“Aoi”, the close friend in question, and I were raised, more or less, in the same community. We went to the same school and university. We had endless talks, played pranks and went on the occasional adventure or two together. But one activity that we rarely did together was to go a movie theater and watch a wide-screen flick. The reason is really quite simple – Aoi isn’t into films as much as I am. But on those once-in-a-blue-moon occasions when we did go to the cinema, there were 2 movies that we both enjoyed immensely -
“Dead Poets Society”
“Good Morning, Vietnam”
Magandang umaga po, Robin Williams – at maraming, maraming salamat po …
(Good morning, Robin Williams – and many, many thanks …)
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Hundreds of girls have been kidnapped in Nigeria because they had the audacity to want to get an education.
Be in prayer for these girls and that they might be brought back to their families safely. It’s hard to imagine that so many girls could be taken away. Social media as been buzzing trying to draw attention to this problem.
Sadly this problem is not just located in Africa but every day women, men and children are sold into modern day slavery and sex trafficking.
Despite all of the rhetoric and differences that get thrown around Christian circles there should be a united front from all followers of Christ. These girls (or any person for that matter) are not property to be bought and sold and exchanged for goods. If we truly believe in the divine presence of God indwells within all of humanity then we should be outraged at…
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It’s officially Easter Sunday in this part of the world, but I was able to get some really good pictures of Palm Sunday and Lenten rites the week before.
Below are some shots of palaspas (palm fronds woven and decorated to represent palms waved by the masses upon Jesus’ entrance to Jerusalem):
The blessing of the palaspas during Mass:
Many palaspas vendors were stationed around the neighborhood church, weaving and selling their handcrafted wares:
The company I work for happens to be one of those few places that still operate during Maundy Thursday and Good Friday, but I managed to photograph a Pabasa (a public reading and chanting of the life, passion, death and resurrection of Jesus Christ done by Catholic devotees) that was taking place in a church near my office building.
This was taken from a high floor through a rather dingy glass elevator, which would account for some cloudy patches in the photo. As the devotees were reading, they also carried heavy wooden crosses as an added act of penance.
© Words and photos by Patricia Acevedo
What Easter is about …
Despite the title of this blog entry, the past week had been anything but. Days had been filled with work-related stress, the pressure to meet standards and deadlines – and sadness. Some weeks ago, I found out through Facebook that a former high school student in the school I used to teach leaped to his death from the 4th floor of a shopping mall in Manila. He was diagnosed as schizophrenic and bi-polar. He struggled with this condition for most of his life and even blogged about it. He loved comic books and writing stories. He was only in his early twenties.
And through private messages in Facebook, I learned from another former student and one of the school’s coordinators that another student passed away. I taught in their Reading and English classes when they were in Grades 4 and 5. He had a lovable sense of humor and was hooked on the Percy Jackson series of books. Last year, he was diagnosed with a malignant brain tumor. On Tuesday morning, he never woke up. He was around 17 years old.
Grief and a sense of loss – these were emotions that should’ve been better felt by their families, their friends, the people who have been really close to them. And I wondered at times why these incidents affected me so. I’ve only paid a few, intermittent visits to my old place of work. Liking and commenting on my old students’ and former colleagues’ Facebook posts was, for the most part, the extent of my connections with them. So why do I sometimes catch myself weeping at my workstation?
While talking about the incident with 2 sympathetic and understanding co-workers, I quoted a line from “LOTR: The Two Towers” – “No parent should have to bury their child.” It then eventually dawned on me – things ought to have been the other way around. This should not have happened. And yet – they did.
I suppose that’s it then. It’s almost like losing your own child. As one of their many “second parents”, this was how I suppose it felt like. While I grieve for now, I send prayers to you both. Ado, those demons are forever banished and you can step out smiling from the shadows. Lem, I’m sure the angels are laughing at your many jokes and quips.
“Let happy be where sadness was …”
Originally posted on The Daily Post:
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What better way to begin the new year than with an inspirational song that became a hit 20 years ago? My, oh my …
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Merry Christmas everybody!
I’ve set this one to auto-publish on the dot of Christmas Sydney time. I know that some of you may not partake in the joys of Christmas but I do hope that you will all at least get some giggles (or maybe a slight grin or two) out of these wine related images.
Some of our regular Facebook and Twitter followers who may have already seen some of these, and I also apologise if I’m breaking any “rules” by putting them up on our blog. Unfortunately these have circled the net so many times that I am unable to credit the brilliant minds who came up with them.
All the best everyone! I’ll be heading up to the folks to enjoy a traditional Christmas morning port with the old-man. I’ve got a couple of bottles from the 70s to pop open. Can’t wait.
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