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Sunny Oputa | Creative mind & media enthusiast 🎥 Telling stories through visuals, faith, and real-life moments. Driven by purpose and growing daily.

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The day I realized that nobody is coming to save me. Growing up, life was never easy for me. From my early teenage years, while many people my age were enjoying life, I was already struggling to survive. I started smoking fish in bulk for one of my aunties just to earn daily payment. Every morning, I would stand for hours around fire, heat, and heavy smoke. The work was stressful, but I did it joyfully because I knew survival depended on it. I became very fast at it. In just four hours, I could prepare up to 10 cartons of fish and arrange them neatly on the racks for drying. People were always surprised at how hardworking I was at such a young age. But deep down, my body was suffering. The smoke affected me badly. My eyes burned constantly, my chest often felt heavy, and coughing became part of my daily life. There were even nights I would suddenly wake up unable to breathe properly. In those moments, it felt like life was slowly leaving my body. But I kept going. Stopping meant no payment. Stopping meant hunger. Stopping meant becoming helpless. As I grew older, life became even harder. Responsibilities increased, disappointments came, and many times I felt completely alone. I kept hoping somebody would notice my struggles and help change my story. Then one day, reality hit me. I sat alone, emotionally exhausted, hoping someone would check on me or simply ask if I was okay. But nobody called. Nobody came. That was the day I realized nobody was coming to save me. At first, it broke me. But later, it changed me. I realized that if my life was going to change, I had to stop waiting for rescue and start becoming my own rescue. So I kept pushing. I became stronger mentally. I learned how to survive pain quietly. I learned how to keep moving even when life felt heavy. Looking back now, I realize those difficult moments were building strength inside me all along. The day I realized nobody was coming to save me was painful, but it was also the day I truly started growing. And even today, I am still evolving, still healing, and becoming an even better version of myself. @official_QV @unkle_renzoo @john322226 @Justina_Omaya @shezzzz_weird @it_Rutie
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OPUTA@james_oputa

The day I realized that nobody is coming to save me. Growing up, life was never easy for me. From my early teenage years, while many people my age were enjoying life, I was already struggling to survive. I started smoking fish in bulk for one of my aunties just to earn daily payment. Every morning, I would stand for hours around fire, heat, and heavy smoke. The work was stressful, but I did it joyfully because I knew survival depended on it. I became very fast at it. In just four hours, I could prepare up to 10 cartons of fish and arrange them neatly on the racks for drying. People were always surprised at how hardworking I was at such a young age. But deep down, my body was suffering. The smoke affected me badly. My eyes burned constantly, my chest often felt heavy, and coughing became part of my daily life. There were even nights I would suddenly wake up unable to breathe properly. In those moments, it felt like life was slowly leaving my body. But I kept going. Stopping meant no payment. Stopping meant hunger. Stopping meant becoming helpless. As I grew older, life became even harder. Responsibilities increased, disappointments came, and many times I felt completely alone. I kept hoping somebody would notice my struggles and help change my story. Then one day, reality hit me. I sat alone, emotionally exhausted, hoping someone would check on me or simply ask if I was okay. But nobody called. Nobody came. That was the day I realized nobody was coming to save me. At first, it broke me. But later, it changed me. I realized that if my life was going to change, I had to stop waiting for rescue and start becoming my own rescue. So I kept pushing. I became stronger mentally. I learned how to survive pain quietly. I learned how to keep moving even when life felt heavy. Looking back now, I realize those difficult moments were building strength inside me all along. The day I realized nobody was coming to save me was painful, but it was also the day I truly started growing. And even today, I am still evolving, still healing, and becoming an even better version of myself. @official_QV @unkle_renzoo @john322226 @Justina_Omaya @shezzzz_weird @it_Rutie

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OPUTA@james_oputa·
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The day I realized that nobody is coming to save me. Growing up, life was never easy for me. From my early teenage years, while many people my age were enjoying life, I was already struggling to survive. I started smoking fish in bulk for one of my aunties just to earn daily payment. Every morning, I would stand for hours around fire, heat, and heavy smoke. The work was stressful, but I did it joyfully because I knew survival depended on it. I became very fast at it. In just four hours, I could prepare up to 10 cartons of fish and arrange them neatly on the racks for drying. People were always surprised at how hardworking I was at such a young age. But deep down, my body was suffering. The smoke affected me badly. My eyes burned constantly, my chest often felt heavy, and coughing became part of my daily life. There were even nights I would suddenly wake up unable to breathe properly. In those moments, it felt like life was slowly leaving my body. But I kept going. Stopping meant no payment. Stopping meant hunger. Stopping meant becoming helpless. As I grew older, life became even harder. Responsibilities increased, disappointments came, and many times I felt completely alone. I kept hoping somebody would notice my struggles and help change my story. Then one day, reality hit me. I sat alone, emotionally exhausted, hoping someone would check on me or simply ask if I was okay. But nobody called. Nobody came. That was the day I realized nobody was coming to save me. At first, it broke me. But later, it changed me. I realized that if my life was going to change, I had to stop waiting for rescue and start becoming my own rescue. So I kept pushing. I became stronger mentally. I learned how to survive pain quietly. I learned how to keep moving even when life felt heavy. Looking back now, I realize those difficult moments were building strength inside me all along. The day I realized nobody was coming to save me was painful, but it was also the day I truly started growing. And even today, I am still evolving, still healing, and becoming an even better version of myself. @official_QV @unkle_renzoo @john322226 @Justina_Omaya @shezzzz_weird @it_Rutie

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The day I realized that nobody is coming to save me. Growing up, life was never easy for me. From my early teenage years, while many people my age were enjoying life, I was already struggling to survive. I started smoking fish in bulk for one of my aunties just to earn daily payment. Every morning, I would stand for hours around fire, heat, and heavy smoke. The work was stressful, but I did it joyfully because I knew survival depended on it. I became very fast at it. In just four hours, I could prepare up to 10 cartons of fish and arrange them neatly on the racks for drying. People were always surprised at how hardworking I was at such a young age. But deep down, my body was suffering. The smoke affected me badly. My eyes burned constantly, my chest often felt heavy, and coughing became part of my daily life. There were even nights I would suddenly wake up unable to breathe properly. In those moments, it felt like life was slowly leaving my body. But I kept going. Stopping meant no payment. Stopping meant hunger. Stopping meant becoming helpless. As I grew older, life became even harder. Responsibilities increased, disappointments came, and many times I felt completely alone. I kept hoping somebody would notice my struggles and help change my story. Then one day, reality hit me. I sat alone, emotionally exhausted, hoping someone would check on me or simply ask if I was okay. But nobody called. Nobody came. That was the day I realized nobody was coming to save me. At first, it broke me. But later, it changed me. I realized that if my life was going to change, I had to stop waiting for rescue and start becoming my own rescue. So I kept pushing. I became stronger mentally. I learned how to survive pain quietly. I learned how to keep moving even when life felt heavy. Looking back now, I realize those difficult moments were building strength inside me all along. The day I realized nobody was coming to save me was painful, but it was also the day I truly started growing. And even today, I am still evolving, still healing, and becoming an even better version of myself. @official_QV @unkle_renzoo @john322226 @Justina_Omaya @shezzzz_weird @it_Rutie

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元鈴木さん
元鈴木さん@Motosuzukisan·
二の腕、世に言う肩幅気になる方のこともCINEMATIQ考えて作ってるから夏も安心してくれ…! 脇チラしないフレア袖、長め半袖、五分袖沢山揃えてしっかり摩耶化すことを必死で考えてます🫶💖
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@Motosuzukisan 二の腕太いせいでこんなにも横幅に影響及ぼすなんて思ってなかったです。 夏がつらいです…

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The day I realized that nobody is coming to save me. Growing up, life was never easy for me. From my early teenage years, while many people my age were enjoying life, I was already struggling to survive. I started smoking fish in bulk for one of my aunties just to earn daily payment. Every morning, I would stand for hours around fire, heat, and heavy smoke. The work was stressful, but I did it joyfully because I knew survival depended on it. I became very fast at it. In just four hours, I could prepare up to 10 cartons of fish and arrange them neatly on the racks for drying. People were always surprised at how hardworking I was at such a young age. But deep down, my body was suffering. The smoke affected me badly. My eyes burned constantly, my chest often felt heavy, and coughing became part of my daily life. There were even nights I would suddenly wake up unable to breathe properly. In those moments, it felt like life was slowly leaving my body. But I kept going. Stopping meant no payment. Stopping meant hunger. Stopping meant becoming helpless. As I grew older, life became even harder. Responsibilities increased, disappointments came, and many times I felt completely alone. I kept hoping somebody would notice my struggles and help change my story. Then one day, reality hit me. I sat alone, emotionally exhausted, hoping someone would check on me or simply ask if I was okay. But nobody called. Nobody came. That was the day I realized nobody was coming to save me. At first, it broke me. But later, it changed me. I realized that if my life was going to change, I had to stop waiting for rescue and start becoming my own rescue. So I kept pushing. I became stronger mentally. I learned how to survive pain quietly. I learned how to keep moving even when life felt heavy. Looking back now, I realize those difficult moments were building strength inside me all along. The day I realized nobody was coming to save me was painful, but it was also the day I truly started growing. And even today, I am still evolving, still healing, and becoming an even better version of myself. @official_QV @unkle_renzoo @john322226 @Justina_Omaya @shezzzz_weird @it_Rutie

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The day I realized that nobody is coming to save me. Growing up, life was never easy for me. From my early teenage years, while many people my age were enjoying life, I was already struggling to survive. I started smoking fish in bulk for one of my aunties just to earn daily payment. Every morning, I would stand for hours around fire, heat, and heavy smoke. The work was stressful, but I did it joyfully because I knew survival depended on it. I became very fast at it. In just four hours, I could prepare up to 10 cartons of fish and arrange them neatly on the racks for drying. People were always surprised at how hardworking I was at such a young age. But deep down, my body was suffering. The smoke affected me badly. My eyes burned constantly, my chest often felt heavy, and coughing became part of my daily life. There were even nights I would suddenly wake up unable to breathe properly. In those moments, it felt like life was slowly leaving my body. But I kept going. Stopping meant no payment. Stopping meant hunger. Stopping meant becoming helpless. As I grew older, life became even harder. Responsibilities increased, disappointments came, and many times I felt completely alone. I kept hoping somebody would notice my struggles and help change my story. Then one day, reality hit me. I sat alone, emotionally exhausted, hoping someone would check on me or simply ask if I was okay. But nobody called. Nobody came. That was the day I realized nobody was coming to save me. At first, it broke me. But later, it changed me. I realized that if my life was going to change, I had to stop waiting for rescue and start becoming my own rescue. So I kept pushing. I became stronger mentally. I learned how to survive pain quietly. I learned how to keep moving even when life felt heavy. Looking back now, I realize those difficult moments were building strength inside me all along. The day I realized nobody was coming to save me was painful, but it was also the day I truly started growing. And even today, I am still evolving, still healing, and becoming an even better version of myself. @official_QV @unkle_renzoo @john322226 @Justina_Omaya @shezzzz_weird @it_Rutie

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The day I realized that nobody is coming to save me. Growing up, life was never easy for me. From my early teenage years, while many people my age were enjoying life, I was already struggling to survive. I started smoking fish in bulk for one of my aunties just to earn daily payment. Every morning, I would stand for hours around fire, heat, and heavy smoke. The work was stressful, but I did it joyfully because I knew survival depended on it. I became very fast at it. In just four hours, I could prepare up to 10 cartons of fish and arrange them neatly on the racks for drying. People were always surprised at how hardworking I was at such a young age. But deep down, my body was suffering. The smoke affected me badly. My eyes burned constantly, my chest often felt heavy, and coughing became part of my daily life. There were even nights I would suddenly wake up unable to breathe properly. In those moments, it felt like life was slowly leaving my body. But I kept going. Stopping meant no payment. Stopping meant hunger. Stopping meant becoming helpless. As I grew older, life became even harder. Responsibilities increased, disappointments came, and many times I felt completely alone. I kept hoping somebody would notice my struggles and help change my story. Then one day, reality hit me. I sat alone, emotionally exhausted, hoping someone would check on me or simply ask if I was okay. But nobody called. Nobody came. That was the day I realized nobody was coming to save me. At first, it broke me. But later, it changed me. I realized that if my life was going to change, I had to stop waiting for rescue and start becoming my own rescue. So I kept pushing. I became stronger mentally. I learned how to survive pain quietly. I learned how to keep moving even when life felt heavy. Looking back now, I realize those difficult moments were building strength inside me all along. The day I realized nobody was coming to save me was painful, but it was also the day I truly started growing. And even today, I am still evolving, still healing, and becoming an even better version of myself. @official_QV @unkle_renzoo @john322226 @Justina_Omaya @shezzzz_weird @it_Rutie

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田村 心
田村 心@shinta1024·
ペコポン侵略ミュージカル 『#ケロロ軍曹』 追加情報色々解禁されました! ドロロ兵長にとって大切な 東谷小雪を演じるのは 他作品でみんなの妹だった有沙です。 周りから笑顔が同じだと 言われていました。笑 ドロロと小雪として 隣に並べるの楽しみ!! #ケロミュ
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◤◢◤◢ 🆕続報🆕 ◤◢◤◢ ペコポン侵略ミュージカル 『#ケロロ軍曹』 ◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢     🐸追加メインキャスト 🐸来場者イベント 🐸ケロロ小隊キャスト5名のソロビジュアル を公開❢ ケロロ小隊キャスト5名からコメントも💬✨ marv.jp/special/keroro… 📍2026.9.18(金)~9.27(日) 日本青年館ホールにて上演🎶 🌎公式HP marv.jp/special/keroro… 🌎公式Instagram instagram.com/keroro_musical/ 🌎公式TikTok @keroro_musical" target="_blank" rel="nofollow noopener">tiktok.com/@keroro_musical #ケロミュ

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OPUTA@james_oputa·
OPUTA@james_oputa

The day I realized that nobody is coming to save me. Growing up, life was never easy for me. From my early teenage years, while many people my age were enjoying life, I was already struggling to survive. I started smoking fish in bulk for one of my aunties just to earn daily payment. Every morning, I would stand for hours around fire, heat, and heavy smoke. The work was stressful, but I did it joyfully because I knew survival depended on it. I became very fast at it. In just four hours, I could prepare up to 10 cartons of fish and arrange them neatly on the racks for drying. People were always surprised at how hardworking I was at such a young age. But deep down, my body was suffering. The smoke affected me badly. My eyes burned constantly, my chest often felt heavy, and coughing became part of my daily life. There were even nights I would suddenly wake up unable to breathe properly. In those moments, it felt like life was slowly leaving my body. But I kept going. Stopping meant no payment. Stopping meant hunger. Stopping meant becoming helpless. As I grew older, life became even harder. Responsibilities increased, disappointments came, and many times I felt completely alone. I kept hoping somebody would notice my struggles and help change my story. Then one day, reality hit me. I sat alone, emotionally exhausted, hoping someone would check on me or simply ask if I was okay. But nobody called. Nobody came. That was the day I realized nobody was coming to save me. At first, it broke me. But later, it changed me. I realized that if my life was going to change, I had to stop waiting for rescue and start becoming my own rescue. So I kept pushing. I became stronger mentally. I learned how to survive pain quietly. I learned how to keep moving even when life felt heavy. Looking back now, I realize those difficult moments were building strength inside me all along. The day I realized nobody was coming to save me was painful, but it was also the day I truly started growing. And even today, I am still evolving, still healing, and becoming an even better version of myself. @official_QV @unkle_renzoo @john322226 @Justina_Omaya @shezzzz_weird @it_Rutie

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愛国心の足りないなまけ者 にきめっ!
信じられるか、世界中がオイルショックで大変だって時に うちの国の与党は、お子様ランチの日の丸を国旗損壊罪に等かどうかを議論してんだぞ。 これもう世界一の愚者の国だろ。
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「お子様ランチの旗」は対象外 自民PT、国旗損壊の法案骨子案 mainichi.jp/20260522/k00/0…

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OPUTA@james_oputa·
OPUTA@james_oputa

The day I realized that nobody is coming to save me. Growing up, life was never easy for me. From my early teenage years, while many people my age were enjoying life, I was already struggling to survive. I started smoking fish in bulk for one of my aunties just to earn daily payment. Every morning, I would stand for hours around fire, heat, and heavy smoke. The work was stressful, but I did it joyfully because I knew survival depended on it. I became very fast at it. In just four hours, I could prepare up to 10 cartons of fish and arrange them neatly on the racks for drying. People were always surprised at how hardworking I was at such a young age. But deep down, my body was suffering. The smoke affected me badly. My eyes burned constantly, my chest often felt heavy, and coughing became part of my daily life. There were even nights I would suddenly wake up unable to breathe properly. In those moments, it felt like life was slowly leaving my body. But I kept going. Stopping meant no payment. Stopping meant hunger. Stopping meant becoming helpless. As I grew older, life became even harder. Responsibilities increased, disappointments came, and many times I felt completely alone. I kept hoping somebody would notice my struggles and help change my story. Then one day, reality hit me. I sat alone, emotionally exhausted, hoping someone would check on me or simply ask if I was okay. But nobody called. Nobody came. That was the day I realized nobody was coming to save me. At first, it broke me. But later, it changed me. I realized that if my life was going to change, I had to stop waiting for rescue and start becoming my own rescue. So I kept pushing. I became stronger mentally. I learned how to survive pain quietly. I learned how to keep moving even when life felt heavy. Looking back now, I realize those difficult moments were building strength inside me all along. The day I realized nobody was coming to save me was painful, but it was also the day I truly started growing. And even today, I am still evolving, still healing, and becoming an even better version of myself. @official_QV @unkle_renzoo @john322226 @Justina_Omaya @shezzzz_weird @it_Rutie

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OPUTA@james_oputa·
OPUTA@james_oputa

The day I realized that nobody is coming to save me. Growing up, life was never easy for me. From my early teenage years, while many people my age were enjoying life, I was already struggling to survive. I started smoking fish in bulk for one of my aunties just to earn daily payment. Every morning, I would stand for hours around fire, heat, and heavy smoke. The work was stressful, but I did it joyfully because I knew survival depended on it. I became very fast at it. In just four hours, I could prepare up to 10 cartons of fish and arrange them neatly on the racks for drying. People were always surprised at how hardworking I was at such a young age. But deep down, my body was suffering. The smoke affected me badly. My eyes burned constantly, my chest often felt heavy, and coughing became part of my daily life. There were even nights I would suddenly wake up unable to breathe properly. In those moments, it felt like life was slowly leaving my body. But I kept going. Stopping meant no payment. Stopping meant hunger. Stopping meant becoming helpless. As I grew older, life became even harder. Responsibilities increased, disappointments came, and many times I felt completely alone. I kept hoping somebody would notice my struggles and help change my story. Then one day, reality hit me. I sat alone, emotionally exhausted, hoping someone would check on me or simply ask if I was okay. But nobody called. Nobody came. That was the day I realized nobody was coming to save me. At first, it broke me. But later, it changed me. I realized that if my life was going to change, I had to stop waiting for rescue and start becoming my own rescue. So I kept pushing. I became stronger mentally. I learned how to survive pain quietly. I learned how to keep moving even when life felt heavy. Looking back now, I realize those difficult moments were building strength inside me all along. The day I realized nobody was coming to save me was painful, but it was also the day I truly started growing. And even today, I am still evolving, still healing, and becoming an even better version of myself. @official_QV @unkle_renzoo @john322226 @Justina_Omaya @shezzzz_weird @it_Rutie

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丘山晴己 / HARUKI KIYAMA
#ケロロ軍曹 爆イケクルル様よろしくお願いします❤️❤️❤️😂‼️ クルルらしく大暴れしたいです😂✨‼️大好きなキャストもいっぱいたにちみいい
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◤◢◤◢ 🆕続報🆕 ◤◢◤◢ ペコポン侵略ミュージカル 『#ケロロ軍曹』 ◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢     🐸追加メインキャスト 🐸来場者イベント 🐸ケロロ小隊キャスト5名のソロビジュアル を公開❢ ケロロ小隊キャスト5名からコメントも💬✨ marv.jp/special/keroro… 📍2026.9.18(金)~9.27(日) 日本青年館ホールにて上演🎶 🌎公式HP marv.jp/special/keroro… 🌎公式Instagram instagram.com/keroro_musical/ 🌎公式TikTok @keroro_musical" target="_blank" rel="nofollow noopener">tiktok.com/@keroro_musical #ケロミュ

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The day I realized that nobody is coming to save me. Growing up, life was never easy for me. From my early teenage years, while many people my age were enjoying life, I was already struggling to survive. I started smoking fish in bulk for one of my aunties just to earn daily payment. Every morning, I would stand for hours around fire, heat, and heavy smoke. The work was stressful, but I did it joyfully because I knew survival depended on it. I became very fast at it. In just four hours, I could prepare up to 10 cartons of fish and arrange them neatly on the racks for drying. People were always surprised at how hardworking I was at such a young age. But deep down, my body was suffering. The smoke affected me badly. My eyes burned constantly, my chest often felt heavy, and coughing became part of my daily life. There were even nights I would suddenly wake up unable to breathe properly. In those moments, it felt like life was slowly leaving my body. But I kept going. Stopping meant no payment. Stopping meant hunger. Stopping meant becoming helpless. As I grew older, life became even harder. Responsibilities increased, disappointments came, and many times I felt completely alone. I kept hoping somebody would notice my struggles and help change my story. Then one day, reality hit me. I sat alone, emotionally exhausted, hoping someone would check on me or simply ask if I was okay. But nobody called. Nobody came. That was the day I realized nobody was coming to save me. At first, it broke me. But later, it changed me. I realized that if my life was going to change, I had to stop waiting for rescue and start becoming my own rescue. So I kept pushing. I became stronger mentally. I learned how to survive pain quietly. I learned how to keep moving even when life felt heavy. Looking back now, I realize those difficult moments were building strength inside me all along. The day I realized nobody was coming to save me was painful, but it was also the day I truly started growing. And even today, I am still evolving, still healing, and becoming an even better version of myself. @official_QV @unkle_renzoo @john322226 @Justina_Omaya @shezzzz_weird @it_Rutie

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吉藤オリィ
吉藤オリィ@origamicat·
今は亡き仲間、ALSだった榊さん 榊さんは病室に来られる女性スタッフに「今日も綺麗ですね」とOriHimeで手を振り伝え、人気者だった 「入院のコツは、スタッフと仲良くなる事です」 榊さんの教えは、必ず覚えておきたい
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サイネージなるほどねーと思いながら読み進めていて最後に【扱われ方がかわる】の一言にドキっとしました 医療従事者ですが初対面で意思疎通のできない方に対する扱いはぞんざいになりやすいのは確かで尊厳を守るためにもいいアイディアとおもいました

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OPUTA@james_oputa·
OPUTA@james_oputa

The day I realized that nobody is coming to save me. Growing up, life was never easy for me. From my early teenage years, while many people my age were enjoying life, I was already struggling to survive. I started smoking fish in bulk for one of my aunties just to earn daily payment. Every morning, I would stand for hours around fire, heat, and heavy smoke. The work was stressful, but I did it joyfully because I knew survival depended on it. I became very fast at it. In just four hours, I could prepare up to 10 cartons of fish and arrange them neatly on the racks for drying. People were always surprised at how hardworking I was at such a young age. But deep down, my body was suffering. The smoke affected me badly. My eyes burned constantly, my chest often felt heavy, and coughing became part of my daily life. There were even nights I would suddenly wake up unable to breathe properly. In those moments, it felt like life was slowly leaving my body. But I kept going. Stopping meant no payment. Stopping meant hunger. Stopping meant becoming helpless. As I grew older, life became even harder. Responsibilities increased, disappointments came, and many times I felt completely alone. I kept hoping somebody would notice my struggles and help change my story. Then one day, reality hit me. I sat alone, emotionally exhausted, hoping someone would check on me or simply ask if I was okay. But nobody called. Nobody came. That was the day I realized nobody was coming to save me. At first, it broke me. But later, it changed me. I realized that if my life was going to change, I had to stop waiting for rescue and start becoming my own rescue. So I kept pushing. I became stronger mentally. I learned how to survive pain quietly. I learned how to keep moving even when life felt heavy. Looking back now, I realize those difficult moments were building strength inside me all along. The day I realized nobody was coming to save me was painful, but it was also the day I truly started growing. And even today, I am still evolving, still healing, and becoming an even better version of myself. @official_QV @unkle_renzoo @john322226 @Justina_Omaya @shezzzz_weird @it_Rutie

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OPUTA@james_oputa·
OPUTA@james_oputa

The day I realized that nobody is coming to save me. Growing up, life was never easy for me. From my early teenage years, while many people my age were enjoying life, I was already struggling to survive. I started smoking fish in bulk for one of my aunties just to earn daily payment. Every morning, I would stand for hours around fire, heat, and heavy smoke. The work was stressful, but I did it joyfully because I knew survival depended on it. I became very fast at it. In just four hours, I could prepare up to 10 cartons of fish and arrange them neatly on the racks for drying. People were always surprised at how hardworking I was at such a young age. But deep down, my body was suffering. The smoke affected me badly. My eyes burned constantly, my chest often felt heavy, and coughing became part of my daily life. There were even nights I would suddenly wake up unable to breathe properly. In those moments, it felt like life was slowly leaving my body. But I kept going. Stopping meant no payment. Stopping meant hunger. Stopping meant becoming helpless. As I grew older, life became even harder. Responsibilities increased, disappointments came, and many times I felt completely alone. I kept hoping somebody would notice my struggles and help change my story. Then one day, reality hit me. I sat alone, emotionally exhausted, hoping someone would check on me or simply ask if I was okay. But nobody called. Nobody came. That was the day I realized nobody was coming to save me. At first, it broke me. But later, it changed me. I realized that if my life was going to change, I had to stop waiting for rescue and start becoming my own rescue. So I kept pushing. I became stronger mentally. I learned how to survive pain quietly. I learned how to keep moving even when life felt heavy. Looking back now, I realize those difficult moments were building strength inside me all along. The day I realized nobody was coming to save me was painful, but it was also the day I truly started growing. And even today, I am still evolving, still healing, and becoming an even better version of myself. @official_QV @unkle_renzoo @john322226 @Justina_Omaya @shezzzz_weird @it_Rutie

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OPUTA
OPUTA@james_oputa·
OPUTA@james_oputa

The day I realized that nobody is coming to save me. Growing up, life was never easy for me. From my early teenage years, while many people my age were enjoying life, I was already struggling to survive. I started smoking fish in bulk for one of my aunties just to earn daily payment. Every morning, I would stand for hours around fire, heat, and heavy smoke. The work was stressful, but I did it joyfully because I knew survival depended on it. I became very fast at it. In just four hours, I could prepare up to 10 cartons of fish and arrange them neatly on the racks for drying. People were always surprised at how hardworking I was at such a young age. But deep down, my body was suffering. The smoke affected me badly. My eyes burned constantly, my chest often felt heavy, and coughing became part of my daily life. There were even nights I would suddenly wake up unable to breathe properly. In those moments, it felt like life was slowly leaving my body. But I kept going. Stopping meant no payment. Stopping meant hunger. Stopping meant becoming helpless. As I grew older, life became even harder. Responsibilities increased, disappointments came, and many times I felt completely alone. I kept hoping somebody would notice my struggles and help change my story. Then one day, reality hit me. I sat alone, emotionally exhausted, hoping someone would check on me or simply ask if I was okay. But nobody called. Nobody came. That was the day I realized nobody was coming to save me. At first, it broke me. But later, it changed me. I realized that if my life was going to change, I had to stop waiting for rescue and start becoming my own rescue. So I kept pushing. I became stronger mentally. I learned how to survive pain quietly. I learned how to keep moving even when life felt heavy. Looking back now, I realize those difficult moments were building strength inside me all along. The day I realized nobody was coming to save me was painful, but it was also the day I truly started growing. And even today, I am still evolving, still healing, and becoming an even better version of myself. @official_QV @unkle_renzoo @john322226 @Justina_Omaya @shezzzz_weird @it_Rutie

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シンデレラちゃん👑
キャップにバンダナをリボン結びしてる子がいて真似したいと思ってたけどこれだった🥹🎀ハーフアップしてるみたいに見えてまじ可愛い。フェスとか推しカラーで絶対やる。
!♡@like_your_hair

バーベキューの時スカーフ巻いてる子がいてめちゃんこ可愛かったの!顔も髪も紫外線からしっかり守りたいからお花見シーズンもこれで参戦する!!!

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OPUTA@james_oputa·
OPUTA@james_oputa

The day I realized that nobody is coming to save me. Growing up, life was never easy for me. From my early teenage years, while many people my age were enjoying life, I was already struggling to survive. I started smoking fish in bulk for one of my aunties just to earn daily payment. Every morning, I would stand for hours around fire, heat, and heavy smoke. The work was stressful, but I did it joyfully because I knew survival depended on it. I became very fast at it. In just four hours, I could prepare up to 10 cartons of fish and arrange them neatly on the racks for drying. People were always surprised at how hardworking I was at such a young age. But deep down, my body was suffering. The smoke affected me badly. My eyes burned constantly, my chest often felt heavy, and coughing became part of my daily life. There were even nights I would suddenly wake up unable to breathe properly. In those moments, it felt like life was slowly leaving my body. But I kept going. Stopping meant no payment. Stopping meant hunger. Stopping meant becoming helpless. As I grew older, life became even harder. Responsibilities increased, disappointments came, and many times I felt completely alone. I kept hoping somebody would notice my struggles and help change my story. Then one day, reality hit me. I sat alone, emotionally exhausted, hoping someone would check on me or simply ask if I was okay. But nobody called. Nobody came. That was the day I realized nobody was coming to save me. At first, it broke me. But later, it changed me. I realized that if my life was going to change, I had to stop waiting for rescue and start becoming my own rescue. So I kept pushing. I became stronger mentally. I learned how to survive pain quietly. I learned how to keep moving even when life felt heavy. Looking back now, I realize those difficult moments were building strength inside me all along. The day I realized nobody was coming to save me was painful, but it was also the day I truly started growing. And even today, I am still evolving, still healing, and becoming an even better version of myself. @official_QV @unkle_renzoo @john322226 @Justina_Omaya @shezzzz_weird @it_Rutie

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毛
@keana_tsubusu·
この場をお借りして長年の疑問をお聞きしたいんですが、剃っても抜いても気を抜くとすぐゲジゲジ太眉になる女は眉アート適応ですか⁉️あれって「眉毛生えてこなくて…」っていう可愛い女がより可愛いくなる為のものですよね⁉️アートを施しても生存本能が破壊しそうなタイプで眉アートやった人いない⁉️
kitty@25_226_

間違いない、 眉毛の色薄くしてフワフワ自然眉系にするの得意なとこでアートして形整える が自分史上最強に綺麗になったし垢抜けた(全部サロンのお姉さんがやってくれたけど🙉)

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OPUTA@james_oputa·
OPUTA@james_oputa

The day I realized that nobody is coming to save me. Growing up, life was never easy for me. From my early teenage years, while many people my age were enjoying life, I was already struggling to survive. I started smoking fish in bulk for one of my aunties just to earn daily payment. Every morning, I would stand for hours around fire, heat, and heavy smoke. The work was stressful, but I did it joyfully because I knew survival depended on it. I became very fast at it. In just four hours, I could prepare up to 10 cartons of fish and arrange them neatly on the racks for drying. People were always surprised at how hardworking I was at such a young age. But deep down, my body was suffering. The smoke affected me badly. My eyes burned constantly, my chest often felt heavy, and coughing became part of my daily life. There were even nights I would suddenly wake up unable to breathe properly. In those moments, it felt like life was slowly leaving my body. But I kept going. Stopping meant no payment. Stopping meant hunger. Stopping meant becoming helpless. As I grew older, life became even harder. Responsibilities increased, disappointments came, and many times I felt completely alone. I kept hoping somebody would notice my struggles and help change my story. Then one day, reality hit me. I sat alone, emotionally exhausted, hoping someone would check on me or simply ask if I was okay. But nobody called. Nobody came. That was the day I realized nobody was coming to save me. At first, it broke me. But later, it changed me. I realized that if my life was going to change, I had to stop waiting for rescue and start becoming my own rescue. So I kept pushing. I became stronger mentally. I learned how to survive pain quietly. I learned how to keep moving even when life felt heavy. Looking back now, I realize those difficult moments were building strength inside me all along. The day I realized nobody was coming to save me was painful, but it was also the day I truly started growing. And even today, I am still evolving, still healing, and becoming an even better version of myself. @official_QV @unkle_renzoo @john322226 @Justina_Omaya @shezzzz_weird @it_Rutie

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OPUTA@james_oputa·
OPUTA@james_oputa

The day I realized that nobody is coming to save me. Growing up, life was never easy for me. From my early teenage years, while many people my age were enjoying life, I was already struggling to survive. I started smoking fish in bulk for one of my aunties just to earn daily payment. Every morning, I would stand for hours around fire, heat, and heavy smoke. The work was stressful, but I did it joyfully because I knew survival depended on it. I became very fast at it. In just four hours, I could prepare up to 10 cartons of fish and arrange them neatly on the racks for drying. People were always surprised at how hardworking I was at such a young age. But deep down, my body was suffering. The smoke affected me badly. My eyes burned constantly, my chest often felt heavy, and coughing became part of my daily life. There were even nights I would suddenly wake up unable to breathe properly. In those moments, it felt like life was slowly leaving my body. But I kept going. Stopping meant no payment. Stopping meant hunger. Stopping meant becoming helpless. As I grew older, life became even harder. Responsibilities increased, disappointments came, and many times I felt completely alone. I kept hoping somebody would notice my struggles and help change my story. Then one day, reality hit me. I sat alone, emotionally exhausted, hoping someone would check on me or simply ask if I was okay. But nobody called. Nobody came. That was the day I realized nobody was coming to save me. At first, it broke me. But later, it changed me. I realized that if my life was going to change, I had to stop waiting for rescue and start becoming my own rescue. So I kept pushing. I became stronger mentally. I learned how to survive pain quietly. I learned how to keep moving even when life felt heavy. Looking back now, I realize those difficult moments were building strength inside me all along. The day I realized nobody was coming to save me was painful, but it was also the day I truly started growing. And even today, I am still evolving, still healing, and becoming an even better version of myself. @official_QV @unkle_renzoo @john322226 @Justina_Omaya @shezzzz_weird @it_Rutie

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OPUTA@james_oputa·
OPUTA@james_oputa

The day I realized that nobody is coming to save me. Growing up, life was never easy for me. From my early teenage years, while many people my age were enjoying life, I was already struggling to survive. I started smoking fish in bulk for one of my aunties just to earn daily payment. Every morning, I would stand for hours around fire, heat, and heavy smoke. The work was stressful, but I did it joyfully because I knew survival depended on it. I became very fast at it. In just four hours, I could prepare up to 10 cartons of fish and arrange them neatly on the racks for drying. People were always surprised at how hardworking I was at such a young age. But deep down, my body was suffering. The smoke affected me badly. My eyes burned constantly, my chest often felt heavy, and coughing became part of my daily life. There were even nights I would suddenly wake up unable to breathe properly. In those moments, it felt like life was slowly leaving my body. But I kept going. Stopping meant no payment. Stopping meant hunger. Stopping meant becoming helpless. As I grew older, life became even harder. Responsibilities increased, disappointments came, and many times I felt completely alone. I kept hoping somebody would notice my struggles and help change my story. Then one day, reality hit me. I sat alone, emotionally exhausted, hoping someone would check on me or simply ask if I was okay. But nobody called. Nobody came. That was the day I realized nobody was coming to save me. At first, it broke me. But later, it changed me. I realized that if my life was going to change, I had to stop waiting for rescue and start becoming my own rescue. So I kept pushing. I became stronger mentally. I learned how to survive pain quietly. I learned how to keep moving even when life felt heavy. Looking back now, I realize those difficult moments were building strength inside me all along. The day I realized nobody was coming to save me was painful, but it was also the day I truly started growing. And even today, I am still evolving, still healing, and becoming an even better version of myself. @official_QV @unkle_renzoo @john322226 @Justina_Omaya @shezzzz_weird @it_Rutie

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響介
響介@HOMEALONe_ksk·
ごちゃごちゃ嫌なこと言ってくる輩が多いので書いておきますが我が家には自動給餌器が3つ置いてあり、時間になると必ず出るようになっています。 停電時ですらも動くようになっています。 しかし自動給餌器があるからと言って、日頃から自動で出たものを放置、ではなく、 「自動給餌器から出たご飯を僕が手でそれぞれの器に移してから食事がスタート」 という日課で生きています。 食事の準備や片付けは猫たちとの大切なコミュニケーションなので、自動でいいやとはなりません。僕の自動給餌器の使い方は「万が一があってもご飯はきちんと出るように」という保険の保険のような使い方で、ご飯は自動給餌器に入れてはあるが、手であげています。 この投稿で言う「出す」は自動給餌器から出たご飯を、器に移し変えられず、寝てしまっていた、と言うだけでご飯は出ています。 その上で猫たちが「普段起きてるやつが起きてないから心配」と言う意味合いの投稿です。 文字をコンパクトに投稿するためそんな解説は入れていませんが、ご飯はちゃんと出ていますし、僕は猫と暮らし出してから旅行したこともありませんし、日を跨ぐ帰宅もほぼありません。九州に住む祖母のお葬式でさえ日帰りしてるほどです。 悪く言いたい気持ちはわかりますが、自分の命の50646468686886369倍猫が大切です。嫌な言い方いちいちしないでください。 こんなに長く解説しないとぐちぐち言われるなんて、やっぱり猫は世界から愛されてますね🥰 あなた方が余計な心配しなくても、我が家の猫たちは鉄壁の守りで暮らしてると思います!これからも頑張るぞー!おー!
響介@HOMEALONe_ksk

疲れすぎて猫のご飯を出す前に倒れて寝てしまった 深夜目覚めると、キレるとかではなく、信じられないくらい不安そうな顔で、起こさないように、心配そうに遠くから見守ってる猫たちが見えて泣いた

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OPUTA@james_oputa·
OPUTA@james_oputa

The day I realized that nobody is coming to save me. Growing up, life was never easy for me. From my early teenage years, while many people my age were enjoying life, I was already struggling to survive. I started smoking fish in bulk for one of my aunties just to earn daily payment. Every morning, I would stand for hours around fire, heat, and heavy smoke. The work was stressful, but I did it joyfully because I knew survival depended on it. I became very fast at it. In just four hours, I could prepare up to 10 cartons of fish and arrange them neatly on the racks for drying. People were always surprised at how hardworking I was at such a young age. But deep down, my body was suffering. The smoke affected me badly. My eyes burned constantly, my chest often felt heavy, and coughing became part of my daily life. There were even nights I would suddenly wake up unable to breathe properly. In those moments, it felt like life was slowly leaving my body. But I kept going. Stopping meant no payment. Stopping meant hunger. Stopping meant becoming helpless. As I grew older, life became even harder. Responsibilities increased, disappointments came, and many times I felt completely alone. I kept hoping somebody would notice my struggles and help change my story. Then one day, reality hit me. I sat alone, emotionally exhausted, hoping someone would check on me or simply ask if I was okay. But nobody called. Nobody came. That was the day I realized nobody was coming to save me. At first, it broke me. But later, it changed me. I realized that if my life was going to change, I had to stop waiting for rescue and start becoming my own rescue. So I kept pushing. I became stronger mentally. I learned how to survive pain quietly. I learned how to keep moving even when life felt heavy. Looking back now, I realize those difficult moments were building strength inside me all along. The day I realized nobody was coming to save me was painful, but it was also the day I truly started growing. And even today, I am still evolving, still healing, and becoming an even better version of myself. @official_QV @unkle_renzoo @john322226 @Justina_Omaya @shezzzz_weird @it_Rutie

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Miva Open University
Miva Open University@mivauniversity·
It was an inspiring visit to the National Agency for Science and Engineering Infrastructure (NASENI) Our students saw innovation in action and connected what they learn to real-world impact. This is what learning looks like at Miva.
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OPUTA@james_oputa·
OPUTA@james_oputa

The day I realized that nobody is coming to save me. Growing up, life was never easy for me. From my early teenage years, while many people my age were enjoying life, I was already struggling to survive. I started smoking fish in bulk for one of my aunties just to earn daily payment. Every morning, I would stand for hours around fire, heat, and heavy smoke. The work was stressful, but I did it joyfully because I knew survival depended on it. I became very fast at it. In just four hours, I could prepare up to 10 cartons of fish and arrange them neatly on the racks for drying. People were always surprised at how hardworking I was at such a young age. But deep down, my body was suffering. The smoke affected me badly. My eyes burned constantly, my chest often felt heavy, and coughing became part of my daily life. There were even nights I would suddenly wake up unable to breathe properly. In those moments, it felt like life was slowly leaving my body. But I kept going. Stopping meant no payment. Stopping meant hunger. Stopping meant becoming helpless. As I grew older, life became even harder. Responsibilities increased, disappointments came, and many times I felt completely alone. I kept hoping somebody would notice my struggles and help change my story. Then one day, reality hit me. I sat alone, emotionally exhausted, hoping someone would check on me or simply ask if I was okay. But nobody called. Nobody came. That was the day I realized nobody was coming to save me. At first, it broke me. But later, it changed me. I realized that if my life was going to change, I had to stop waiting for rescue and start becoming my own rescue. So I kept pushing. I became stronger mentally. I learned how to survive pain quietly. I learned how to keep moving even when life felt heavy. Looking back now, I realize those difficult moments were building strength inside me all along. The day I realized nobody was coming to save me was painful, but it was also the day I truly started growing. And even today, I am still evolving, still healing, and becoming an even better version of myself. @official_QV @unkle_renzoo @john322226 @Justina_Omaya @shezzzz_weird @it_Rutie

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Miracle Splash
Miracle Splash@miracle_358·
おぉ、ここに正しく体感されている方が…😮 豆乳は極陰性なんで、本当に体を冷やすよ。 温めても冷やすから、嗜好品としてたまに飲むくらいにした方が良い。 もう何度もTwしてるけど、発酵してない大豆製品の常食はしない方が良い。 豆乳は、アルミニウムやマンガンを大量に含有してるし、エストロゲンの量もパネェ。代謝も落とす。 牛乳が良くないと知ってから、豆乳に替えたって人は多いけど、まだ牛乳飲んでた方がマシ。それくらいのレベルで危険⚠ てか、「乳」と名が付くものをどうしてそんなに飲みたがるのか謎🤔
🏝️@hrmplm

わたしも豆乳飲むと身体が一気に冷えて(体感がやたらと寒くなり震える)、なんだか体調悪いな?という状況が続くようになって飲むのをやめたんだけど、「大豆製品の中でも危険度が高い」はもう少し知られてもいいような気がする。 そしてその後に口腔アレルギー症候群を発症している…😞

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