Frogs & Water

It was raining for the whole week in our part of town. When I came to our back yard I found this little guy stuck in a water container we use to collect water.

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I kinda know how the frog felt being in stuck in there wanting to go out. That’s just like me stuck somewhere and wanting to go out and explore but it also save my life someway.

I took my camera and shoots this photo before releasing this little guy.

 

My Own Kind Of Paradise

“I have always imagined that Paradise
will be a kind of library.” – Jorge Luis Borges

Heaven has a library…

It all started back when I was in my elementary years. While waiting for my parents to pick me up at school, I always end up waiting for them at our school libraries. It’s the place where I can be comfortable enjoying even if its I am only by myself. In this place is where I can have countless adventures and creating my own fantasy world. Ignoring the time and the people around me, I am in my own little paradise.

Browsing in libraries and bookstores are one of my hobbies. I think I can spend a whole day in those places just browsing and reading different kinds of books. I believe there is hidden treasure somewhere in those pile of books. I am always looking
and searching, different kind of novels with different kind of genre. Sometimes I am looking for the classics, from children’s book classics to romance novel, I just have this huge attachment to anything that pertains to something classical cause I feel
there’s a certain magic in those books.

Aside from reading and browsing books, I also like collecting them. I like the feeling in my own place to be surrounded by books, it feels like I have a companion just waiting to for their cure to tell their own stories. Not only that those books fills up the empty wall with their different designs and stories. Often times I just sit in front of them
wondering which book to read or simply trying to tell myself the stories on each of those books, which is kinda hard but I have my favorite one.

I am not obssessed with books, I just love them and sometimes when you love something its hard to explain. Its hard to explain  why I would rather choose to read hardbound books rather than just reading the movie adaption from that novel. Whenever someone asks me why I like to read books, its hard to find the answer
that fits the question maybe because there is no appropriate answer when it something you love.

For a bookworm like me, my place of solitude and relaxation is a place filled with books. It’s my own little world, my own little fantasy, and adventure, mostly it’s my own little paradise.

Here’s my list of my favorite books that turned into a movie or a TV series adaptation, I read and watch both.

  1. Lord of the Rings and the Hobbit
  2. Harry Potter
  3. The Fault in Our Stars
  4. Maze Runner Trilogy
  5. Game of Thrones
  6. Heroes of Olympus – The Series
  7. Narnia – Novel Series
  8. Time Travelers Wife
  9. Pride and Prejudice
  10. Les Miserables – Abridged Version

Letters of Hope – Then & Now

The things that happened in the past is one of the reason that what makes up to who we are today. What happens in the past can give us hope to our present
day and current situation.

Remember we have a saying, “History repeats itself”. That is why we need to learn and understand the past events. From what happened to our past gives us this
current present but it also gives hope to others.

The letters that I found few years ago, it’s from my father to my mother. Hand written in a paper during the late 80’s and the early 90’s. my father was at Singapore during that year and I was just a little baby back then.

They were going thru tough times, financial wasn’t easy and they were just starting to get back on their feet after a fire at our old house. Yeah, it was that though
but still through my father’s word of wisdom of encouragement and my mother’s strength they manage to go thru it together.

They had their own hardship and trials that is unknown to me. When I read those letters I finally understands and realize what makes them who they are now. Strong, Resilient,  Adaptable and most of all Hopeful. No matter how many times they got disappointment and rejections in facing their problems, that is one that they didn’t lost to Hope and to Believe for the better tomorrow.

I gotta thank them because the fires that they go through together make who I am today. Now, I have my own seas and fires to cross but the letters and lessons
from the past give me hope for tomorrow. Maybe someday this will also be a happy story for others.

What Love Is… Love Hope’s

It was in the early years when the technologies were just being discovered and being invented.  The communication wasn’t that easy unlike today with the advancement of internet and all. Our way of communication back then was thru writting, and there was something magical about it. Letters and writing will always be priceless, timeless and you can see the writer’s emotion as he writes.

We were cleaning our old house back then 6 years ago since my grandmother died that place was not in use except for storing some stuff. It was really creepy when we first opened that house, full of dust and the place looks really old. As days goes on and we continue to clean the house throwing some old things that were broken or we’re not going to use. It’s a pity that we had to throw some of those old things because it was like we travel back in time, I saw old radio and old mp3 player. Old comic books and magazines, seeing the kind of fashion they had looks interesting. Last but not the least the one thing that I did not throw away are letters, letters from my father
to my mother, grandmother and older sister.

I didn’t let my mother know that I am keeping the letters or there were any letters at all. You know the movie and novel by Nicholas Sparks “The Longest Ride”, where the old man has all these letters for his dearly beloved, every time they read it was like going back in time. That’s exactly how I felt when I read my father’s letters, it was beautiful the way he wrote those letters made me feel like I am going back in time. The way he wrote like he was talking to them, and I can hear his voice. It’s kinda cheesy and cliche but that’s the beauty of letters it’s both romantic and cheesy. Just think of the time spent to write for your love ones, it was like typing in email but what makes it special was the anticipation of waiting for that letter. It takes weeks
sometimes a month before that letter reaches the destination and when your loved ones receive it, just think of the excitement of reading it. I know there’s always something special when it comes to letters, it made me think of old romantic movies.

My dad was working overseas back then, he’s one of the groups who build the military based in Saudi Arabia around the 80’s. He also traveled to Singapore for 2 years during the early 90’s. That time there was no cell phone, no email, and no skype to communicate quickly with a press of a  finger. The only way to communicate was thru letters. I learned more about them in reading those letters than asking them personally. Sometimes what the mouth can’t speak the hand will write,
since the only way they can speak to each other that time is thru writing letters it was made to feel that they are talking to each other.

LDR or Long Distance Relationship these days should be easy, talking to you partner is just in the press of you fingers. There are happy couples even though they are apart but often times I see is the complaint that their loved one is far away, there’s also the doubt of his or her faithfulness. Just like in the old days waiting weeks and months for the letter, we should have the patience and hope of receiving a message or a call from our partner.

Hope they say, is dangerous but hopes is the only thing worth holding on especially if it’s concerns your loved one. Love is patience, Love is Kind, Love believes and Love never loses hope.

Back in Time

For this weekly photo challenge about Time , here’s mine about how can I go back to my past.

“Time flies but not memories.” – Ika Natassa

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These four notebooks are my window to my past, with it, I can look back to who I was during my teenage and high school years. This is where everything started. This is where I started to write and learn to love writing.

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This is where I write my misadventures during my teenage years, my high school life and my friends. This is where I can look back and to where my heart first beat for someone. This is where I can laugh reading my crazy antics. This is where I can talk to my past self and say, “What did you just do?!?”, “Why did you just said that?!?”. I know for sure that she won’t listen to me

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This is also where I learn that some things don’t last forever. There will be moment in our life that we have to say goodbye. This is also where I learn to discover more of myself, what I can and can’t do, who I wanted to be and the things that I wanted to achieve.

After five years of these journals hidden away, it’s a relief that I found it and start looking back at reading who I was once upon a time. With that I wanted to write my journals again, maybe after ten years I can look it up and read again my misadventures in life.

What Love Is – Love is to Believe

1 Corinthians 13:7 “…Believeth all things…”
Mental Hospital when we hear that word several words came across our minds like, “crazy”, “scary”,  “unstable”,  “weird” and many more. We immediately relate it to the horror movies that we watch that relates to the Mental Hospital or person with mental illness. As time goes on  people became afraid of that two words and all they can see are the negatives based on those horror movies that they watched. Judging immediately that all that matters to them is to hurt others or to do the unexplainable behavior.

They may be hard to understand and all kinds of questions will come to our minds. What happened to them? What had they done to be like that? Will they ever be back to normal? Does someone still love them? Does someone still care even if they’re lost?
When to think more about it, maybe our point of view about them will change instead of being afraid or avoiding them we should really try our best to understand them.

When we look closely at what is inside that hospital are people who are lost. They are lost  inside themselves, lost within the cage of their minds torn between wanting to be free or stay in the safety of their own world. They are those who experience the most in all of us, the saddest story, the most tragic event, the most traumatic accident because of those it’s hard for them to cope up with the reality so they close everything within them. Try looking deeply at  their eyes and try to understand is their silent words of pleas for help. words that they can’t, words that they’re afraid to tell and all they can do is to shout words that even they can’t understand. Listen to their cries of help, understand their silent plea and we will realize their’s nothing to be afraid of them they’re just lost and afraid. They are the ones who needed the most care, the most understanding and the most love.

Love is to be able to believe in a person, to believe that he will come back. To believe against all possibilities that he will return no matter how long it will take. Love is more than just the romance because love is more than just that because love is to care another person. Love is to give it freely not expecting any return. Love is to be able to understand no matter how hard  it is. Love can be shown trough our action especially when we learn to care, to give, to  understand to another person even though they may not understand, they may not know or they may not give back.

To those people who are lost sometimes they just need someone who believes in them. Just like us we all needed someone who believes in us and supports us. Give it to them it may not work but at least, they have one person to believes in.

“Till Death Do Us Part”

They met during WW2, he was a soldier while she was a village girl. In one of his
mission they met accidentally, in an unlikely place, in an expected situation where
their love story began.

They got married and had children of their own. They had their differences but still
that doesn’t them from loving each other wholeheartedly. Even though he’s a soldier
but he had a gentle heart and calm spirit. She’s a strong lady with a
strong will and an outspoken mind who still believes in superstitions. Both of them
holds a spirit of understanding and a fighting spirit. They can take on any
challenges as the two of them stays together.

He shares stories to his children about his experience as a soldier. She also teach
them how to work and to do their best. They both teach their children to dream and to
conquer challenges, to be strong and to have good manners. Some days may be good,
other days may be bad but still they stick together through thick and thin.

They love their grandchildren, ready to spoil them with gifts, foods and love. Taking
caring of them when their parents are busy, telling them stories which add more
every day. It maybe simple but it’s their whole life, their whole love willing given
to each and everyone dear to them.

They stay together “till death do us part” when she died due to a heart attack he slowly starts to change. He missed her so much, his companion, friend, and partner. She understands
him and encourages him, even if it’s in a funny sort of way. Now that she’s gone he felt alone, even if there’s his family, his children, and grandchildren. Still, no one can take care her place. Her last word to her children was, “Please take care of your father.” Even in her dying bed, she still thinks about his tomorrow without her. She wants him to be taken care of, maybe not like she does but still she wants him to happy and well.

A year after her death that he was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s, he constantly forgot about things. Where he was, who are they and often think about his past, their past. His mind would go back to his younger, teenage, adult self-remembering what he had before but never stayed in the present. Sometimes he would act like a 5-year-old child, other times a mischievous teenager and sometimes a traveling adult. Always changing from day to day.
Always about the past but not here in the present.

He was taken care of by his family, he wasn’t put in a nursing home as their promise to their mother. Even though he became very forgetful some things he didn’t forget, his manners, he always says thank you when food had been given to him or an act of kindness of had done to me there’s always that  word Thank you. In his remaining days, he was well loved and take care of. After 5 years he passed away and finally be able to be with her again. Tears were shed but most of it were filled with smiles and talks about their love for each other. After their long

In his remaining days, he was well loved and take care of. After 5 years he passed away and finally be able to be with her again. Tears were shed but most of it were filled with smiles and talks about their love for each other. After their long
journey together they finally have their happily ever after.

That’s my grandparents love story, it makes me smile every time I hear it. It’s real and
it’s true and It shows how love should be.