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Memory-Day3 It was almost two decades ago that my brother(9 yrs old) , my youngest uncle (my brother and my uncle are of the same age) , our friend from next door (8yrs old) and I escaped from the school for a whole day without the knowledge of my parents and teachers for the first time. I was just about 6 years old at that time. It was my uncle who brought this brilliant idea to us. The four of us were partners in everything then. So on that morning we tricked our parents as if we went straight to school, but in actual we headed to the only park in our town, which is located between the highway and railway a bit far from our school. We entered the park by the back entrance and hid ourselves among bushes for a while until the clock struck 9 because we were concerned if someone might catch us and bring back to the school. We all were excited and worried. But it went well. When we were sure there was no one in the park, we got out from the bushes and started to enjoy our adventure. We played hide-and-seek; played on swings and slide; watched fish swimming in the pond; and played hard on until 3:00 p.m. We had a great time there together. Then we went back home as if we returned from the school as usual. We felt like we were grown-ups as we did something successfully without the notice of our guardians. We were very pleased and proud ourselves of what we did. Our guardians have not known about it yet. All of my elder team-mates got married and already have a kid of their own now. However, I still feel excited with joy like before whenever I look back on our crazy adventurous moment on that day. I'm pretty sure the rest may feel the same as well. #FreeWriting
2 agosto 2022
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Let Me Escape from My Endless Nightmares People see me as a cheerful, enthusiastic and lively person without any worries or problems. Actually, it's very different inside. I feel depressed, isolated and broken inside. I don't have a peaceful family life as they think. What I have is a problem father, a heavy drinker, who always ignites a problem by words that hurt us. Everytime he gets drunk, he complaints my mother about the curries and tries to start an argument. He curses her and turns a small argument into a big fight. He fights my mom with words which make my mom sad and cry. This repeats every day. I cannot stand him any longer and so I ask my mom to leave him alone and to divorce him officially. She can't do that. We have been sinking in these sufferings for long. I had thought about leaving from my home, yet I could not do due to my mom. I hope our sufferings might be washed away very soon. If I met the Aladdin, I would ask him to grant me a genuine happy family in which everyone loves and respects each other.
30 settembre 2019
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Midnight Thoughts #repost #title edited It's 12:30 a.m of Thursday here in my country, Myanmar. I've just finished my tasks and done my night routines. At the moment of writing, I'm already in my bed, surfing the Internet and checking my mails. By this time, I have a piece of thought sparkled in my head_"How many such days are there ahead to be faced for me?". To this question, I have no exact answer, and I'm sure you won't either. We normally do our daily activities without noticing our uncertain tomorrows. We did in the past, we are doing now and ,almost certainly, we will be doing like this in the future. What is the real essence of being a human? What should we do to live our life to the full. How much time have we spent or left? After considering these questions, all I can do is nothing but determining myself to try the most to become a good person who will spread genuine love, care, sympathy and indifference to the ones around. I think my life would be better if I become such kind of person, rather than when I just do my boring routines forgetting to share my love and myself to others.
22 settembre 2019
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A Letter to Someone I Don't Wanna Meet A letter to the most disgusting person I have ever known. How are you? I hope you are doing well as always you have been. As for me, I'm not OK since the day the hidden side of you was revealed to me. You was my ideal type with great personality. I admired you a lot and imagined you being my future husband. But, I pretended to keep you a distance from me. Unluckily, you noticed my technique and you started to come into my life step by step without any effort. And then I was ready to respond to your love. At such romantic moment, your hidden playboy story was revealed to me by accident. How could you stab me in the back. I lost not only you but also myself. I couldn't find myself till now. I hate you for betraying me. I hate you for making me love. I hate you for stealing my soul. I hate you for.... Please stop pretending like a man with a heart of gold. I know you inside out and I know how rotten you are. Don't do this to other girls. I hate you as hell. I can't stop hating you which, in a way, means that I'm still loving you. I hate myself being so. Even though I know the dark side of you, I can't help loving you like a fool. I really want to go back the time before I met you. I think my life would be OK if I had not met you. 26.7.19
26 luglio 2019
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Free writing The monsoon has just come to our country, Myanmar. Everything around smells fresh and green and the weather is just fine enough for us. In our country, basically there are three seasons called the rainy season, the cold season and the hot season. Each has its own signature and attractiveness. But, I prefer the rainy season to the rest. I love everything about the rainy season which includes rain drops, lightning and thunder, the smell of earth after rain, seasonal flowers and fruits, etc. However, floods and storms are exception. Whenever it rains outside, I stay indoors, read a book or watch movie and enjoy the cozy weather to the full. Sometimes I just lie on my bed to hear the sound of raindrops falling over rooftop or I just sit in the balcony to watch raindrops falling to the ground. To me, the sound of rain dropping to the ground is the most beautiful symphony I have ever heard. The way the rain falling is also dramatically beautiful. Plus, lightning and thunder sometimes reinforce in painting the beauty of the nature. There is one more reason why I like the rainy season the most over the other two. This is because the rainy season always reminds me of my childhood life. The memories of my early life just reflect on my mind when it rains outside. And it is very beautiful to me. At times, I wish it could be the rainy season all year round because just four-month duration of the rainy season is not enough for me.
1 giugno 2019
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Introduction Hello everyone, My name is Khinenwe. I'm from Yangon, Myanmar. I'm already 23. I'm a degree holder in English. I'm very much interested in languages,in particular English and French. To be honest, I didn't do much consistent practice. So, I had less improvement in my language skills. But now, I made up my mind to learn and practise my language skills enthusiastically and consistently and so I have chosen this "italki" platform as my training ground. I hope I can make friends with you all and have an opportunity to improve my language skills. I'm very welcome to be guided and helped by all of you.
28 maggio 2019
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