One of the biggest skills I have is public speaking, it’s partly something that I was given as part of my nature and also something that I’ve strengthened and worked on through different professional and personal experiences. People often say “I’m a natural” at this kind of thing, and I don’t get nervous. •
This really does make me laugh. I used to get SO NERVOUS before I spoke. And my body had this weird reaction to nerves where my neck would actually freeze in a certain position and I would only be able to speak to one side of the room 😂. And this was happening during a time when I was doing loads of public speaking. •
Thank GOD, now I don’t get that same reaction to nerves. My neck flows smoothly when I speak 😁. But it should serve as a reminder to me that no matter what talent I have or experience to back that, I am never fully in control and the success I have is because it’s been given to me as a gift from God. A gift that I have to steward wisely, so that it glorifies God and benefits people. •
I love listening to old music. Reminiscing old stories. Remembering how was life at the point when you used to listen to this song. Adjusting more to who you’ve become. Remembering how you felt back then. How life led you to this mindset and how you reached this place solely. It reminds you of everything, every detail of your life at certain moments. Of certain car rides where you listened to this playlist and stared into the sky blankly and you got lost in time while the songs keep repeating and it feels like infinity and you’re not paying attention to the music or lyrics anymore. You just lost count. Count of the days you’ve lived, the people you’ve loved, the friends you’ve lost, the dreams you’ve had, your heartbeats, you tears and lost count of the stars. Raindrops start to veil the glass window making the world look more familiar. Making it sound more silent and peaceful. The world starts getting darker appearing at a more shadowy version after sunsets. People walk around like silhouettes, darker than the moonlight. Street lights passing by like flashing lights, flames in your eyes. Rain gets thicker blurring your once clear vision taking you to another world where strangers exit and walk around in the dim planet silently, feeling empty. And suddenly you realize the song is over. And you never got a chance to understand the lyrics or to feel the music. Sadness finds it’s way to your heart. Creeps in. And the ride is over.
I was so excited to purchase the #starttodayjournal for my sisters favorite things party this year.
I have wanted to journal for years, but never started. I finally started this year and it has been one of the best additions to my morning routine.
I tried bullet journaling, but that didn’t have enough structure for my wandering mind. I then just started writing down what I am grateful for every single day, and now I have added things/topics like these:
If I were being honest...
I am so happy and grateful now that I am...
I don’t know what I am doing most of the time, but I have noticed when you put things on paper and get them out of your head the game changes.
¿Qué pasaría si el mundo en el que vives, ya no es como era? ¿Qué arias para sobrevivir? Esta es la vida de un escritor que está de gira por Estados Unidos y un día antes de regresar a España, dan el toque de queda y nadie puede salir de dónde está. " Diario de un escritor. Apocalipsis zombie, volumen uno" Gracias y un saludo, Julio Moreno Escritor
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Late night works on randoms trails while sitting cosy in the dropping temperatures of winter nights
My prose will reflect accurate legal definitions because me.
Burglar v. Robber.
Burglary: the breaking and entering of a dwelling at night with intent to commit a felony therein.
Robbery: larceny (an unlawful taking and carrying away of the personal property of another with intent to permanently deprive) from the person of the victim by force or threat of violence.
🇬🇧🇹🇷 Rules / Kurallar
2 winners one Turkish, one Foreigner...
2 kazanan bir Türk, bir yabancı...
🇬🇧 1. Follow me. I should have access to your account either private or not.
2. Like this post.
3. State what you like me to write/draw for you and tag 3 friends down. All Turkish posts and English posts will be evaluated separately.
4. Share this post with a statement of your reason in your account and tag me. 🇹🇷 1. Beni takip edin. Gizli hesap da olsa hesabınıza erişimim olmalı.
2. Bu paylaşımı beğenin.
3. Sizin için ne çizmemi / yazmamı istediğinizi belirtin ve üç arkadaşınızı etiketleyin. Tüm Türkçe paylaşımlar ve diğerleri ayrı iki potada değerlendirilecektir.
4. Bu duyuruyu kendi hesabınızda katılmanızın nedenini bildiren bir açıklamayla paylaşıp beni etiketleyin. 🇬🇧🇹🇷 Winner / Kazanan
Last day 31st December 2018 midnight EPT
WINNER will receive the digital paper via DM after finalising the concept.
Son katılım 31 Aralık 2018 gece yarısı
KAZANAN aramızda kararlaştırılan konsepti dijital ortamda DM olarak alacak.
I am perfection in my own perfect way
Where would I be if it wasn't for God to show me the way that im perfect in every single whey
I do not need to take on their labels I'm free
One touch of my eyes were open
One-touch to free me
I never felt like this before I'm free I'm perfect in every way
Now I can sing and see my soul
who I truly am Now I can see my perfect beauty
It took one touch that open my eyes to allow me to know
I am perfection in my own unique perfect way
Where would I be if it wasn't for God to show me the way
In are own unique way everything is Perfection when we open our eyes to see the world in a different perception
Open up your eyes of the heart of your soul
One-touch to open
One-touch to know
One-touch to set me free
Where would I be if it wasn't for God you set me free
My hair is perfect in every way and so is my skin
I am perfection in my own unique perfect way
He set me free from a world of stigma and labels I don't need to fit into
The most beautiful thing he ever showed me was that I am perfection just the way I am
He whispers in my ear with living in a system that is in perfect in every way but we are perfection in everything we are
The day I found out I was perfection in every perfect way
One-touch to know
One-touch to free me
One-touch to make me whole
And now the world knows
Full Poem- “He’s There”
There’s a fear that crouches inside
the attics of the homes in the towns
of my mind.
He says, “look, you see, my time is
almost here, my time to be realized
and I look forward to opening this
He’s a decrepit thing, a thing
with no mass, yet still weighs.
He hides behind old chests and
wheel-able clothing racks, runs his
hand along the plastic that keeps
the dust off the sweaters, the
jackets. Like them, he is waiting to
be worn, to be felt again on bare
He says, “don’t pick up the pen,
you’ve written the same poem a
hundred times, your words are
falling flat, lifeless sentiments killed
by time- they move no one. Your
metaphors are weak, dated, your
thoughts bland, hot water but the
tea tin is empty. Stop wasting paper.”
When I do venture, I stay away from
the attics, climb the stairs but I don’t
pull on any overheads.
The tears are still wet with love and
pain, the blood still fills the capillaries
in my eyes, and a blank page is still
potential and not a thing that mocks or
makes me feel inadequate.
My metaphors are here and there,
but at least they come, and if I gave
them more love they would accept it-
I need to give them more love.
They aren’t dead yet.
My hands still want to write, they still
pretend they are legs strolling
through Pennsylvania pastures and
parading down the streets of the
cities I used to love.
I still feel things and things still hurt
me. I still love and love still hurts me.
But each day I awake to another
innocent thing stolen, another dream
left on the eisle unpainted, another
poem that I didn’t devote all of my
I still feel things, and things still hurt
But not as much as they did yesterday
If you are willing to learn to do those as well and you happen to be in Singapore, you can do it by atteinding:
WORKSHOP ORNAMENTAL LETTERING IN SINGAPORE | 2019
I am collaborating with @toolartsg to organize workshops in the beginning of next year.
I am going to conduct 2 workshops in Singapore from 28 February to 03 March, 2019, please read the information below:
1. Workshop Ornamental Design & Lettering: 28 Feb & 01 Mar, 2019 (2 full days)
2. Business Cursive and Signature Design: 02 & 03 March, 2019 (2 full days)
You can see more details and register to join our workshop via @toolartsg or www.toolart.sg
Thank you, I hope that I will meet you there and have a nice day.
What are your top 3 favourite words starting with A??
Tag some friends that might be interested 😉🙏
By the hand of @tri.shiba