Read it until finish – don’t stop

Today was absolutely worst day ever

And don’t try to convince me that

There’s something good in every day

Because, when you take a closer look,

This world is a pretty evil place.

Even if

Some goodness does shine through once in a while

Satisfaction and happiness don’t last.

And it’s not true that

It’s all in the mind and heart


True happiness can be obtained

Only if one’s surrounding are good

It’s not true that good exist

I’m sure you can agree that

The reality


My attitude

It’s all beyond my control

And you’ll never in a million years hear me say that

Today was a good day

Now read from bottom to top

Reading this text makes me think that most of us want to do or want to get something quickly. In order to do it, it’s not just once or twice times we stop in the half way. When reading the text up there, I thought not to read it until finish because I thought that I have got the message. But I was totally wrong. When I read the last sentence, I just started to really understand what it wanted to tell me. What would happen if I ended reading in the middle of the text? I wouldn’t get the message, maybe I would get the wrong one.

I think it’s similar with our daily life. Some people decide to quit doing something when they think that they have known everything and its situation is not support them or they find something different from their imagine, while the other keep faithful in doing something they believe will bring good to them, even the chance is very little and it seems to be impossible.

What I want to say is all of us have a choice to stop in the middle of our work when we think it is hopeless, or we rather choose to go forward and keep believe even we haven’t seen the ending yet. Maybe when we get there, we will find some surprise. Maybe after we get the finish line, we will understand what have we did and why we have to did it, even actually it was not what we want.

Once again, it’s your choice to quit or go forward. Please choose wisely…


Their story – stop bullying #finale

My name’s Gaby. I am 13 years old. My friends made me fun because I was fat. They called me ‘fatty’. I knew I am fat. And I wanted to reduce my weight. Since last week I have not eat breakfast and dinner. I eat once a day. But it was so painful. I got starving. Nevertheless, I had to do it. I didn’t want my friends called my ‘fatty’ anymore…


My name’s Harry. I didn’t mean to make some noise. It was Tom. He pushed me down. I didn’t do something wrong. I just nudged Tom, and he got angry. Of course it was an accident. I got headache. My head got heavy. Was I sick? No, I was fine, really. I was OK. The wounds on my hands? Oh Tom made them when he pushed me. Believe me, I told the truth. Ok, ok, I will tell you. My dad made them yesterday. He was drunk when he went home last night. He beat me. But I’m fine. It is common for me. His beating is my daily bread…


Do you think you know everything about us? You are totally wrong. You do know nothing bout us, so don’t ever try to judge us. What do you feel if somebody you don’t know well speaks something about you, and in addition, it’s not true and just hurt you? Please consider it and stop talking bout others.


Their story – stop bullying #2

They did it again, the uneducated youths. They made funny my scar. They called my ‘wizard’. Oh, I forget to introduce myself. Call me Daniel. About the youths, oh they are the scholars that live in a rent house few blocks from here. You see, my face is terrible. Look at this ugly scar. Yes, the one on my left cheek. It is so long and deep. Kids cried when they saw my face. You see my nose, it was broke before. Thanks God it got better. You wonder how can I get these, don’t you? Well, I used to be a soldier. I joined the World War II. I fought for this country. All of you haven’t been born that time. These scars, I got it in war, and they made me proud. Not only on my face, but I had one on my right shoulder, one on my left leg and on my back. It made me sad, when strangers, oh and the childish ones, made them funny.


What are you looking for? Do you make fun of me like other boys? Is it the first time you see a man cry? Just leave me alone. My name is Edmund, and I know what you think, man should not cry like me, only woman did it. So that’s why you spoke behind me. I bet if you stand on my feet right know, you will do the same thing. My mom, she is in the hospital. The day before yesterday she suddenly got unconscious. And she has been like that until today. Doctor can’t do anything. She gets worse. You know, I am sad, scare, confuse. I want to do something, but I can do nothing. I don’t want to lose her. She is the only one I have…


Hello, my name’s Felice. I hate them, the white girls. They think they are the prettiest ones in this universe just because their skins are white. And me, I am ugly because I am not white, that’s what they speak. Every girl in this world wants to be pretty. Measuring pretty girl by her skin color, it’s so shallow. Being a black woman is not my choice. I was born this way. If I can choose I wanna be a white one so I can marry the man I love. He is a white man. We love each other, but our family, they refuse our relationship just because I am black. My boyfriend’s parents forbid him meet me. So do my parents. I think it’s unfair. I love him so much. It’s so painful, can’t be together with the one I love. I hate my skin…


Their story – stop bullying #1

My name’s Anna. I am 18 years old. I have a problem at school, not a big one. You know, when I walked pass my friends, they mocked me, they yelled to me, called me ‘slut’. I have a beautiful face, I don’t neglect it, and I did go out with some boys on the past. I don’t know where that wrong idea came from. Betty, my bestie, told me that some boys saw my walked with an old man. I just don’t get it. How could they think me a naughty girl. I just walked with my dad and they gossiped me. The boys even tried to seduce me, asked me to sleep with them, they even tried to offer some money. Of course I refused. But what did I get? They mocked me more. You know it was bothering me. I am not a prostitute. I am a nice girl, how can they do it to me… I don’t care anymore. Let them say what they want. Just for your information, I’m still virgin.


Hi, my name’s Bob. I am 16 years old. I don’t have a friend. Why? Because I am poor. The kids in my class didn’t want to talk with me. Instead of call me by name, they called me ‘the poor boy’. My clothes aren’t as good as theirs. My shoes aren’t new too. I even use an old book, because the new one is too expensive. So what if I am poor and they are rich? Is it a problem? They are just lucky because their parents are rich and mine aren’t. But, should they bully me. They didn’t know what I did to make a living. They didn’t know that I had to work after school, until late night. I had to do it for helping my mom. I had three younger siblings and my dad was no longer alive. Ok, I admit I am poor. But I want to be a success man in the future.


Clement, that’s my name, but they called me ‘gay boy’. I know it was my mistake when I confess to Jim, the basketball captain. I just didn’t suppose that he would punch me. You know I get punched by the boy I liked. It was very hurt. My nightmare was not over yet. Jim told his team about my confession and they started to bully me. I never thought Jim was capable doing it. Is it funny to laugh me? I just like him. I know it was wrong. First, I was wrong for liking a boy, and the second, he was Jim. You know, being a gay is not my dream. Liking a boy is not what I want. You hate me because I like boy, me too. I hate myself too. I think talking to somebody will help me. But it’s totally wrong. I should keep it for myself. Maybe my existence is a mistake too. I should not be here, in this universe…