this fact:
The Sixers couldn't even sell out the Spectrum at the time, nor could they unload season tickets.
Then that fateful day came: the day Allen Iverson was drafted by the 76ers.
He may have not have won an NBA championship for Philly during his tenure here, but he did something no other star or player since Dr. J had done.
He reinvigorated the fan base and recaptured the love for the Sixers. He got the entire city to care again.
By his second year, Iverson had the whole town talking. It soon became popular again proclaim your fandom. Even people from other cities were wearing Iverson jerseys.
Then the celebs starting coming to Sixers games: I remember seeing Will Smith at the game after Thanksgiving Day in 1997, against the Lakers. The place was packed with a sell-out crowd, and you could feel the electricity.
AI had even put a disenchanted fan like me back into the Sixers' fold. He had made basketball in Philly exciting again.
The Questions Came with "The Answer"
Yet somewhere along the line, as the years passed, the love affair between Philly and Allen ended. Like so many other times with countless other players, the fickle fans of Philadelphia chased yet another star out of their city.
The list of such victims is as long as you can imagine.
Eric Lindros, Randall Cunningham, Moses Malone, Charles Barkley, more Phillies than I care to remember...sadly, Iverson became just one more on that list.
But I still thank the man for bringing me back to Sixers basketball.
What made Iverson so special at the time was he was different, from the cornrows to the tattoos to the extra-long shorts. Iverson was always true to himself.
I'm sure the corporate types of the NBA were having nightmares, but the fact of the matter is fans from all over the world embraced Iverson.
I got so tired of hearing statements like "he's a hoodlum" based solely upon his appearance. I'll tell you as a Caucasian that Iverson having cornrows and tattoos didn't make me think he was a thug. I hated that the media thought they could speak for others.
I remember having a Iverson poster up on my wall in 1997, when I was in college. I remember my best friend coming over and, noticing the poster, sarcastically saying:
"What, is Iverson your homeboy?"
"No," I replied, "Iverson is 'The Man'."
I can't imagine the prejudice Iverson faced through his life or because of his color and image. But I know just how stupid and prejudiced some people acted towards me for being a fan of his.
What I respected the most about Iverson was that he was true to himself and was loyal to his family and friends, even when the media was tearing him apart for his loyalty. He was the real deal on and off the court.
Even when Iverson got in trouble with the police here in Philly (some story of him looking for his wife and pulling a gun on someone at a door), I stood by him and never wavered.
I saw the big picture: So many people wanted a piece of him, hangers-on and people thinking they could make a quick buck at his expense. And I hated that the media used his image agaisnt him every time something bad happened in his personal life.
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