[Writing Meme] Day 9: A picture that you took
This is the morning view of the midpoint pit stop to Sagada from Baguio. I have never seen clouds so perfectly fluffy before.
This is part of the 30-Day Meme. Next is Day 10: A photo of you taken 10 years ago.
[Writing Meme] Day 8: A picture that makes you angry/sad
A lot have speculated on the ethics around this shot. I think this article sums up the life of the photographer, Kevin Carter, and the circumstances surrounding this photo.
Part of the 30-Day Meme. Next is Day 9: A photo you took.
[Writing Meme] Day 7: A photo that makes you happy
I woke up one morning to find these two at the foot of the bed.
Part of the 30-Day Writing Meme. next is Day 8: A photo that makes you angry/sad.
[Writing Meme] Day 6: Whatever catches your fancy
I am a workaholic because I don’t like being restless. I also like money a lot, like any person really. I don’t like being tied down by poverty, and I abhor being bored.
Of course, juggling labor-heavy jobs such as crew-work and teaching will take its toll on the body. I hate getting sick, and I should be taking my vitamins more diligently. Even when that doesn’t work, I can only hope to stave off the flu with home remedy I picked off a talk show during college. It’s what I like to call the anti-flu marinade.
Anti-Flu Marinade
Ingredients:
(1/2) Cup Rock Salt
(1) Lemon wedge (can be replaced with 2-4 calamansis)
(1) Tablespoon of olive oil
Preparation:
Pour the rock salt into a small bowl, then mix in the olive oil. Squeeze in the lemon or calamansi.
How to use:
Scrub down with this mixture in a hot shower or bath. Rinse off.
You’ll feel refreshed right after. In my experience, if you do this during early symptoms of the flu (low fever, slight sniffles) it’s sometimes enough to keep it away.
So that’s what I’m doing now for a speedy recovery for the flu. I have tech week, bills to pay, and I need to be in tip-top shape!
Part of the 30 Day Writing Meme. Next is Day 7: A photo that makes you happy.
The Aftermath
I’ve only been 26 for four months, but I feel like I’ve turned 40. That’s what seeing your cancer-ridden Mom does, God rest her soul.
It really was my Mom’s time. It only made sense on the day she passed, when she showed us the last page of the book she read, when her best friend told us the significance of her death date (August 8, a date she obsessed over since my sister was born). It was only then I understood that there are no coincidences. As someone who has wandered in and out of faith, it was only this instance that had me fully realize God’s design.
I understand why Mom had to go, even with her unfinished business. I understand why it happened so fast: a mere six months, starting from non-threatening leukemia that suddenly led to a malignant meioma turned uterine cancer. Even in grief, I could count the steps to her illness in the cups of coffee, the long work hours, and the superhuman adrenaline of single-handedly raising two girls. Mom was stubborn, and she learned all she could in this existence.
People ask me how I am. I never know how to answer that in this stage. I’ve had better years. I know we’ll be ok. But damn, I am scared. I can’t even keep up with my phone bill, what more a household? I don’t even know where to begin.