I write. I write relentlessly.
I read. I read strategically.
I speak. I speak loudly.
I fight. I fight lividly.
But I also love. And I love real hard.
You can call me, Ja.
The meaning behind the name:
According to Philippine mythology, there once lived a tribal princess named Princess Urduja. She was a warrior who fought amongst men.
And not only was she strong, she was also very beautiful. So beautiful that in order to choose one suitor from the many, she decided that the only man who was worthy of her was a man who could defeat her in battle.
She wanted a man who was strong enough for her, who could uphold her.
However, there was no man who could match her skills and strength, and died unmarried but independent.
I feel her story encompasses my struggles as a woman in a man's world. As well as the fact that my name is in her name: Urduja
FYI Ako'y Iglesia ni Cristo.
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
I really don’t feel safe anymore.
And nobody will understand. They’ll just conclude things right away. But I’m actually scared to death.
People are so incredibly cruel.
: I was just wondering, what do you think is the best way to seduce a...
I was just wondering, what do you think is the best way to seduce a writer? I figured your answer would be pretty spectacular.
In my experience, writers tend to be really good at the inside of their own heads and imaginary people, and a lot less good at the stuff going on outside, which…
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Feed your soul.
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I’m the type of person who thinks in lists. Whether I think about my tasks, my likes, my dislikes — I write them all down in lists on my iPhone. If you look through my Notes, you’ll find dozens of lists. A lot of them are mundane but others are special.
Here’s a list from today.
I’ve been feeling more happiness and peace these past few months. And I couldn’t exactly put my finger on it. But now I know.
God has been so good to me. I had struggled so much before. But now, it was all worth it for me to be where I am now. To be with who I am with now.
Nice! Good Job bro! Much love to all of you!Hahaha! My bro @eightornine killed it!
Whoo great job @eightornine! Tell them how it is, read the bible instead of just saying what you think is in the bible.
NYC Grand Central Terminal, 1929 — The light doesn’t stream in like this anymore because the buildings around the station are too tall.
So, some of the binhis and I threw a surprise party for some of the kadiwas to show our appreciation towards them.
Us binhis can’t even count the amount of times that they were there for us when we needed them. From giving us rides to every activity, treating us, or helping us with our essays for school, you could say they were like second family to us.
I could truthfully say that because of them we are stronger and more active members. Their selfless love that didn’t expect anything in return is what inspired us to become better binhi. Just what like kuya Josh said, “We do this for you guys because we had a hard time growing up as binhis. We just wanted to make it easier for you guys. But just remember that there is another generation after you guys. Just do the same for them, so that it will continue, and so on.” It felt good, that for the first time we were the ones doing something for them. (We made sure that those who couldn’t make it felt the love. (: )
Well, they had no idea we were planning this! I told the kadiwas that my mom was throwing a Year End party for them. They began to smile and joke when we told them we had something to announce. When we told them what the binhis had prepared for them the look of their faces were priceless. The happy tears is what made it all worthwhile.
“We wanted to throw a party for you guys to show our appreciation. So, to make guys feel like prince and princesses… you have to wear these the whole night!” Then Salve came out handing them crowns and fluffy tiaras for them. It was hilarious because the props were sized for preschoolers. “And we got you guys goodie bags!” Omg they were like kiddies. They didn’t expect this.
To make the whole party short, we ate a lot, had the whole house full of laughter, and created unforgettable memories. We ended up telling scary stories until 2. We were surprised our parents weren’t telling us to come home yet. But I think we know why.
We can’t explain how much these Kadiwas have impacted our lives by being with us while we grew up. They taught us a lot by sharing their experiences and teaches us how we should conduct our lives by reminding us about who we are. Most importantly, they taught us the definition of the word brotherhood.
Hella inspirational. DEFINITELY Love of the brotherhood <3
Soup: Joao Silva, Returning Home.
He left in the early fall of 2010 for a reporting trip to Afghanistan. There he stepped on a landmine and lost his legs. Fourteen months on, he came back to his wife and two children in South Africa, after a long hospitalization and period of rehabilitation in the United…
This is why I love journalism and have the respect for reporters.
Money doesn’t drive us to this occupation, it’s the integrity of the story. This job is dangerous but, even then, we still pursue the story.
For the sake of the readers, this job makes journalists selfless.
