10. Ah, anyone relate?
9. Nice, that’s me
8. No words needed for this one
No, not even context…
No, not even context…
LAST SEPTEMBER in one of my institute classes, I encountered the question, “What does it mean for you to get to know Jesus the Firstborn?” It is so much of a profound question—in fact it was one that would have needed extensive context before having to answer it. Thank heavens, our teacher asked it by the end of the class. It means we somewhat had the capacity to answer it. This was my answer I immediately wrote in the bus going home:
The respect and reverence we have for the man we call Jesus is a profound respect and a divine reverence. It just simply cannot be translated into words. Even the tens of thousands of words of Talmage can do little but suffice for our lack of absolute comprehension with the divinity and authority of Jesus Christ. It gives a whole other meaning to the maxim – to see is to believe. We cannot see perfectly nor can we comprehend fully the breadth of his love for us, but nonetheless we can be sure if we only will ourselves to believe in the assurance of his love.
This is what happens when “YouTuber” becomes an aspiration. What a joke.
In August 2015, I began selecting art pieces as cover photos. I had no aim then, but when I decided to change my cover photo every month, that is how I came up with an idea. Since I was already always changing my cover photo at the first day of the month, I decided that the piece I would be selecting would mirror my attitude, my expectations, and my perception of that entire month. By the end of the month, and interestingly enough, I would discover certain characteristics of the art piece (my cover photo) that do indeed speak much about the month that had passed.
What interesting notes of splendour and chaos compose the final evening of 2016, much akin to many of what things had passed over the previous year. I continue with pride in writing of myself, of others, and of what I think of the world and others, as I can see it brings me joy and hope as well as promise to whatever lies ahead in this new year and in the next and so on.
1 January 2016 was a Friday, and on that day I wrote,
Quite frankly, the same is to be said of 2017, but if it is to be considered that when with fervent anticipation one welcomes whatever happens within any given amount of time, he can expect to meet opportunity with little inhibition and attack perils with no dearth of courage.
For many the question of how one has come to know that the Church is true has an answer that is awe-inspiring, worth marvelling, and even some would be jaw-dropping. It had me set expectations as to what conversion must be, only to discover recently what conversion is not. This is probably why it has taken so long for me to realise and find mine.
I admire many converts of a few years who do their best to do their part not only as members of the Church, but as children of God—as disciples of Christ. Most of their conversion stories provoke a feeling and sense of awe in that you cannot help but marvel at their strength and courage to completely and utterly turn back from a life they had once valued and endeared so much and shift however to another of which they have yet to know much. That is just so admirable!
On the other hand, I had thought long and hard on my own conversion story and what it comprises, and hence for so long I thought to myself, “Am I really truly converted at all?”
I don’t make memes, but… I’m meme-literate. Yes, there’s such a thing as a meme-literate.
I have just started a dank meme collection.
And yes, I’m planning to sell it for a lump of cash in the future.
This is just too funny. I mean, I’ve never witnessed this happen, but I can imagine.
Attraction is usually limited to physical attributes: one’s height, one’s weight, how much makeup one might have put on, how much bulk you have, and even what clothes you wear; when in fact, none of these matter. That’s right.
At least for Joshua Labajo.
Over the years, I have been jested upon by my good friends about my taste in women. Some have said that I am simply too idealistic. Well, that may have been true. Nonetheless—and I had said—over the years, this taste just simply changes; and what a change it has undergone! I choose not to discuss in any mode what my taste in women was like in the past, although it has been discussed but not in detail in a previous post.
I define attraction by removing a few words from a definition of Merriam-Webster. They define it as “a feeling that makes someone romantically or sexually interested in another person”. Should you omit ‘romantically or sexually’, this would be how attraction is defined in this post.
So much is warranted physically of a person by society that it has become nauseating to receive these expectations and try to fulfill them. What is not realised is what I had stated in the first paragraph: none of these expectations matter. For me, however: I would personally have my expectations, but I have kept it far from the expectations of society.
Good day, alL!
I know of a lot of chihuahua owners and have seen many chihuahuas myself in the Philippines and I can safely assure you that this is true.
…but awfully funny!