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Somehow, still one of the loves of my life... notwithstanding her pretty bad breakup with my twin brother.
I was asked by another of my brother's exes how I could still be so close to Ri... but my relationship with her is distinct from her relationship with my brother. We bonded, and I said it would be forever, and it is. <3
Í Annan Heim
Aug. 13th, 2011 07:58 pmWorking Saturday.
This was taken earlier today in my apartment in Hanoi. :)
Life here has been busy, fattening, hot (literally, sweltering hot) and good so far. :)
For some reason, I'm less lonely right now than I was while I was in Lao. I think I will be able to handle this trip better. I hope to meet another good friend like Galit.
I have a paper to finish. Be back later (or tomorrow).
<3
(Go Do!!!!)
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Edit:
Here's a picture of my Baby Bear that my mom took in Manila last weekend. Isn't he such an adorable little baby?
This was taken earlier today in my apartment in Hanoi. :)
Life here has been busy, fattening, hot (literally, sweltering hot) and good so far. :)
For some reason, I'm less lonely right now than I was while I was in Lao. I think I will be able to handle this trip better. I hope to meet another good friend like Galit.
I have a paper to finish. Be back later (or tomorrow).
<3
(Go Do!!!!)
--
Edit:
Here's a picture of my Baby Bear that my mom took in Manila last weekend. Isn't he such an adorable little baby?
what you waiting for?
Sep. 19th, 2010 09:47 pmRead this in my most-recently-finished book, 2/3 of which I enjoyed (I hated the ending) --
"To be still is to be stupid. To be stupid is to die'. And so we shall LIVE" - from Special Topics in Calamity Physics, Marisha Pessl.
To be still... So don't be still. I think I've said this before - one thing that makes me very sad is when someone talented, blessed, in the position to do so much good, just does NOTHING. Nothing to help, nothing to improve things for others, doesn't share his/her gifts and use these in a way that honors the Source of all.
Service: This is something I really believe in. This is what keeps me moving, gives me strength in the morning - my belief in what I can do, and my need to at least try my best to live in the way I think He would want me to.
Faith saves. It does. And I pray so much that God will help this very important person in my life to find faith again.
--
Yesterday's baby shower was a great success. I teared up when Sheila's mom was giving the prayer, because I realized that my barkada is about to have its first baby!
I'm so glad that Sheila had a good time. I hope baby boy in her tummy had an awesome time, too. I hope he feels how much he is already loved :)
By the way, it was an 80s theme party. :)
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Being with you makes everything seem simpler. :)
"To be still is to be stupid. To be stupid is to die'. And so we shall LIVE" - from Special Topics in Calamity Physics, Marisha Pessl.
To be still... So don't be still. I think I've said this before - one thing that makes me very sad is when someone talented, blessed, in the position to do so much good, just does NOTHING. Nothing to help, nothing to improve things for others, doesn't share his/her gifts and use these in a way that honors the Source of all.
Service: This is something I really believe in. This is what keeps me moving, gives me strength in the morning - my belief in what I can do, and my need to at least try my best to live in the way I think He would want me to.
Faith saves. It does. And I pray so much that God will help this very important person in my life to find faith again.
--
Yesterday's baby shower was a great success. I teared up when Sheila's mom was giving the prayer, because I realized that my barkada is about to have its first baby!
I'm so glad that Sheila had a good time. I hope baby boy in her tummy had an awesome time, too. I hope he feels how much he is already loved :)
By the way, it was an 80s theme party. :)
--
Being with you makes everything seem simpler. :)
look after me and I'll look after you
Aug. 27th, 2009 03:34 pmKarlo and I had to share a car this morning.
Both of us woke up late (a bit past 8 a.m.), given that we had to be at our respective offices before 9 a.m.
Had you been present at our house, you would have witnessed the following scene:
Karlo [walks out of his room, holding a change of underwear, obviously about to take a shower]
Maria: [also clutching a change of clothes] I have to take a bath na (loose translation: I got dibs on the upstairs bathroom)
Karlo: I'll shower downstairs
Both of us were willing to skip out on breakfast. My dad informed me that Karlo was planning to pass by a McDonald's drive-thru on the way out. I responded by announcing that I would pass for coffee (in TechnoHub).
Despite our grand plans, both of us (of course) took a bit too long to get ready and so, at around 8:40 that morning:
Karlo: I won't pass na for Mcdo.
Maria: I won't narin pass for coffee
We then proceeded to raid the fridge, frantically throwing together ingredients for sandwiches and grabbing bite-size pieces of chocolate (Karlo went for 3 Musketeers, I opted for Hershey's Kisses). He also grabbed what, at first glance, looked to me like a can of beer. I decided it was iced coffee.
Maria: [eagerly] Is that coffee?
Karlo: It's oolong tea.
Maria [internal shudder; is not a big tea fan]
We both run out the front door.
Twinity in the morning, at 25 years old.
--
Twinity in the morning, at 1 year old:
Both of us woke up late (a bit past 8 a.m.), given that we had to be at our respective offices before 9 a.m.
Had you been present at our house, you would have witnessed the following scene:
Karlo [walks out of his room, holding a change of underwear, obviously about to take a shower]
Maria: [also clutching a change of clothes] I have to take a bath na (loose translation: I got dibs on the upstairs bathroom)
Karlo: I'll shower downstairs
Both of us were willing to skip out on breakfast. My dad informed me that Karlo was planning to pass by a McDonald's drive-thru on the way out. I responded by announcing that I would pass for coffee (in TechnoHub).
Despite our grand plans, both of us (of course) took a bit too long to get ready and so, at around 8:40 that morning:
Karlo: I won't pass na for Mcdo.
Maria: I won't narin pass for coffee
We then proceeded to raid the fridge, frantically throwing together ingredients for sandwiches and grabbing bite-size pieces of chocolate (Karlo went for 3 Musketeers, I opted for Hershey's Kisses). He also grabbed what, at first glance, looked to me like a can of beer. I decided it was iced coffee.
Maria: [eagerly] Is that coffee?
Karlo: It's oolong tea.
Maria [internal shudder; is not a big tea fan]
We both run out the front door.
Twinity in the morning, at 25 years old.
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Twinity in the morning, at 1 year old:
Twinity in the morning, at 3 years old:
Twinity at 9 years old:
Twinity at 12 years old:
Twinity at 14 years old:
Twinity at 24 years old:
Twinity at 25 years old:
remember your children
Jul. 15th, 2009 10:28 amThe past two weeks, or more, building strength again slowly - they've scared me.
I avoid talking about this, although it is my story to tell. I am not as delicate as you will think I am, and I need to believe that I am stronger than I feel. I shouldn't look for reasons anymore. I don't want to. But, more than anything, I don't want to look for an end.
As things stand now, it seems I will never tell you about this, you won't tell me I'm stronger than I think I am, won't be called on to meet the demands of this situation.
Enough.
--
I have always had a thing for farms. Or maybe fields would be a more appropriate term. Wide open spaces - they represent freedom. Driving past, I used to imagine running through, arms spread wide. How long would it take me to reach that point in the horizon? I want to own a field, somewhere I can go to anytime I feel like lying down in wild grass. But I want my field to be dotted with trees, here and there. I like climbing trees. I like climbing. In Chuyo, what remains of my family's ancestral land (and they are on the verge of taking this away from us), my cousins and I used to run through hills of grass and climb the rocks left from times when even the Cordillera was underwater.
Today is Cordillera Day.
When my twin and I were younger, we would go and sing during the annual celebration.
Aanak ti Kordilyera (Children of the Cordillera)
Aanak iti daga (Children of the land)
or
Ina apay a nagadu (Mother, why are there so many)
ti makina ditoy ayan tayo? (machines, here where we are?)
anya kadi ti aramiden da? (what are they going to do?)
My brother's song about land rights, not mining.
or
Ti Kabanbantayan (The mountains)
Kayo, bakir, karayan (Trees, forests, rivers)
Amin a kinabaknang (All the riches of the land)
Tawid Kaigorotan (Heritage of Kaigorotan)
My song, Remember Your Children.
I remember the day my aunty Judy first called me into her room and asked me to sing that song. She had a guitar with her, and she kept adjusting the pitch - higher and higher, as far as my vocal chords could be stretched:
Remember your children
Remember our future
Remember your children
Remember mother nature
You look at the forests
You look at the trees
Is it money, is it business?
Is it profit that you see?
You say you need the power
And you draw up all your plans
You look at the rivers
And you think of building dams
You look at the mountains
Full of riches, so you're told
Do you think of the children
Or is it only the gold?
---
I remember my childhood, at home in the mountains, in the Cordillera :-)
I avoid talking about this, although it is my story to tell. I am not as delicate as you will think I am, and I need to believe that I am stronger than I feel. I shouldn't look for reasons anymore. I don't want to. But, more than anything, I don't want to look for an end.
As things stand now, it seems I will never tell you about this, you won't tell me I'm stronger than I think I am, won't be called on to meet the demands of this situation.
Enough.
--
I have always had a thing for farms. Or maybe fields would be a more appropriate term. Wide open spaces - they represent freedom. Driving past, I used to imagine running through, arms spread wide. How long would it take me to reach that point in the horizon? I want to own a field, somewhere I can go to anytime I feel like lying down in wild grass. But I want my field to be dotted with trees, here and there. I like climbing trees. I like climbing. In Chuyo, what remains of my family's ancestral land (and they are on the verge of taking this away from us), my cousins and I used to run through hills of grass and climb the rocks left from times when even the Cordillera was underwater.
Today is Cordillera Day.
When my twin and I were younger, we would go and sing during the annual celebration.
Aanak ti Kordilyera (Children of the Cordillera)
Aanak iti daga (Children of the land)
or
Ina apay a nagadu (Mother, why are there so many)
ti makina ditoy ayan tayo? (machines, here where we are?)
anya kadi ti aramiden da? (what are they going to do?)
My brother's song about land rights, not mining.
or
Ti Kabanbantayan (The mountains)
Kayo, bakir, karayan (Trees, forests, rivers)
Amin a kinabaknang (All the riches of the land)
Tawid Kaigorotan (Heritage of Kaigorotan)
My song, Remember Your Children.
I remember the day my aunty Judy first called me into her room and asked me to sing that song. She had a guitar with her, and she kept adjusting the pitch - higher and higher, as far as my vocal chords could be stretched:
Remember your children
Remember our future
Remember your children
Remember mother nature
You look at the forests
You look at the trees
Is it money, is it business?
Is it profit that you see?
You say you need the power
And you draw up all your plans
You look at the rivers
And you think of building dams
You look at the mountains
Full of riches, so you're told
Do you think of the children
Or is it only the gold?
---
I remember my childhood, at home in the mountains, in the Cordillera :-)
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