#novelist

Long Answer: I recently started developing a crush that would never work out (First crush in almost 4 years, what a disaster). Also been thinking recently I might be autistic and that's kinda weighing on me as well. On top of this I have 2 exams coming up that I'm nowhere near prepared for. Couple that with my crippling fear of failure (to the point where I'm scared to ask someone how to use a new printer and have to hide in a toilet cubicle and end up having a panic attack in there.. over a fucking printer). Oh and the 30 or so rejections for part time jobs I've had in the last 5 or 6 months - I spent 3 years volunteering and as much as I would have loved to continue that I couldn't continue to give my time to unpaid work whilst barely having enough money for 3 meals a day as a student. I have a habit of over-thinking so whenever I feel down I stop to make sure I gather every reason why I'm sad and overwhelm myself with it, I always seem to fly to emotional extremes. Not being able to see my youngest granddaughter. Her mom is....terrible and we don't have contact. I can't even legally do anything because I am not actually blood related, but no matter what anyone says she is my granddaughter. I just hope her mom does not mess her up too much. I just wish I could see her.
I want to be an entrepreneur and novelist. Bottomline, I want a freedom, but I'm not sure yet if that's what I really want. Because in the past years I've been changing course from wanting to be a detective, a musician, an athlete, aaand more.
Plus, entrepreneur and writer are two hard things in my country. Entrepreneurs are started to be appreciated because the boom in tech startups and society has experienced the benefits from it. But writer? People labelled it as an underpaid job, some could even say "how will you feed your family?" if I'd say I'll be a writer. I know, a successful writer will get paid a lot. There are examples in my country for successful writers. But then, there are only few percentages of them. Plus, reading is not a big thing here. What's big here is when you are a person of high position in a company, or if you have a shitton of salary.
I have empathy for homeless people too. I acknowledge that often times they end up homeless from multiple circumstances that aren't always their fault. People assume all homeless people chose to be. It's not like that... unfortunate things happened to them. Now animals they are adopted/raised by their owner. It's no different than a homeless toddler. They're a near helpless product of their owners environment and they have no choice but to suffer with them unless they run off....

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I am glad you could relate to that. And, it's true that life is about taking risks or how else would you know what you're truly capable of! Playing it safe doesn't work always. When you risk nothing, you risk everything. The great boxing legend Muhammad Ali once said, "He who is not courageous enough to take risks will accomplish nothing in life." Meanwhile, talking about "descriptive" answers- there are a lot of cons too that are attached to it. Not many people would want to see a really long post on their feed & it could even appear dull to some compared to the punny one-liners or a kickass sarcastic answer. Detailed answers are hardly ever shown on trending sections or garner much engagement. However, I always believed that a mere 10 likes post that leads to a positive change in even one person's life is far better than a 1000 likes post that doesn't create any positive impact. If I don't express my opinions in detail to a question that seeks & deserves the same, I am not doing thorough justice to it. Also, since I am a writer/blogger, it comes naturally to me. One of my favorite novelist C.S Lewis once quoted that "Don't use adjectives that merely tell us how you want us to feel about the things you are describing. I mean, instead of telling us a thing was 'terrible', describe it so that we'll be terrified." That pretty much sums it up.

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According to the definitions mentioned in the article I'm a "geek" when it comes to certain things. Let's enumerate few examples... I watched the entire series of GOT probably 10 times, I've read most of the books, and I constantly read articles and watch videos about the source materials. My friends call me GOT encyclopedia 😂. I watched LOTR triology over 30 or 40 times (no exaggeration), when I was little I used to watch all three movies in one sitting once EVERY week! There was a brilliant Egyptian writer and novelist named Dr. Ahmed Khaled Tawfik (may he RIP) who was the first ever Arab author that explored the fantasy/horror/mythology genres, I've read all 80 novels of his famous novel-series "Beyond Nature" multiple times. I watched the entire MCU movies multiple times and watched countless vids about the original comics (which aren't available where I live). Sports aren't considered "geeky" but I'm insanely attached to Manchester United Football Club, and for 20 years I've watched maybe 1000 games for the club!

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So let's just say... when I'm passionate about something, I sink in it with all my soul. And this applies to people as well. When I love someone (friend, family member, girl for romantic reasons, etc) I'm very prepared to give my own life itself for them.

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This makes me VERY thankful that I never developped any passion towards harmful stuff like drugs or sex or alcohol for example 😂 cause I know myself... If I did, it would be soooooo bad! 😅

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Hi Zu. Before this, you mentioned that it was weird to call me Bloody since you didn't know my name. Heh, my bad. Just call me, Nisah.

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I guess for movie, i suggest you to watch every series of X-Men movies. I love fantasy and action movies and for sure, you cant ignore all the Avengers movies. However, when it comes to my favorite movie, it is The Purge. It's full of angst scenes and quite tragic but i love it so much. For me, it has a lot of messages.

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For animation movies, you definitely have to watch Hotel Transylvania and Ice Age.

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For songs, are you familiar with Troye Sivan? You have to listen to his new album. I love his songs; Fools, My my my, and Bloom. Do you love to listen to covers? If yes, you have to listen to Jasmine Thompson's covers. I really love her voice, it's so soothing.

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For now, the books that I keep reading again and over again is The Subtle Art of Not Giving A Fuck. This book is kinda like my turning point. For novels, i suggest you to read all of Ramlee Awang Murshid's novels. I really love all of his novels. And also, he's a thriller novelist no. 1 in Malaysia. I remember when i was in lower secondary school, i fell in love with one of his fictional characters, Laksmana Sunan. He portrayed the character as a religious and well-mannered young man but his life journey is full of pain. Don't worry, his writing's style is light and not that formal.

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That's all from me. Have a nice break.

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First of all, everyone has a right to take their own decision. I can see your point. I should not say it, but sad to say that we live in society where we have one thing stuck in our head, since childhood that "Log Kya Kahein Gay" ... This thought have killed many of our youth's dream and their ambitions.
I will say that don't do this to yourself. You have your own self worth and you have your own future ahead, if you will think of others while making a decision then you'll feel pressurized and probably end up taking the wrong decision.
I'm not saying to never consider anyone, you should also consider them BUT don't let them effect your decision at all. For instance, their is a student, who is excellent in Urdu Literature. Now, that student has cleared his college and now it's his/her time to take a career defining decision and he sits down to think. Random thoughts are in his/her mind, will the society accept me as a poet or a novelist or a journalist? What will my relatives think? Will I be able to earn more and live a financial stable life ahead? What will my parents think of me if I don't opt for Engineering or Medical, will they be happy by my decision of taking Urdu Literature? ... He/she will be pressurized and will end up killing our country's future award winning poet and will give birth to a new "engineer" or a "doctor" and will regret taking that decision till his/her death bed.
Please, don't do this to yourself. You have your life ahead.
I hope this will help you.
Have a good day! Thanks! ❤
- Hamza

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【ℑ.ℑ ♛】┆STANDING in front of the mirror there, the aspiring crime novelist grabbed a comb from his small toiletry bag and simply brushed the wet locks of coal-black hair that were dangling in his face from his eyes, playing it cool and ɴᴏɴᴄʜᴀʟᴀɴᴛ in katherine’s unexpected presence ️️️️️️️ ️; ️️️️️️️ ️ultimately choosing to suppress his own inherent and insatiable curiosity as a p̲r̲e̲c̲a̲u̲t̲i̲o̲n̲a̲r̲y̲ ̲m̲e̲a̲s̲u̲r̲e, hoping to thus avoid discussing the very issue that was currently sʜᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ the damaged boy’s life.

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putting the comb back in it once he was done, greenish-blue hues lifted back to the mirror in order to look at the young girl’s own reflection in it, sucking in a s̲t̲a̲r̲t̲l̲e̲d breath whilst seemingly struggling to calm herself after the shock she had just gotten. what was all that about? it seemed like she had seen a ɢʜᴏsᴛ. ───or maybe, there was some d̲e̲e̲p̲e̲r̲ ̲m̲e̲a̲n̲i̲n̲g to it. something deep enough like, perchance ️️️️️️️ ️; ️️️️️️️ ️an exact, ᴛʀᴀᴜᴍᴀᴛɪᴄ ᴘᴀsᴛ ᴇxᴘᴇʀɪᴇɴᴄᴇ that was triggered and thus was coming back to h̲a̲u̲n̲t̲ ̲h̲e̲r? well, that would certainly explain why she had overreacted. no doubt, the initial question mark that loomed over riverdale’s new mystery girl and her past, was increasing.

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upon hearing the petite-build brunette’s next statement though, jug switched his gaze from the mirror back to his toiletry bag to grab his toothbrush, giving a slight shrug of his shoulders.
❛ ️️️️️️️ ️i’m an ᴇᴀʀʟʏ ʙɪʀᴅ. ─── plus, i was just s̲a̲v̲i̲n̲g̲ ̲t̲i̲m̲e by taking advantage of the school facilities, ️️️️️️️ ️❜ not completely false, nor the ʀᴇᴀʟ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ, either. never the real, ̷u̷g̷l̷i̷e̷r̷ ️️️truth.
for a boy like jughead, who built d̲e̲f̲e̲n̲s̲i̲v̲e̲ ̲w̲a̲l̲l̲s around himself and claimed to be emotionally distant (from those he wasn’t close with, that is) and sᴇʟғ-ᴅᴇᴘᴇɴᴅᴇɴᴛ, ──a lone wolf by nature ️️️️️️️ ️; ️️️️️️️ ️the i̶n̶n̶o̶c̶e̶n̶t act of lying had just eventually become an habit to him, an easy e̲s̲c̲a̲p̲e from difficulty, an automatic tendency. whilst telling the truth, ever more risky and scary. yet, the true reason why? ғ ᴇ ᴀ ʀ. of being rejected, for who the town’s self-proclaimed outsider is. r̲e̲a̲l̲l̲y is.

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anyhow, turning on the water and starting to brush his teeth, in the next moment, katherine ᴅʀᴀᴍᴀᴛɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ stormed out of the boys’ showers, leaving jughead there, completely o̲b̲l̲i̲v̲i̲o̲u̲s to what was really going on. though, he still had to get himself ready before classes ️️️️️️️ ️; ️️️️️️️ ️so quickly getting dressed, he let it pass ғᴏʀ ɴᴏᴡ, and made a quick stop at the janitor’s closet to grab his stuff, making sure to lock it afterwards, afore just heading to class once the bell finally rang throughout the entire building. ──as after first period, jug simply made his way straight to the cafeteria, installed himself in his u̲s̲u̲a̲l tranquil spot and pulled out his laptop to continue writing there.

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【ℑ.ℑ ♛】┆CUE HIS WEARY FACE contorting with utter seriousness in a matter of seconds, jug’s ʀᴇsᴇɴᴛғᴜʟ eyes looked straight up at the flame-haired star football player, shooting d̲a̲g̲g̲e̲r̲s at him and even forgetting about kath’s presence for a moment, as the ᴜɴsᴘᴏᴋᴇɴ ᴛᴇɴsɪᴏɴ between both ️️️️ ̷e̷x̷-̷b̷e̷s̷t̷ ̷f̷r̷i̷e̷n̷d̷s̷ ️️️️was now hanging in the air. ──until archie simply changed the subject by offering to take the newest river vixen on a town tour. thus moving his gaze away as she eagerly stood up, the aspiring crime novelist nibbled on his lower lip, a f̲r̲u̲s̲t̲r̲a̲t̲e̲d frown carved into his face.
️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️‘️️️ ️️️️ ️️️️ ️️️ʏᴇᴀʜ. ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️ɢᴜᴇss ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ. ️️️️ ️️️️ ️️️ ️️️️’ was all he responded, afore the petite-build brunette just walked away and left the diner alongside archie, and jughead back a̲l̲o̲n̲e with his thoughts. though ordering a cup of black coffee and pulling out his laptop, he ғᴏᴄᴜsᴇᴅ on following up his initial plan of continuing writing there for the rest of the afternoon, rather than the sudden u̲n̲n̲a̲m̲e̲d feeling stirring in his gut after katherine had left ️️️️️️️ ️; ️️️️️️️ ️for then getting ready for tonight’s ʙɪɢ ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛ.

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THE NEXT MORNING though, it was still rather e̲a̲r̲l̲y as the raven-haired loner found himself forced to take his belongings and leave ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ his slept-in cot in the twilight drive-in’s projection booth, ──bidding farewell to it f̲o̲r̲ ̲t̲h̲e̲ ̲l̲a̲s̲t̲ ̲t̲i̲m̲e.
upon learning that some rich guy had purchased the land jughead called his own, the jones boy had focused all his energy and surely done ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ in his power during the few days he got before the f̲a̲t̲a̲l̲ ̲d̲e̲m̲o̲l̲i̲t̲i̲o̲n took place, to prevent that ᴛʀᴀɢᴇᴅʏ from happening. yet, no matter how hard he tried, mayor mccoy made sure to have him helplessly acknowledging how much of a l̲o̲s̲t̲ ̲c̲a̲u̲s̲e it was in the end.
after all, most people in riverdale did hate the drive-in, claimed it to be a ᴄ̶ᴇ̶s̶s̶ᴘ̶ᴏ̶ᴏ̶ʟ ️️️️️️️ ️; ️️️️️️️ ️so it was all too obvious they wouldn’t invest a single penny in it.
but for jughead, not only that place had turned out to be his work, but also his rightful h̲o̲m̲e. ──his l i f e. ǫᴜɪᴛᴇ ʟɪᴛᴇʀᴀʟʟʏ.

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camper bag hanging off his back whilst walking past the drive-in’s battered and worn screen, m̲e̲m̲o̲r̲i̲e̲s suddenly rushed back at him like a sea wind, keen and sʜᴀʀᴘ. memories of all the many films that had been viewed and enjoyed on that exact screen, of his c̲h̲i̲l̲d̲h̲o̲o̲d and all the precious happy moments he had lived there with his sister, jellybean. it really ʙʀᴏᴋᴇ ʜɪs ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴘɪᴇᴄᴇs, having to let go of it all. ──yet, there wasn’t time for that.
closing his eyes, jug took a moment to firstly inhale deeply and then exhale, mentally e̲n̲c̲o̲u̲r̲a̲g̲i̲n̲g himself, afore just taking one last look around and starting to walk again, figuring out what place to possibly go ɴᴇxᴛ. i̶f̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶r̶e̶ ̶w̶a̶s̶ ̶e̶v̶e̶n̶ ̶o̶n̶e.

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【ℑ.ℑ ♛】┆HIS USUAL QUIET VOICE simply suggested, injecting a small dose of humor into it ɪɴᴛᴇɴᴛʟʏ, trying to ease the so-unlike-them awkwardness. though lips compressing soon after again, a slow a̲c̲c̲e̲p̲t̲i̲n̲g nod was ultimately given, dark eyes never leaving her soft, clear ones.
️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️‘️️️ ️️️️ ️️️️ ️️️ʙᴜᴛ, ️️️️️️️ ️ʏᴇᴀʜ. ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️── ️️️️️️️ ️for sure, ️️️️ ️️️️ ️️️ ️️️️’ thus turning his back, jug walked into his dad’s room and pulled out a couple of warm blankets, for then stepping back to where she stood and handing them to her ️️️️️️️ ️; ️️️️️️️ ️thin lips pursing in quiet c̲o̲n̲t̲e̲m̲p̲l̲a̲t̲i̲o̲n, as the remaining awkwardness that hanged around made the aspiring crime novelist somewhat n̶e̶r̶v̶o̶u̶s all of a sudden, truly at ᴀ ʟᴏss ᴏғ ᴡᴏʀᴅs. ──which jughead jones rarely was, if e̲v̲e̲r (except when it came to his golden-haired angel, that is). and it frustrated him, immensely.

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️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️‘️️️ ️️️️ ️️️️ ️️️sᴏ ᴜʜ.. ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️── ️️️️️️️ ️g̲o̲o̲d̲n̲i̲g̲h̲t, ️️️️️️️ ️then. ️️️️ ️️️️ ️️️ ️️️️’ and so moving back into the room, he just changed into his sleeping clothes, hoping to get some ᴍᴜᴄʜ-ɴᴇᴇᴅᴇᴅ sʟᴇᴇᴘ and take his mind off everything that was haunting it day and night.
as much as the jones lad liked to believe that things were pretty much u̶n̶d̶e̶r̶ ̶c̶o̶n̶t̶r̶o̶l, that no matter the short amount of time he has been an a̲c̲t̲i̲v̲e̲ ̲m̲e̲m̲b̲e̲r of the serpents and thus the obvious lack of experience within their community, he was capable enough to step in and fix the current ᴅɪsᴀsᴛʀᴏᴜs situation at the southside, ──bringing back the p̲e̲a̲c̲e, just like his father so greatly did ️️️️️️️ ️; ️️️️️️️ ️truth was that it was all quite ʙᴇʏᴏɴᴅ him.
plus as much as he ̷h̷a̷t̷e̷d̷ to admit it, archie was right about something, too ️️️️️️️ ️; ️️️️️️️ ️if jughead continued on this path, he would most likely end up in a jail cell, or even w̲o̲r̲s̲e (that if he didn’t drag all those he cared about into his ᴇᴘɪᴄ ᴍᴇss first, though. just like he had already done with archie).

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yet still, the serpents were his f̲a̲m̲i̲l̲y now, and leaving all that he had fought so hard for wasn’t really an option at this stage of the game. ʙᴇsɪᴅᴇs, it was a means to get his father released from prison. ──speaking of which though, there were some g̲r̲e̲a̲t n̲e̲w̲s he hadn’t really had the chance to share with anyone yet.
️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️‘️️️ ️️️️ ️️️️ ️️️just so you know, ️️️️️️️ ️though. . . ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️i got a ᴄᴀʟʟ today, ️️️️️️️ ️after the race, ️️️️ ️️️️ ️️️ ️️️️’ his clear voice suddenly trailed off, raising it so betty could hear, gaze fixed on the floor as a f̲a̲i̲n̲t frown of concentration marred his forehead, to lastly add;
️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️‘️️️ ️️️️ ️️️️ ️️️ᴍʏ ᴅᴀᴅ’s ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ᴊᴀɪʟ. ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️t̲o̲m̲o̲r̲r̲o̲w, ️️️️️️️ ️to be exact. ️️️️ ️️️️ ️️️’

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【ℑ.ℑ ♛】┆INTENTLY searching her gaze in order to lock his greenish-blue hues with her ᴀᴛᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴠᴇ ones, the gloomy and angsty aspiring crime novelist lastly added with a great d̲o̲s̲e̲ ̲o̲f s̲u̲s̲p̲e̲n̲s̲e after a brief ᴄᴀʟᴄᴜʟᴀᴛᴇᴅ pause, a mysterious look upon his face, ──as another moment of silence ensued, the t̲e̲n̲s̲i̲o̲n between them being ᴀʟᴍᴏsᴛ ᴛᴀɴɢɪʙʟᴇ now.
with an inherently curious nature, a sharp sense of c̲r̲e̲a̲t̲i̲v̲i̲t̲y and a big, ᴠɪᴠɪᴅ ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ that he had inherited from his mother ️️️️️️️ ️; ️️️️️️️ ️if there was something jughead jones has been completely keen on practically ever since the boy could remember, then that certainly was making up and telling s̲t̲o̲r̲i̲e̲s, ──ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴏʙʟᴇ ᴀʀᴛ ᴏғ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ. though it wasn’t until the mysterious tragic events of the just-ending summer that his inspiration finally s̲t̲r̲i̲k̲e̲d and he stumbled upon the ideal narrative, the ɢᴀᴍᴇ-ᴄʜᴀɴɢɪɴɢ sᴛᴏʀʏ that had undoubtedly and irrevocably p̶r̶o̶b̶a̶b̶l̶y forever changed their idyllic hometown and all the people in it, and yet that n̲o̲ ̲o̲n̲e would be willing to tell.

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️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️‘️️️ ️️️️ ️️️️ ️️️ᴀɴᴅ ʏ ᴏ ᴜ, ️️️️️️️ ️being the l̲a̲t̲e̲s̲t̲ ̲m̲y̲s̲t̲e̲r̲y that has just rolled into town, ️️️️️️️ ️well. . . ️️️️ ️️️️ ️️️ ️️️️’ his calm, ᴇᴠᴇɴ voice breaking the silence once again, jug firmly established e̲y̲e̲ ̲c̲o̲n̲t̲a̲c̲t with her afore just cocking his head lightly to the side and adding, revealing his trademark sardonic humor.
️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️‘️️️ ️️️️ ️️️️ ️️️certainly have ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴄʜᴀɴᴄᴇ of ending up in it, ️️️️️️️ ️t̲o̲o. ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴏᴜᴛ, ️️️️️️️ ️ʜᴜʜ. ️️️️ ️️️️ ️️️ ️️️️’ that being said, another french fry was popped into his mouth.
from what he had observed and now p̲e̲r̲s̲o̲n̲a̲l̲l̲y̲ ̲k̲n̲e̲w so far, he could safely say that katherine wasn’t like the ᴀᴡғᴜʟ ʀᴇsᴛ.
no, she actually seemed like someone easy to get along with. ──and that was s̲o̲m̲e̲t̲h̲i̲n̲g. therefore he ultimately allowed himself to relax and ʟᴏᴏsᴇɴ ᴜᴘ around the brunette river vixen j̲u̲s̲t a̲ ̲b̲i̲t, willing to gradually lower the defensive walls the damaged loner had just built up over the years.
️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️‘️️️ ️️️️ ️️️️ ️️️── ️️️️️️️ ️my turn, ️️️️️️️ ️though, ️️️️ ️️️️ ️️️ ️️️️’ cleaning off his hands and brushing his index finger across his nose, the jones lad said ᴀʙʀᴜᴘᴛʟʏ, folding his arms on the table as full lips pursed in sudden t̲h̲o̲u̲g̲h̲t, formulating his next question, inquiring eyes steady on her own.
️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️‘️️️ ️️️️ ️️️️ ️️️ʙᴀᴄᴋ ɪɴ ɴᴇᴡ ʏᴏʀᴋ, ️️️️️️️ ️how much of a c̲i̲n̲e̲p̲h̲i̲l̲e were you exactly? ️️️️ ️️️️ ️️️ ️️️️’

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「* ♛ »» once both boys got everything ready for their
weekend GETAWAY, they got in the car ️️️️️️️ ️ ; ️️️️️️️ ️ archie being
in the driver seat, and jughead in the passenger one
whilst eating the bag of chips the redhead had previously
tossed him without further delay, and hit the road.
to say jughead was e̲x̲c̲i̲t̲e̲d about this sudden road trip,
was an UNDERSTATEMENT. even more given the fact
that it had been a̲r̲c̲h̲i̲e himself the one who had proposed
it, and thus had made clear his genuine intentions of
catching up with each other’s lives and SAVING their
golden friendship from falling apart, ── the ultimate
p̲r̲o̲o̲f that the dark-haired boy needed to be sure that
archie did still VALUE their friendship as much as h̲e did.
thus he would make sure to make the MOST of this
bonding camping trip to the great outdoors.
after a while driving, archie’s sing-song voice shouted as
soon as they arrived to their favorite spot in the woods,
and i̲d̲e̲a̲l to watch the fireworks later that day.
️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️‘️️️ ️️️️ ️️️️ ️️️OH, ️️️️️️️ ️ man.. ️️️️ ️️️️ ️️️ ️️️️’ jughead’s voice mutters, glancing
around them and the s̲e̲a of trees surrounding them
whilst taking a walk down memory lane.
️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️‘️️️ ️️️️ ️️️️ ️️️we used to do THIS a̲l̲l̲ ̲t̲h̲e̲ ̲t̲i̲m̲e back then. ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️the
whole place seemed so BIG. . . ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️── ️️️️️️️ ️ like when y̲o̲u
would start walking, ️️️️️️️ ️ and then we would pretend we
were LOST in the j̲u̲n̲g̲l̲e. ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️but it was probably no bigger
than a couple of CITY BLOCKS. ️️️️ ️️️️ ️️️ ️️️️’ ah, good old times.
good old times he kept p̲r̲e̲s̲e̲n̲t to this day.
after archie had fetched the tent, the aspiring crime
novelist stuck out an arm to show him a flat, dry patch of
grass where both campers ended up setting up their tent ️️️️️️️ ️ ;
and soon after snacking on a few chips to COMMEMORATE
the occasion, before the flame-haired lad told the
dark-haired one to stay and watch out for anything that
moved while he was out picking up some firewood.
── and so jughead did, he stayed, as the minutes went
by, and archie was n̲o̲w̲h̲e̲r̲e to be seen.
️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️‘️️️ ️️️️ ️️️️ ️️️OLD habits die h̲a̲r̲d. ️️️️ ️️️️ ️️️ ️️️️’ releasing a heavy sigh, the
jones kid eventually stopped waiting, deciding to go in
search of the other. ── as just when he was about to
call out for him, the sounds of some distant LAUGHTER
reached his ears and ended up taking him in front of
what appeared to be a l̲o̲g̲ ̲h̲o̲u̲s̲e with a pool, where
some girls were gathered in a group at a corner, and
certain /l̶o̶s̶t/ REDHEAD right next to them.
️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️「. . . 」

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「* ♛ »» after andrew had left the room, an EMPTY
silence instantly took over the small place, in which
jughead simply layed there, staring at the ceiling as
a bunch of unwanted and u̲n̲p̲l̲e̲a̲s̲a̲n̲t thoughts
triggered by that last conversation between them
raced and OVERWHELMED his mind. ── until after a
long-time thinking and s̲u̲b̲s̲e̲q̲u̲e̲n̲t̲l̲y feeling both mental
and physical EXHAUSTION take over him, the aspiring
crime novelist just decided to take off his beanie and
toss it away, for then standing up from the bed and
switching off the lights in order to t̲r̲y to shut off his
brain and get some sleep.
yet no longer after he had went back to his bed and
closed his eyes, the door of their shared room clicked
open ️️️️️️️ ️ ; ️️️️️️️ ️ as soon after the SOLITARY sound of andrew’s
footsteps crawling back to his respective bed woke him
up (if he had ever r̶e̶a̶l̶l̶y got to fall asleep), only to end
up hearing his low quiet voice ask at the darkness in the
room, letting him know he was having trouble falling
asleep. yet jughead was in NO mood to talk.
── so uttering a sigh whilst rubbing his h̲e̲a̲v̲y eyes, he
simply affirms in a low, yet audible murmur;
️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️‘️️️ ️️️️ ️️️️ ️️️yes. . . ️️️️ ️️️️ ️️️ ️️️️’

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「* ♛ »» then, jughead went straight to make some tea for the
two of them to warm themselves up, as veronica’s CONCERNED
voice broke the vast silence between them, returning to their
previous conversation and willing to open herself up and grant
him an i̲n̲s̲i̲g̲h̲t into her life, ── the actual BROKEN and hurting
person who hid that behind a layer of herself that was easy to
control, masking her growing fear ️️️️️️️ ️ ; ️️️️️️️ ️ a life that reflected h̲i̲s̲ ̲o̲w̲n.
thus slowly (but effectively), veronica was providing the confidence
for him to do the same back.
️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️‘️️️ ️️️️ ️️️️ ️️️the nightmare has NEVER really e̲n̲d̲e̲d. ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️we are still in it,
BIG TIME. ️️️️ ️️️️ ️️️ ️️️️’ the aspiring crime novelist states, joining her on
the couch, a heavy sigh escaping his half-open mouth as he then
simply gives a shrug whilst leaning back and a p̲e̲n̲s̲i̲v̲e look
crosses his face, ── allowing himself to offer an insight into his
own thoughts, as the sound of lightning hitting outside the
windows fills the silence.
️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️‘️️️ ️️️️ ️️️️ ️️️just when it was starting to make more SENSE, ️️️️️️️ ️ this whole
shadow-limbo-nothing world.️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️── ️️️️️️️ ️ be less s̲c̲a̲r̲y, ️️️️️️️ ️ even.
things only get darker, ️️️️️️️ ️ STRANGER.️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️just like u̲s right now,
stuck in the middle of the day after tomorrow movie.. ️️️️ ️️️️ ️️️ ️️️️’ arching
his dark brows, his low, serious voice mutters, a look of m̶i̶l̶d̶
annoyance etching his face. he would actually be LYING if he said
he didn’t find storms ️️️️️️️ ️ ; ️️️️️️️ ️ thunder, lightning, the sound of the rain
on the rooftop, ── this s̲i̲t̲u̲a̲t̲i̲o̲n of simply not doing nor worrying
about anything (but making conversation), kind of COMFORTING.
so, to say jughead didn’t mind being stuck in there in veronica’s
company while exchanging comments and occasional jokes and
working on the newfound, good u̲n̲d̲e̲r̲s̲t̲a̲n̲d̲i̲n̲g between them,
was an understatement.
suddenly, jug turns to the raven haired river vixen, a frown marring
his forehead after she whispers above the candle light.
️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️‘️️️ ️️️️ ️️️️ ️️️WHAT? ️️️️ ️️️️ ️️️ ️️️️’ yet he ends up trying to fight off the grin that
tugs on his mouth at her latest comment, turning to face back
ahead of him and tilt his head.
️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️‘️️️ ️️️️ ️️️️ ️️️more like for a b̲r̲e̲a̲k̲f̲a̲s̲t̲ ̲a̲t̲ ̲t̲i̲f̲f̲a̲n̲y̲’̲s kind of girl, ️️️️️️️ ️ ACTUALLY.
but what do i know really. . . ️️️️ ️️️️ ️️️ ️️️️’ ── n̲o̲t̲h̲i̲n̲g. but if they were
planning on continuing to WORK on whatever this friendship was,
they certainly didn’t need to talk about the nonstop town d̲r̲a̲m̲a
shaking up their lives, day in and day out.
️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️‘️️️ ️️️️ ️️️️ ️️️SPEAKING of w̲h̲i̲c̲h, ️️️️️️️ ️ you and archie. . .? ️️️️ ️️️️ ️️️ ️️️️’

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We ought to act as gadflies & ask: "what is an education for?" The German word "Bildung", which comes from the verb binden (to form), has multiple meanings: culture, education, enlightenment, inner development, & shaping & forming. This isn't simply education but the process - achieved through education - of forming the most desirable self. Attaining or undergoing Bildung means acquiring & entering true culture.

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Educational expansion is the enemy of true culture & erudition. It's in the modern state's interest to produce efficient citizens & an educated workforce in the same way that it was essential for pre-modern states to turn young men into soldiers. As British novelist Kingsley Amis said about the plans for the growth of higher education in 1960: "more (students) means worse (educational standards)". Amis was right.

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「* ♛ »» ️️️️️️️ ️‘️RIING﹗’ as soon as the bell rang
️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️throughout the school for the end of break,
️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️everyone headed back to their classrooms.
️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️and so bag of chips in hand, the jones kid
️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️made his way to his seat, making himself
️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️comfortable in it, for then just popping a small
️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️handful of chips into his mouth ️️️️️️️ ️; ️️️️️️️ ️chewing
️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️and swallowing NONCHALANTLY as the
️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️literature teacher finally shows up, only to
️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️make jughead slowly stop chewing and a
️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️frown to crease his brow as she starts off the
️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️class by assigning partners for the new project.
️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️so once everyone stands up to go to their
️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️respective partners, he gives a PASSIVE eye
️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️roll while remaining in his seat, shoving another
️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️chip into his mouth. to be quite honest, school
️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️wasn’t something he bothered to put any s̶p̶e̶c̶i̶a̶l̶
️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️effort into. yet still, that didn’t stop him from
️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️being WAY AHEAD of his classes (as well as
️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️frustrating the teachers with his nonchalant
️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️attitude). no wonder the gloomy and ANGSTY
️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️aspiring crime novelist had earned his o̲u̲t̲s̲i̲d̲e̲r
️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️status around ── which, he couldn’t really deny.
️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️he really was the definition of a l̲o̲n̲e̲ ̲w̲o̲l̲f̲, after all.
️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️‘️️️ ️️️️ ️️️️ ️️️ ️️️️HELLO, ️️️️️️️ ️raven. ️️️️ ️️️️ ️️️ ️️️️’ he suddenly speaks, his
️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️voice casual as raises it in order to be heard over
️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️the others and thus get the raven-haired girl he
️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️had just been paired with attention ️️️️️️️ ️; ️️️️️️️ ️for then
️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️lifting his dark eyebrows and lastly add, before
️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️grabbing another chip.
️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️ ️‘️️️ ️️️️ ️️️️ ️️️ ️️️️looks like you and i are PARTNERS. ️️️️ ️️️️ ️️️ ️️️️’

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"Ehrlich? Ganz ehrlich? Damit willst du mir helfen?" Ungeduldig lehnte Joey sich auf der Couch zurück und fuhr durch sein dunkles, gelocktes Haar. Seine grünen Augen schweiften wie von allein herüber zu der enormen Standuhr, welche den Raum im Sekundentakt mit einem lauten Ticken ausfüllte. Sie machte ihn nervös. Er hasste es, unter Druck zu sein. Erwartungen gestellt zu bekommen; Erwartungen, von denen er nicht wusste, ob er sie erfüllen konnte - oder es gar versuchen wollte. Welch ein Paradoxon.
Der ältere Mann mit dem beeindruckenden Schnauzbart sah ihn stur durch seine runden Brillengläser an. "Ich bevorzuge das 'Sie', Mister Sawyer", gab er bestimmt von sich. Seine Stimme drang kaum zu Joey durch - er beobachtete noch immer die einschüchternde Uhr. "Also. Wie ich Sie bereits aufgefordert hatte: Erzählen Sie mir von Ihrem letzten Einsatz. Der, von dem Sie diese Albträume haben. Der, den Sie nicht vergessen können." Nur langsam wandte sich Joey wieder seinem Gegenüber zu. Dieser starrte ihn immer noch ruhig an. "Ich konnte das Mädchen nicht retten", überwand sich Joey nach weiteren Sekunden des Schweigens. Der junge Feuerwehrmann räusperte sich danach und warf einen Blick zur Seite. "Das Mädchen? Ein Opfer?", fragte der ältere Herr im Sessel gegenüber von Joey. Er machte sich eine kleine Notiz auf seinem Klemmbrett, ehe er es für einen Augenblick zur Seite legte. Joey schwieg wieder. "War das Mädchen ein Opfer? Das Mädchen, das sie nicht retten konnten. War es eines der Opfer?", fragte er nun ungeduldig nach. Joey wollte antworten, doch es fühlte sich an, als habe man ihm die Kehle zugeschnürt. Er traf den Blick des Mannes. Langsam schüttelte er den Kopf. "Kein Opfer", brachte er heiser heraus. Er fühlte sich unwohl - ganz offensichtlich. "Wer war es dann? Mister Sawyer, ich kann Ihnen nicht helfen, wenn Sie-.." Joey unterbrach den Mann. Durch dessen Ungeduld brach es aus ihm heraus, er musste dem Druck nachgeben. Der junge Mann ergriff bestimmt das Wort, seinen Blick kühl auf die Augen der anderen Person gerichtet. "Meine Schwester. Das Mädchen, das ich nicht retten konnte-.. das, das im Feuer verbrannt ist", setzte er nun wieder an. Seine Augen schlossen sich für einen weiteren Moment.
"Das war meine Schwester."

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{passionate firefighter, 24 years of age, wrecked, living life with a sense for black humor, chicago fire department - novelist and obsessed with drama}

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one thing I love about Stalin is this quote: "Ideas are more powerful than guns. we would not let our enemies have guns, why should we let them have ideas?" HE LOVED HARD THEN HE DESTROYED IT. same goes with your question. whether it's true or not, I always believe that novelists are writing the truth (mostly Russian writers do that, they write the truth: look at Tolstoy's Anna Karenina. Dostoevsky's The Idiot, or Turgenev's First Love) they bring reality into fiction. they criticize their country. writings are ideas. ideas are gun. that's the reason why Stalin destroys it. what you just quoted is a condonation to the reality in Russia back there. please correct me if I'm wrong, as far as I know - novelists always write their own fate therein lies the humanity of men's faith (maybe some of it is tragedy). I forget to add something, great novelist from Russia is never lose their sight. never.
ps: fuck. I always hate grammatical error so I keep correcting it everytime I reread it. sorry..sorry.

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then you have to try to beat the odds! fuh inspirable huh hahahahaha lek pishang gak kalau tak minat but sometimes kita kita pupuk minat tu ?

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alright at first i was into arabic lecturer . ive told my parents that i really wanted to deal with it . but since my eldesr brotha was taking aqidah wa dakwah faculty so here my parents was dreaming a son and only one to the first doctor in the family . but i refused their dream because i dont have any passion on biology in fact i am still afraid of blood ehehehe but then they tried to put me in this field ; they encouraged me thoroughly and at last its just me and medic itself wether i continue or let it go . Haaaa

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so pardon my grammar ehehehe okay berdasarkan cerita kat atas aku memang berbakat jadi novelist ataupun kaunselor hahahaha ok the point is bincang lek lok dengan parents anda, cuba tanya org yg ada pengalaman dlm medic, try dekatkan diri dengan Pencipta(istikharah) and dunia medic dan dapatkan sokongan family, member, jiran, imam masjid, bilal, siak, tukang kayu, pembancuh simen, tukang gunting rambut dan org awam . inshaAllah berkesan dan anda beruntung hari ini saya begitu rajin dan bersemangat utk menjawab soalan anda ? alright moga kita mendapat pilihan yg tepat dan berjaya dunia akhirat . saya doakan nawfal dan rakan rakannya straight A ameem ? thanks

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Kalo niatnya cuma temenan sih, ya udah lanjut aja. Gak ada larangan buat temenan, ya. Kalo ada, berarti orang itu ngelanggar HAM.
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kalau dianya keliatan gak suka kita deketin ya udah. Yang penting kita udah nyoba buat ngajak dia bicara. Percaya aja sama istilah Jawa kuno, "Tresna jalaran seka kulina." Maksudnya, "Cinta terjadi karena terbiasa."
Siapa tau kan dengan sikap dan kegigihan Kakak buat temenan doang sama dia terus dianya jadi punya pandangan lain sama Kakak, hehe (kenapa novelist banget)
Terus juga, kalau Kakak udah nyoba buat deketin dia, buat nyoba ngobrol sama dia, tapi dianya tetep sama dalam jangka waktu yang lama. Ya, udah.
Take the last choice: mundur cantik.
Percaya aja, Kak.
Ngaku apa enggak, dia bakalan ngerasa kehilangan banget pas Kakak yang biasanya ngajak dia buat temenan tiba-tiba keliatan ngejauh sama dia. Dia pasti.

Semoga membantu ya, Kak. Semangat! :)

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Nah ini salah satu hal penting yang baru saya pelajari kemaren malem banget. Sebenernya untuk cita2 saya punya banyak tapi gatau mana yang bakal terkabul. Singkat cerita jadi tadi malem lagi browsing di youtube tentang film limitless trus keluar ada related video 'how to increase your brain capacity' di klik deh trus berselancar di sana.

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Disana ada video orang ngasih motivation speech gitu tentang mengubah mindset kalian untuk meningkatkan kinerja otak, ternyata ada satu rahasia yang sangat berpengaruh demi kelangsungan terwujudnya cita2 kita, ketika kita menginginkan, mencita2kan, mengharapkan, mengidamkan sesuatu maka kita perlu menyelipkan kata 'the best' kata ini sangat berpengaruh dan akan menstimulasi badan, otak, dan subconcious mind kita agar sesuai dengan instruksi yang diberikan.

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Misalnya kalo kita mau jadi seorang young jurnalist, architect, planner, engineer, novelist, singer, musician dsb. Kalian selipkan kata the best di depan katanya. Contoh: 'i want to be the best planner on earth' , ' i want to be the best novelist in my country' lalalala seperti itu.

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Dampak dari instruksi yang diberikan ini akan menghasilkan sesuatu yang biasanya sesuai dengan apa yang kita inginkan. Konsepnya hampir sama seperti melakukan law of attraction tetapi tidak dengan kegiatan fisik atau visual, melainkan dengan verbal dan audio. Hubungannya dengan how to increase you brain capacity adalah bagaimana menstimulasi dengan memberi nutrisi ke otak kita dengan hal yang kooperatif yang sesuai kemampuan otak. Dengan kata the best otak dengan mudah menerima instruksi ini dan mudah untuk memproses diri kita menjadi seperti yang kita inginkan. Kurang lebih itu yang saya dapatkan kemaren. Selamat mencoba semoga bermanfaat. See you on top guys

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Maaf ya kalo panjang hehe 😂🙏

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