Friday, July 03, 2009
update
some pictures on my phone...
Today:
6/30/2009
Class project oral presentation...
... they told me they didn't realize that how tougher to have their work citicized, questioned by peers...too many people to please!
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While my journal is getting filled with academic life, seasonal work at rockwell becomes therapeutic. mrs g's unit had an instant makeover this week!
I wish i had pictures of the BEFORE when it was messed up.
I kind of developed a personal attachment to the little place, which i felt when i left the studio a little late at night. I don't know how to describe it. I was happy, tired, sad...all at the same time. Happy because i'm done and it was beautiful. Tired from arranging and re-arranging (common to designers) and leg work buying stuff. Sad because it might be the last time i'll see it. I remember it empty, unoccuppied 3 years ago. I painted the walls myself. shopped for furniture, accessories and made it beautiful. part of it is me.
And i guess that's the problem when you put your heart into what you're doing, and it's time to say byebye...or see you again..
Labels: achievement, activities, design, drama, goodie-good, images, memory lane, work
Wednesday, June 03, 2009
House visit
I took my theory class to the Bahay yesterday. It was good to see Mother tesie again. We haad cassava cake from Nitz, i just wish we had tea or coffee but the youth wanted coke. Overall, the experience was truly enjoyable, and i hope memorable to my class.
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Post Script
More than a year has passed and things are the same in the area. Except for Calle Hidalgo -- it's just so different and sorry that it's even uglier with all the ongoing demolition of MLQU and new construction here and there. No sight of interesting old houses, no clue of what it was once.
I guess i'll have a difficult time revising my paper for a conference soon. Labels: activities, advocacy, cultural, goodie-good, heartache, urban
Friday, May 22, 2009
3am
This is Fr. Reuter's last column on "The Philippine Star"
newspaper published on May 20. I love the beautiful prayer that goes with it in the end.AT 3 a.m. (by James B. Reuter)
HOPING WE WILL BE ONE, FOREVER
I am in Our lady of Peace Hospital, on the Coastal Road, and it is really
3:00 A.M . The planes coming and going from the airport are roaring
over my head.
Everything is peaceful and quiet. Even the roaring planes add to the feeling of peace and quiet.
I am ten days away from my 93rd birthday. God has been kinder to me than
I deserve, giving me such a rich life, in such a beautiful country,
among such gentle people. He has blessed me with so many kind,
affectionate, generous loving friends.
I found that the best time for me to write was 3:00 A.M. My mind is clearer, my heart is warmer,
and I am overwhelmed with the goodness of the people God sends to me.
In this column I have always tried
to be positive - presenting the goodness of people, and the wisdom of
God's Providence as I saw it.
I have tried to give .... to give
the only thing I have to give ... Myself. I have tried to share my
thoughts, my feelings, the wonderful holiness that I see in the simple,
gentle people that God sends to me.
As soon as I came to the
Philippines I realized that the Filipinos were the loveliest people in
the world. It was a gift of God, a special blessing, that He sent me
here.
I have been thanked for giving my life to the Philippines.
... But whenever you give, you always get back more than you have given.
Thank you .
* for your gift of friendship through these many long years
* for reading "At 3:00 A.M.." from the time I started writing my column
* for your reactions through letters and phone calls when you liked or did not like what I wrote
* for sharing your stories which inspired me to write them so they could inspire others
* for your love and concern
*for your prayers which comfort me and which I need.
I have tried to be a priest. A priest is a bridge ...a bridge between God and man .... a channel of God's love, peace and joy.
What
I have found in the Philippines is union ....union of hearts and minds
... It is marked by sharing .... The simple, gentle Filipino is willing
to share all he has, with everyone.
That is holiness ... That is sanctity ... That is being like God.
In heaven we will all be one - united in heart and soul .... Loving each other.
In this column written at 3:00 A.M. that was my only message ...give...give yourself.... love.
And when I presented this, I discovered what it meant, myself.
Being
strong, sometimes, means being able to let go. I know that now is the
time to " let go". I have been up at 3:00 A.M. to write my column for
many many years. It is now time for me to stay in bed until the sun
comes up and the birds start to sing.
This is not goodbye. Wherever I am, whatever I do, you are always in my heart and in my prayers. All of you.
God bless!
The song is ended ... but the melody lingers on .. and on ... and on.
I love those who have read this column...And I hope that they love me.
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For those who are interested, here is my prayer that I would like to share with you.
Lord God,
Look down upon us, this day, this hour.
Regardless of what has gone before,
or what will come after,
give us the grace to consecrate this time entirely to You -
all the actions of our body and soul.
May all the thoughts that come to us be true
May all the things to which our hearts go out
be beautiful, with the beauty of God.
May all the things we want be good.
Give us the light to see Your Will,
the grace to love it
and the courage and strength to do it.
We ask you this through Christ Our Lord.
Amen.
