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Recently..things are really going to the dogs. Really bad and I feel it’s really getting worse..with work getting far less to the trickle and finances to the dead sea red….. I just don’t know what else I can say..and how to carry on.

So I do apologise if the recent spate of events are really haphazard..especially if I ramble to about nonsense.

I’m just plain depressed.

Helium has one of the many variety of topics that we can write about and of late, I have been looking and reading many articles and short stories…and poetry really gets to me, especially when it’s something I have felt in the recent years such as poverty, homeless and hunger.

Among which, the recent rates revealed the softer part of me which I am really angry about, as many of the writers whom write about homeless and hunger don’t even know what they are talking about, for they have a roof over the head and a home to go at the end of the day, security but many, don’t. Over a few million in the US and in the UK, almost touch a million people according the Shelter UK, a homeless charity.

I faced homelessness before. It’s not an easy task. Hunger and desperation kicks in and when that is in play, you tend to forget yourself and be humbled and on the begging knees to beg for some sort of charitable reprieve. And to be reminded that religion too have some sort of cushion for people in poverty, gives nothing unless it’s beneficial to the people running the organisation, for tithes and alms taken during congressional meets like prayers or the sort.

To think I was already on the street because of the economy was something I had myself thinking, why on earth this is happening to me? And when you are on the street for the first time, it’s really scary, for you do not know how to fend for yourself or how you will get food and the such. I was a victim of a bad landlord. All we know was our stuff were already on the streets despite paying on time and such, and because we are foreigners, they treated us worse than dirt. Of course, we managed to scavenge our stuff and left some in friends place for a while and then forth, money was tight, what was of value was sold. Terrible and such in ways that in the first few nights, we slept in crypts and in the cold open winter conditions, in cemeteries and if we were lucky, managed to get some sort of shelter by sleeping in a mosque or the waiting room in the train station. With only the clothes on our backs, it’s somewhat I really remind myself not to fall into again, and waking up with severe aches and pains to the body which to this day, my body shivers worse off than someone suffering from rheumatism .

I just don’t want to say much, but all I do ask is for many, before writing on a subject concerning real life situations, take a moment and look back, are they qualified to write on that subject in itself?? For me.. I just thank God for all the blessings that I have….for even though I constantly be reminded of poverty, hunger and homelessness, I hope it’s a subject I do not have to bring up, for in many times in the recent months, hunger and the threat of homelessness is there again…and for I don’t need to call on other people’s charity.. for many..think we are just bums.. that we are actually not…for otherwise, we won’t be such.

So take a moment to think of it.