It removes fear.
That is why it is such a powerful weapon.
|—||Thank you and RIP Nelson Mandela|
|—||Thank you and RIP Nelson Mandela|
This might appear to be a selfie but for me it’s not. It’s more of remembering a friend and a brother.
These are photos of me taken by Kuya Joseph. He died when I was still grasping for ways to mourn for my cousin’s passing. I don’t know if I was able to give him a proper tribute. If not, please allow me to do it now.
Kuya Joseph, thank you for teaching me techniques in Photoshop and Premiere, for always listening to my stories and rants and dreams, for executing my ideas both in our AVPs and in bullying our office mates (esp Ate Didai and Cecille, PEACE po), for your encouragements, for sharing with me Daryl Dixon, este The Walking Dead, for influencing me with the extra rice (esp those times when we eat at Mang Inasal during payday), for your sacrifices to our projects (esp those concerning the National Government), for our long chats on our way home, for doing my sister’s project and my friend’s too (even though you haven’t met him), for your suggestions in my segments, for making the office lighter and happier, for your music (minsan lakas mo maka-boyband, hmmmm), for being with us sa pagtakas tuwing Thursday (alam mo na). For everything else you did that I fail to mention, thank you!
It’s hard to get used to you not being here esp when it’s always you and Mac I see when I open the door. May the good Lord grant you eternal peace! I miss you!
Life is not measured by the number of years on earth but on the number of hearts one has touched.
If we’re going to measure yours with the former, 19 years is really really short. But if we’re going to count the number of people who went to your wake, who shed tears for your passing, who wore personalized shirts to honor your 19 years, there is no doubt your life is well lived.
I was not only astonished by the number of your friends, but I am also amazed by how you’ve been a blessing to each of them. Their overflowing love for you only goes to show what kind of person you are. You may be naughty at times but you loved genuinely.
In your passing I cried so much, my heart ached like it was torn into pieces. I cried because you’re gone and I won’t see you anymore, hindi na ako makakaangkas sa motor mo. But I cried for myself too because I could have loved you more, I could have done more things for you, I could have returned your sweetness. Now, I won’t have chance anymore.
I am afraid I might forget you, the things you do, the person you are. But maybe I won’t since you left us with the greatest reminder… that life is short, that no one really knows when our time is up, that life is just about loving. I even think you left us, your cousins, a little more loving. We touch each other na. haha!
I love you cuz! Pray for us! See you soon!
Days of Gratitude: Day 322 :) Last night I dropped a prayer to my SFJTD box bec I don’t want to worry much about my shoot today. I was particular with the prayer of getting back my ‘paluwal’ for d day. hihi. True enough, I haven’t arrived yet to my destination, my officemate told me she got d amt already from our boss! haha! And I got to enjoy so much touring Angat Dam!! Thank You Jesus. #somethingforjesustodobox #blessed #amazingplace
I rarely do reblogs but this is true for me. :)
I honestly feel like the gift of Type 4s are too often overlooked. Often I hear complaints about their melancholy, their dramatics, their separation from others but honestly, when things go wrong and you experience great loss or tragedy, the person you want to talk to is a Type 4.
Afghanistan has long been a war-stricken country but the land was made more famous after the 9/11 attack where the United States declared war on Afghanistan and tried to invade it for housing the al-Qaeda. From then on, people have flinched at the sight of terrorism on TV or maybe even at the sound of ‘Afghanistan’ and ‘al-Qaeda’ in their mouths. Muslims were thought of as terrorists as they wear their ghutra and hijab that are just part of their culture. The world was hurt but it has also been unfair.
Maybe, just maybe, this is the reason why Khaled Hosseini was able to artistically unravel the history of Afghanistan in the life story of two women in A Thousand Splendid Suns. Maybe the story was made for the people to know that there is so much more in this country than what meets the eye or in this case, what’s captured by the camera and shown on TV.
The book vividly captures what it’s like to grow in a land that has no option for freedom, to be with people marred by scars of hatred and to hope for an end to the Afghans’ plight from one war to another, from one oppression to another.
Read the book and you’ll realize that life may be hard, but it is way harder for some, life may be harsh but can be harsher to some. As the book brought me in Kabul for long hours, it has also brought me to panic, sobs then tears. And just like in real life where rainbow shines after the rain, the story ended with a tinge of hope, something that keeps us all alive.
(If you’re going to read the book, don’t read further)
Mariam is never very far. She is here, in these walls they’ve repainted, in the trees they’ve planted, in the blankets that keep the children warm, in these pillows and books and pencils. She is in the children’s laughter. She is in the verses Aziza recites and in the prayers she mutters when she bows westward. But, mostly, Mariam is in Laila’s own heart, where she shines with the bursting radiance of a thousand suns.
'I think I'll follow the voice that calls within
Dance to the silent song it sings
I hope to find my place
So my life can fall in place
I know in time I’ll find my place
In the greater scheme of things..’ ♫♪
I just heard this yesterday during the mass and was moved by it :)
It may not be today but in time, I shall find my place!
I couldn’t get over with what the Enneagram has taught me about myself!
How about you, what type are you in? :)
The first and greatest victory is to conquer yourself; to be conquered by yourself is of all things most shameful and vile. -Plato
365 Days of Gratitude | Day 186
Today, I failed again for the nth time. Actually, I can really put a number to that given the not so many times I failed because I was always afraid to try. Going back, I failed today and I just can’t stop laughing at myself. I don’t exactly know why. Maybe because I am aware that others have more problems or rejections in life than I have. Or maybe, I’m insane (as proven by the psychological exam I failed).
After this fateful failure, I resolved to find the Shrine of St. Therese of Lisieux instead. I was trying hard to recall Ate Grace’s instructions on how to get there but to no avail. The road to the shrine was long and convoluted (and polluted, hehe). After four rides (some were wrong jeeps but did not get me farther) I found the church! And there was so much joy in my heart.
(image and relic of the extraordinary saint at the right wing)
(Stained glasses depicting moments in Therese’ life.)
(the candles I lighted for my family and friends)
07052013 (published late)