we're just all fucking dust anyway

@margawrites

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A storm passed through the midst of nowhere, and some coffee stains and teardrops were falling at the same time. High on sanity, but you couldn’t tell. Not seems fucking interesting at first but I am pretty sure that this is going to end well.

Dark skies and cold nights are headed in the same direction as where someone’s headed to. They are always once dependent on their own so-called “world” and still coping with some war they have to deal with it just this year. It was always 3 am, and the very same routine happens, and ends up just whining about what life someone currently has, but it’s always more to that.

Others always have the urge to cry when they soulfully and wholeheartedly pawned their bodies in the wilderness of nothing.

Some felt relentless, authentic, and just deeply fucking sad for some reason. It has something to do with these powerful affirmations that these beings currently possess which “do wonders”, per sé.

Somehow, somewhere, someone is guiding us.

We always wanna know more. We wanna see more of these amazing changes if we started opening our fifth chakra on God knows where.

#margawrites

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these days my

heart is tender

i can feel it on my breasts

i hear it when i raise my voice

i can taste it on my hot wet tears

still an ocean

not just a glass of

water

too much but

he’s perfect

he loves to swim

to swim as far as he can

although

like anyone else

he gets thirsty

but he keeps coming back

so

the tears have long gone

become a part of

the ocean

and they have stopped

but the heart

is

sometimes

tender

#margawrites #randomrants

PARASITE - A reflection paper, as to how it goes when we were in our Primary School days.

It is 6 in the morning and I've recently watched this movie, hence I would really need to write this down or this idea might get off my brain when I wake up later.

The movie is 9/10. 1 is because; I was really confused at first and when I'm halfway there, I can see from a different perspective how did they come up with every detailed scene that they can the director can show us.

I was really impressed with how did they come up with the deets of the following:

The Smell

The Argument of the Poor People

Elitism

Poverty

It was really called a parasite for a reason. At first, I really thought that the parasite was the poor people (spoiler alert to those who did not watch it yet!) but I came to the realization of, both rich & poor people are the parasites in this movie.

It's quite obvious that the movie is about poverty and capitalism. The rich family is not described as the antagonists, but in their naivety and casual entitlement, their parasitic nature is laid bare! On the other hand, the poor ones were struggling to "praise" and even fight just to get a hold of these rich folks' scrap of meat just so they can survive their entire morality.

The film seems to be a concept of education, intelligence, and determination providing class mobility. Is it by nature or nurture?

#margawrites #randomrants

Idk why I find it hard to keep myself sober since April 2022. I know I do not have any alcohol issues back then but lately, I’ve been drinking for like, every weekend now! I swear, this isn’t healthy and I swear I do not like the feeling.

But don’t you sometimes feel trapped? Trapped in a situation you really don’t know what to feel anymore?

I am very content and happy with what has been going on with my life lately. But sometimes, I just want to disappear so I would see how everybody (even my so-called “friends”) would react without me.

This alcohol madness has been going for weeks now and I don’t like how I am getting used to it. I need to re-charge and re-start. I need to get out of here. I love my demons but I guess I love myself more.

#margawrites #randomrants

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Made a few proposals on how to handle Sales 101 with small entrepreneurs.

Here, of course I will be showing it to you.

We start our business at the very beginning of the process. The marketing stage.

Marketing emails and so on, that's where basically all of our clients came from.

Now, once the word has reached some of its target market, they eventually will be interested.

Regardless if they came from one of these channels. That interest will somehow ascend or rise and will dig deeper about our services than WILL SAVE THEIR MONEY because that’s what it’s all about and will lead them to: Scheduling a Strategy Session.

What does this strategy session do?

It simply fills out my freaking calendar. It doesn't end with that.

No matter how much time customization and time limitation you come up with calendly,they will book a meeting because they need to reach out to you.

One of the main reasons why I can't have lunch at my pace and whenever I want to.

What do we do to eliminate that kind of stress and rush at the same time?

We simply evaluate our prospects.

These prospects that are booking under your calendly doesn't mean that they are all potential clients.

Let's say, they are. Let's say 80% of the prospects are scheduling a strategy session from all these channels above here.

Let's say 50% of them haven't reached the target score for our client eligibility checker. Our target score for instance is 100%. We proceed with the Strategy Session.

Two things: either they sign up or not.

But all we know is that they are eligible. They just have to be our client.

If they are not eligible, mark them as non-qualified and let them know via email. Done.

That's it.

#marketing101 #sales101 #shitposting101

Hello, Stranger.

I know, been a while huh?

No such thing as a free time when some of your busy days are also the worst days of your life. I am here to tell you that I am very grateful for the life I've been dealing with right now. But that's what you thought. Right?

WRONG.

Made a couple of achievements this year but still ain't worth the count.

To be apolitical means keeping silent while others are oppressed.

Lately, I’ve been seeing too much bad news happening around the world also specifically, my country and I want to share something what’s on my thoughts and how did it changed me.

Let me tell you a bit of a story on how does my life look like back then: I myself is an apolitical person ever since I started working and ever since the government is collecting my taxes. I don’t care even if they get half of my salary and get basically nothing in return as long as I am getting my paycheck and I am living the life I wanted to on my own, then I’m good. This usually happens to all people as well; let’s say half or even seventy percent out of one hundred percent of the Filipino community are living their lives like they wanted to. Those people that we called “cancer”, I agree that I somehow became one of those by being fully blind of what I can do because I am super privileged and I know my rights as a citizen but I really don’t care at all and I realized, this is just not me. I deliver peace and harmony around my surroundings like how I started it with my family, friends and even foes. I came up to my senses and realized as well, what’s happening around the world right now is insane and I know that it is impossible for just a one person to stand up against this fucked up government that we have but hey, there are lots of people as well that are actually widening their sense of responsibility when it comes to their human rights and political views. 2020 came in and there’s scarcity, plague and literally bad news everywhere. And let me tell you friends one morning, while I was sipping my coffee and seeing all of this mess happening around me, there was this one friend of mine and he doesn’t watch any news or simply doesn’t care what on earth is happening right now. That very moment triggered me and that waken up my senses that this is the right time for me to stand up against the oppressed. Even if it’s not me nor my family, I have to do something. We all have to. Many lives are at too much risk and if you do have that heart to stand out for your fellowmen then start acting like it. If you are acting enough like you are a good citizen for your beloved country, here is the latest petition to junk “terror-bill” that just came up, I do not really have to go into details but I swear to God, this terror-bill that they’re about to publish is preposterous by just knowing that even ordinary citizens babbling about their government grievances may fall with its ambit. Sign the petition here: www.change.org/p/junk-the-anti-terrorism-bill-and-uphold-human-rights

You really think he was serious about me?

You believe that story quickly?

I am not the one who is to be 'loved'

For I have many demands and the highest standard.

I want to be shown off like he's proud

But he just play it off and pushes me around

I love the smell of his face and clothes

Not going to happen since he doesn't want them to smell like smoke.

No one ever in my entire life loved me sincerely

All these girls and guys are just happy with me

I make them guffaw until they die happily

Whilst I make my self sorrow painfully

Minimalism 101 - through this journey I've learned to value myself and my time more. That doesn't sound humble at all.

Before joining minimalism and the zero waste/low waste movement, I felt very insignificant. I didn't come from a rich family. I'm in the lower to middle class range. Most of my friends are upper middle class to rich. So, I always silently compared myself and the opportunities that I have against theirs.

If they're unhappy or unsatisfied (which I often see), then so am I, or I should be, right? What's my worth, I wondered.

But then I stumble upon this lifestyle and I thought it could help me, and it did. I learned to appreciate the simple things. Minimalists/essentialists aren't worried about what they don't have or what they lack. They trim off the fat, even. That way they can focus on what they actually want to do.

I didn't know what I wanted to do with my life, in a way, I still don't. But at least now, I don't worry so much about the things that I don't have which is a huge weight off my shoulders. Instead I gained a value system that I didn't have before. This value system makes me valuable.

But also, through this journey I have become more generous. Probably because I saw that I do have more room to give.

Humility it is. Other people's happiness before mine? Taking the journey towards a more sustainable life and valuing the health of the Earth over conveniences.

Curiosity kills the fucking cat

Everyday in my life, I am always curious. Random things that I am seeing down the street, in the hallway or in a staircase. I’m just so curious in every detail that if I see one, I just have to be very opinionated to it. Well not all, just a bunch of few that would attract my eyes and my mind to make a theory and jump to some conclusions about it.

Being curious for me is both a blessing and a curse. If you’re not that curious enough to what’s happening around you, you’ll end up puzzled. Puzzled for the rest of your life.

Curiosity kills. Now, does it? What will prevent you not being killed and at the same time, has lots of knowledge?

People will think or refer to you as a crazy individual. Crazy enough to do things that are beyond your ability. Well, I think it’s not crazy. I think it’s beautiful. Not really considering myself as one of those knowledgeable individuals but at least I get to share my constructed random thoughts which may seem unreal but yeah, it’s all me.

Tangible or intellectual, Science or Humanity, breathing or not, I just want to discuss it, that’s all.

The Wildflower may seem indestructible at first

Little did they know, her cry is the bloody worst.

She may be focused on her goals as you see

Here’s a secret; she has a little friend whose name’s synonymous to anxiety.

What a chaos she turned out to be

It’s because she’s always left behind, apparently.

When she cries for help, no one’s there

But in times of her success, everyone gets to touch her hair.

By the time you see her wearing clean shoes,

You can already tell; she already cleared up all her issues.

This woman just wants to feel to be a girl again

To have a shoulder beside her and rest to think when did these all began.

At the dark side of the room, there she lies

Trying to dry the tears dropping from her eyes.

She’s always emotional at no certain reason

The least she can do is not to end up in any prison.

A night owl, she became for just overthinking

Which also include her worst habits; oversleeping and overeating.

The night has become her best friend

But every morning and dawn, she cries silently like it’s the end.

What’s wrong with her? This child they once knew was the happiest

How ironic that when the sun already comes out, she’s the loneliest.

She was, back then was strong and motivated

But whenever her friend is fucking her up, she’s slowly being faded.

What's up, World? What has gotten into you lately? The earth where we live right now is chaotic. A total nightmare and disaster. What would the next generation are about to see in this hideous planet we're in? I ain't talking about a single clue here and never did I mention or will mention it throughout this text post, but I am a hundred percent sure you know what I am babbling about.

I am seeing a lot of bad vibes in my newsfeed lately. So I went out on Facebook once again. Good thing I have this place right here which is my only escape. Not only my dark lighted Pink room but of course my online evil diary is always to the rescue. At first, no one seems to be noticing this plague, a bunch of individuals are posting memes and doesn't give a single shit about it. But hey, look what it had become with the power of all your underestimation. This will eventually end your success, your dreams, your loved ones and your sad lives.

All I am fuzzing about is, you just do not simply hoard all the fucking alcohol in the world. Just fucking take a bath, follow some protocols from the government of which country you are from and simply fucking stay at your home. This will benefit a whole lot of living things, from what I can see. Imagine that for fourteen days you ain't going nowhere, you ain't driving your car and you don't curse and judge anything you see down the streets? What a peaceful fourteen days that would be. You know what I mean.

Anyway, keep safe, you lizard.

It isn't even my PMS season just yet but here I am, crying in a hot season. I know it's my anxiety again but deep inside, I really know that I'm still hurting. I have no exact clue what keeps me crying for no reason at all. I just believe that if someone doesn't adore or see you beautifully at all, then you are just a dump garbage to them. It's the little things hurt me the most. I am not really sure why but my heart is fragile as a flying fuck. Whenever I stop talking to someone close to me, it hurts me seeing them hurting so it will become my fault. Oh no dear, let me tell you, it's so the other way around. It hurts me a fucking lot but I would just leave the shit behind, per se. OH MY HEART HURTS SO GOOD.

It's Tuesday by the way.

Since it's Monday today and there is really nothing to talk about, I will be sharing to you what my future dates are gonna be like (if I am ever going to have a boyfriend or girlfriend again in my fucking life)

Pure plain dates on our entire year one while I get to know him and he gets to know me, we are finally going to get our own apartment on our first anniversary.

We're both going to practice Minimalism and plan our travels every other month.

We're going to find and see museums and fuck in the bathroom if we got the chance. We're going to select our favorite park where we know someday, if we had a serious fight (which I believe not) we're going to see each other on the same spot. I'd like to see myself every days off from work wearing his hoodie and fingering me while we watch our favorite movie or series. He'd be my photographer on every place we go and I will take care of him for the rest of my life. Whatever we do, we got each other's back. I guess that ain't too much to ask for. Also, what I would love to do the most is, get lost in a far away place with him (preferably: ocean location) and never go back to the crowded and noisy place again.

Halliyaiyow

I'm not happy. I'm not even sad. I just do not know what to feel with all the feelings bursting from within.

The boobs doesn't concern anything. They're also not mine. Hope I just caught your attention, you whore. Fuck you.

It's me. It's really me. Writing down my thoughts today. I have accomplished so many things but I am not satisfied just yet. I like always rewarding myself with things and whatnot and somehow I kind of realize that I am already contented of what I have right now and it just doesn't add up to me at all, personaly.

When can I find peace? When will I ever find legitimate happiness in one pace? I am done de-cluttering my closet and my friends. When will I de-clutter my soul and my mind?

I would want me to stop smoking as well but I just can't help inhaling the best cause of cancer it would give me. I am feeling at ease when I smoke cigarette. I feel like my soul's cleaned when I do take a sip of coffee.

When will I ever stop giving my body a hard time with all these "coping mechanism" that really isn't coping anything at all?

When will I finally give up all my wrong-doings that's causing me to overthink for the next few hours?

How much more will I risk?

This is totally getting out of hand. I do not feel normal everyday. I feel fucking nauseous by just thinking how sad I am. I tend to smoke pot and drink alcohol until I am becoming extremely happy at that very moment.

Not even thinking of joining the bandwagon of today's generation called depression but I think I belong to the circle now.

So this is what it fucking feels like. My heart is like having an actual heart attack. I cannot go in detail any longer because I don't want you to be sad, too.

Apparently, I myself is a fucking toxic person.

I think that is the reason why I deserve this feeling. A feeling that will slowly rott your soul in hell with all the other demons there.

Really, sounds exciting. Just by imagining the looks of it makes me just want to dive right in.

I'm not strong. And I don't like it. It ain't me. I don't actually look like myself anymore.

Literally everything right now isn't even worth it. I'm in deep trauma.

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