Memories that Echo

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“You don’t seem to forget, do you?” The echo of my son’s voice sounds almost like a monotone whisper.

“No, I don’t.” (pause)  “I have forgiven a long time ago but I have not forgotten.”

No one ever forgets injustice.  Especially if it comes from people you had least expected to be doing them. I believe the most hurtful is to be receiving discrimination, backstabbing, and verbal abuse from people you considered close, or are even your kin, by consanguinity or affinity.

I haven’t forgotten.  Although I recall them as I tell them (from how I remember them), it is not as hurting.  I have forgiven.  It was actually a process not as easy as saying “move on”. That is just a stupid admonition.  I hope people who say these words will take a moment to think before blurting them out.

I can be cordial with these people.  At times, though, annoyance sets in to see these people seeming not to have changed at all, showing no remorse about the things they did, and continuing with their basic, shallow, and insensitive mindset.

The good thing about these experiences – I have stayed strong and tried very hard to be positive because I have always hated negative people.  I have always worked on showing them that they cannot shake me up nor tear me down.

Of course, I have the better half to be thankful for, for being there for me, to defend me, to support me, and even to feel anger to all the wrongdoings intended for me.

52 Week Photography Challenge #2: Landscape

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A park landscape is always beautiful especially with trees that spread their branches and with the light of the sky peeking.  This is one of those known parks in our locality.

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In another part of the park are benches where lovers want to stay.  It was only after I captured this pic that I realized the lovers might not have wanted me to take the pic. They were busy, I thought.😀😀😀

The Word Liminal and the Toy Gun

The boy above is Drey. He’s my husband’s regular morning visitor, the reason why he had gotten so fond of this little 3-year-old boy.

One day, he told me to buy a toy gun for Drey. I am so forgetful that I haven’t got a chance to buy one. When the daughter came to visit, my husband asked her to buy a toy gun for the little boy but my daughter refused. My grown-up children believe that toy guns are not the right toys for kids.

This incident occurred to me upon learning the word liminal. Perhaps my grown-up children think that giving little kids toy guns could transition them into violent or uncontrollable individuals in the future. I don’t know. I haven’t seriously asked why. At the back of my mind, I was thinking that they are just kids trying to enjoy. How about a little boy playing with dolls, I thought. Are we going to stop him because of a possible transition, too? Or are these two situations totally different from each other?

I still think that this is where parents’ responsibilities come into play. If they decide to give him a toy gun, then they should at least talk to their children about the dangers of having a real gun, or that using a real gun can harm people and animals. During the formative years, which starts from the day a child is born until he/she reaches 8 years old, parents truly have to be very careful in addressing their children in terms of their intelligence, social behavior, and personality developments.

If Drey begins to hurt other children or adults using his toy gun, the adults around, especially his parents, should warn him and talk to him that it is bad. I think this liminal process of kids becoming aware of the consequences will help them to be responsible individuals in the future.

What say you?😀

52 Week Photography Challenge: Selfie

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Week 1: Selfie

This was one of those early selfies I made with my then Canon digital camera.  Unfortunately, that dear camera got lost.  To my disappointment, I had even erased it from my memory its model/type number.

The photo was taken inside our home (obviously).  I did not bother to time the camera.  I just snapped it and there it was.  As expected, the prominent feature of my face is my nose and the mole (that had grown bigger as I grew up).  An officemate once asked me if I had my nose ‘lifted’.  “Of course not,” I answered.  It just happened that my nose got noticeable when I decided to put on contact lenses.

My first reaction to my self-photo was that of puzzlement.  To me, it’s entirely different looking at yourself in the mirror.  Maybe it’s the distance from the camera, or the angle.  I do not know.

I have yet to decide on taking a photography course.  From what I read, there are already free basic photography classes. Time is all I need.


I decided to join this photography project once and for all.  As I have mentioned in my previous post, I have to do R & R from all the tiring things that are happening in the political scenario in our country.  I need a break.

The Magic of Childhood

The little boys in our family
The little boys in our family

I am taking a respite from the events happening in our country. I am trying to get inspiration from the little children taking joy in the things that make them happy. It’s always magical to see their smiles, to witness their innocence, and to hear their very honest thoughts.

The very essence of how to help them grow to be responsible human beings is in this quote, and I’d like to share this with you:

“I think that the best thing we can do for our children is to allow them to do things for themselves, allow them to be strong, allow them to experience life on their own terms, allow them to take the subway… let them be better people, let them believe more in themselves.”
― C. JoyBell C.

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Nothing but a second rate, trying hard copycat!

The prompt reminds me of an acclaimed Filipino movie released in 1985 – Bituing Walang Ningning -, which translates to ‘star without luster’.  It was in this movie where one of those memorable lines was delivered by the supporting actress – “You’re nothing but a second-rate, trying hard copycat!”  Nothing beats controversial lines like that in movies.

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The versatile actress named Cherie Gil who played as a famous singer threatened by a newcomer in the industry was very effective in her role.  That kind where you almost hate her for being so vile in her realistic role.

I always find that I admire villain roles.  To be the hero or the main character in a movie seems easier to portray especially those who star in ‘feel-good’ ones. A villain’s role objective always appear to me that they have to draw from the audience that expected hatred or annoyance.  Ms. Cherie Gil had proven her mettle for a long time.

Is this only me, or do you also find that these artists that play villain roles are more talented and effective?

If we were having coffee…

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That’s because I have known you for quite some time,  I’ll probably ask how life has been throwing a curve on you because it is what it’s been doing to me concurrently.  I am truly confused if I have to react to an ill person’s harsh words or just keep silent thinking that I might offend.

The problem with me is I burst like a soap-bubble when shitty things happen when I truly believe that I am already victorious in my endeavor to get things better for everybody.

That is not the case with ‘the beloved’, I realize.  He does not realize that his words are offensive and his attempts to bring up my past transgressions (my loud reactions to many things I deem awry, including his misdeeds).  Or maybe, those were intentional.  Maybe not.

If you ask me, I would prefer believing that he does not intend to hurt me.  I can feel the sincerity but the pain or the displeasure has been ignited already and it becomes too late sometimes to control the indignation I feel, to even realize that the last thing he would do is to hurt me.

The illness has changed a lot of things in our lives.  Maybe I have to consider closely that it is a possibility for him to fall short.  It is not intended.  I have to know because I am the wife.

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