What happened to me last 2012 aside from surviving the “end of the world”?
I started blogging simply because I am in awe. I am in awe of nature’s wonders, of the stories of individuals I meet, of the welcoming embrace of different cultures—they all need a medium where I can show how beautiful the world is, how beautiful the hearts are of its people and how beautiful are our differences—to relive the here and now.
Are there past mistakes weighing you down and blessings you failed to be grateful for? I have and thanks to these photos, I realized that it is time to forget the mistakes and remember the simple miracles.
Whether we believe in after-life or not, rich or poor, whatever our cultural associations are, we will ultimately return to dust, into the earth’s cradle, where we all came from like this manmade image of Buddha whose body has disappeared beneath the bodhi roots and which all that remains is a head struggling from the inevitable forces of nature.
This time it’s not about me but how others define happiness in one word that is neither a person nor something tangible.
“The more I read, the smaller I feel.”
This is not a unique story. I’m sure there are a lot of couples who share the same. But this is my own. And I want to share it with you especially for those who might be experiencing the same dilemma I had prior the decision. The decision “It’s better if you stay together because …
Yesterday was my birthday. My 28th. And yesterday the president of the Philippines delivered his third State of the Nation Address (SONA). But I will not talk about politics now.
Thank you Wordpress for the opportunity of being Freshly Pressed.
Reunion with great friends. The smell of antique wood. The colors of the flags. The polished floor where Sec. Clinton walked yesterday. The clunky elevator of which she probably didn’t use but that VIP one. The bay. The never ending chat over coffee. That building. Just the name of it. My element. And I yearn …
I am sure that I will fall in love with it the second time around. For now, allow me to dwell in this loss, in this sadness, in this night when I realized that I have lost myself until the time I find it again.
Words, papers, humanitarian action, nationalism and idealism—these didn’t fill up my pockets but fed my wandering soul and led me to a purpose.
I have reconciled my ugly name with my beautiful dreams. I can even have a worse last name years from now. But what’s in a name really? Letters! And how can you give identity to those letters? Character and ambition!
Exactly a month ago, I listed all the things I have to do in this lifetime when I asked myself, “move where and do what?” My item #11 says Fly with Balloons. When I was listing it down, I have neither specific plan on how to do it nor any idea what does it actually …
It’s my turn to ask myself. “Move where and do what?” Before reality steals the innocence of this moment and of these thoughts, I think I have to write down the list of things before my life shuttle inevitably trace the path of inescapable materialism.
I’m taking the wordpress challenge and will post an entry at least once a week. If I could do a routine job 5 times a week, what more for a passion that I am willing to do for a lifetime. To words…to meanings…to a life that hasn’t been defined by words and meanings! Signed, TheBlackTwig
The cliché which says that teaching is a rewarding experience is not an overplay of words. I used to groan over subjects that I subjectively find boring. I used to grab my bag in haste minutes before the dismissal. I used to go out in the middle of the class and linger along corridors hoping …
Last night, I went out to meet a good friend and the rain started to pour angrily without any warning. We ran to the nearest waiting shed—dilapidated, vandalized with vulgar words, a hospitable shelter for the thousand nameless souls that have temporarily confided with it. We waited for a taxi. None has passed.
This morning, I saw an FB link that says, “I wish I was little again, when the hardest choice was picking a crayon.” I immediately clicked “Like”. And then I pondered on choices?
I didn’t realize that I have a platonic love for ice cream until someone told me “Yeah, that’s the only thing you love” when I uttered unconsciously “I want to eat ice cream.”
The children at Hirokami Higashi Elementary School blew the change. And they have been transforming me one school visit at a time.
Inviting a celebration on a bad weather is impractical but I will bask in this state of unexplainable yet regal. Whether I successfully hurdled the expected quarterlife crisis or not, for the next quarter and, if I am lucky, for another one, I will always expect the rain to come every 23rd of July and celebrate!