To you who made it

Photosource

I'm so proud of you Alric :) More opportunities have opened for you, and I pray that you choose well, that you do well, and that love be your foremost motivation to be accomplished.

Little Friends

the rain has been keeping my little friends from playing.
mr. sunshine, won't you show your face again?

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flickr photos (not mine)

Pixie Dust

It's either I fly with my dreams, or I let my dreams fly without me.

insomnia

musing

post card 2: Dear you

Hello there! I think I saw you on my way home. You were in another jeepney. How was your ride? I hope you weren't put to much danger as the girl seated in front of me was. You see my friend, on my last jeepney ride, for the nth time, I witnessed another jeepney-style pickpocket scheme. All the signs that showed he wanted to steal from that girl was there.

1 He constantly looked at her bag (probably trying to see how he could open or slash the bag)
2 He moved closer to the girl (even if there was a big space on his other side)
3 He had a bag to cover his arm
4 He positioned his bag in a manner that no one could see any activity going on with the girl's bag and his hand
5 He was restless and would constantly look around
6 His right arm (the one nearest the girl) held on the bar above, while his left arm was behind the bag.
7 His head rested on his raised arm (as if sleeping)
8 He had that pangit suspicious look

And the girl showed all the signs that she was an easy target for pickpockets

1 Her hands were not guarding her bag
2 She wasn't mindful of who she was seated beside with
3 She wasn't mindful of what that ugly guy was doing for his preparation
4 She was not mindful of any activity going on inside the jeepney
5 She was not mindful of my eye-language, telling her about the guy beside her
6 Oh! all because she was asleep.

The whole time I was just praying, asking the Holy Spirit, Our Lady and my favorite saint, St. Josemaria Escriva to stop the guy from doing whatever evil deed he wanted to do. I was praying that she'd wake up and realize she needed to be attentive of her things. The girl would occasionally wake up, but then she'd comfortably get back to her sleep. I was getting frustrated, that I prayed that she dream about what was actually happening around her. But to no avail. The moment I saw the guy's hand behind his bag, I panicked. He knew that I knew, but he did not care and thought I wouldn't care enough to stop him from doing that. But I won't deny that I came to a point when I wanted to ignore what was about to happen, and hoped the girl didn't have anything valuable in her bag. But then the line from the 8 Beatitudes came to my mind: "Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness..." and it prompted me to wake the girl up with my wet umbrella. Yes, I opened my automatic umbrella in front of them.
1. to shock the guy
2. to sprinkle water on the girl's face so she'd wake up
3. to somehow dry my wet umbrella.

haha kidding. but that would have been a better choice. but no... I just poked her knee using my wet umbrella. She woke up and looked at me in a weird way "do i know you?". I pointed at the man's bag, she looked at her side and saw his hand. Then she was fully conscious and guarded her bag. Yeah I was such a poofer to that guy. Well after a little while, the guy went off the jeepney without even paying his ride.

There's no magic trick in pickpocketing. All you need to know to avoid this from happening to you is to be aware of where your seat mates' hands are. (And that means you're not supposed to sleep while in a jeepney.) Well my friend, you might have been fortunate enough not to have experienced this, but there'd be no harm if you try to be careful about these things. Let's show these ugly pickpockets that we cannot simply be outsmarted.

Till next time my friend!

Love,
me.

post card 1: dear mr. beaver

i hope this postcard reaches you in time
and hope no ogre steals it
should it get lost along the way
don't worry a bit
for i asked the wind to whisper to you
these very same words i wrote
...

i spent a day just watching
the rest of the world go by
i dilly dallied, skipping and humming
but now i'm here beneath the blue tree
where the birds are in hiding
and the wind is singing a hymn of peace

i'll leave this mustard seed behind
and hope we find it again someday
i'll ask the birds to watch over it
and the tree to hide it from mr.rabbit
it is buried safely in the burrows
as it waits for a decade of tomorrow

surely the tree will age
and the birds would have left by then
but it will never be lost
and it will never whither.
as it watches the changing season
as it waits patiently for us

as it grows deeper
in thought, will and understanding
it will only be rooted
in a steadfast love
that wills to wait
that wills to see that distant tomorrow

until then,
i'll let the mustard seed grow
into the loveliest tree it can be
with welcoming arms
and shaded love
with all the sunshine it could take

until then
mister musty awaits
for our coming back.

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from one end to another
it has traveled to impart a message
to witness the shared tears and joy
but after such a moment
everything is put behind
where the past is just the past
where tomorrow is waiting to be opened
until another missive is sent



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