how to love
As chancellor, I intend to show how indispensable “imagineers” are—social scientists and people in the arts and humanities, the creative professions, architecture being paramount—for improving the quality of people’s lives and creating spaces where people can thrive, and grow.
We’ve been doing that for years in UP with the most limited of resources, which we are able to stretch because we have so many bright faculty and students. Yet there are many times, too, seeing how our students live day to day, when I want to go up to them and say, “You deserve more, so much more.”
- Why We Stay, Chancellor Tan
how i feel seeing my kids everyday, at work.
a year ago, i had the privilege (thanks to my course’s abundance of free electives!) to be under one of the most brilliant professors i’d ever met, Sir A. i learned many life lessons from him (and a lot about critical theory too, i guess. lol who am i kidding he’s the reason i have a copy of smith & parks - 2nd edition - in my bookshelf omg) - one of which stands out right now. he once told me, during a quick chat after class, how he doesn’t believe in awards. whenever he’s nominated for one- and there have been many!-, or even when he actually wins them, he would send a thank you note but throw the awards night invitation in the trash.
he told me that he had never in his life worked in the hopes that his name would be recognized, or that his work would be lauded. he had just never cared for it. he just did what he was passionate about because he was passionate about it. he just did what he was good at, he was brilliant at it, and that was enough.
i’ve always remembered that, and i’ve always since tried to be the same. biting down my tongue whenever i felt the urge to brag, swallowing my words whenever i felt like defending myself. decorum and restraint, he would always say, quoting horace. decorum and restraint, i would always say, quoting him.
to be that simple, that brilliant, that precise. that is what i want for myself. to ignore the excesses - to go for gold, and then scorn the trophy. it’s harder than it sounds. sometimes i find myself slipping, i find myself wanting to be part of the limelight, enjoying the praise and the pats on the back. sometimes it gets so bad that even crave for it. and sometimes, like today, i find myself annoyed at the absence of attention. and then i remember how pathetic that sounds… and i ask myself,
are you here to be known for doing good, or are you here to do good?
cause if it’s the latter, then note to self: get the fuck over yourself and get to work.
Getting married in the morning what a better way to start the day right and begin the marriage by making it right with the Lord âº An exciting day this was! My team and I came in the hotel and Tia, …
So my brother got married a little over a week ago! 9 years ago, he and Kris (tia) met at a soiree… and well. Now there are pictures and videos of their wedding! Crazy. The photos and videos are beautiful, but it was nothing compared to seeing it all unfold live. They have the sweetest love story :)
Video is here!
at church today, the priest asked what we thought the opposite of peace was. in my head, i answered war. someone raised his hand and answered, gulo. the priest accepted all answers but offered his own: that the opposite of peace is fear. that all the gulo and wars in this world, as well as discontent and anger and frustration, breeds from a place of fear. and that peace is acceptance, wholehearted acceptance of what is and what is to come. that is, the absence of fear.
and i think about all the times i tried to sabotage us and how each time i was so afraid of the mess we would make down the line. and how each time, you held my hand and waited for the fear to pass. each time i cried to you, you held me until my eyes ran out of tears, my heart out of fears.
this weekend was a good weekend. it was no christmas, no valentine’s, no birthday, but it was something else. i felt just how happy i was and how happy we were, in a way i have not felt yet. and now that monday is looming i look back and i have finally found a word for where we are now with each other: at peace. :)
that’s got to be something.
i loved this movie so much, but. HAHAHAHA
Theodore: I’ve never loved anyone the way I love you.
Samantha: Me too. Now we know how.
I find it interesting that porn (a billion-dollar industry) is consumed by millions of people — men and women (and all other equally wonderful genders) alike — yet no one is willing to consider the lives of the people behind the camera. No one wants to hear about the abuses and exploitation that take place, no one wants to hear about the violence committed every day against sex workers, no one wants to consider that we have hopes and dreams and ambitions.
No, all we are is “whores and bimbos.”
I reject this. Instead, what I ask for is simple. I, like all other sex workers, want to be treated with dignity and respect. I want equal representation under the law and within societal institutions. I want people to acknowledge our humanity. I want people to listen to our unique narratives and dialogues.