Post a Week: Unplugged

Sometimes, we all need a break from these little glowing boxes. How do you know when it’s time to unplug? What do you do to make it happen?

Photographers, artists, poets: show us UNPLUGGED.

I can hear the rustling of the bottlebrush trees. They, along with the merry chatter of several high school students, resound like music in my ears, the same way that the tinkling of the marching band did, back in my teenage days. We’re in my old school. It’s just Him and me, enjoying the simplicity of life, remembering the days before there was Facebook, before there was Twitter. When Yahoo was bigger than Google and only the elite few had access to the indexing giant at the time.

Life was simple back then.

But then again, life can still be simple now.

via http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/10/08/daily-prompt-unplugged/

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Post a Week: Home

Pick a letter, any letter. Now, write a story, poem, or post in which every line starts with that letter.

Photographers, artists, poets: show us SYMMETRY.

Home. He would be seeing home soon. He would be feasting his eyes upon the twinkling lights that dotted the mountainsides like ornaments on a Christmas tree. He would be looking at the pale moon that shone over Mt. Kalugong, welcoming him back after him being away for ten plus years.

His heart warmed at the thought of highland coffee, of soyfee, of drinking these brews while basking in the fog and chilly wintry air. Highlands coffee was the best. His grandmother always had a cup or more waiting for him at the dinner table.

Happily, he snuggled into the worn out provincial bus seat.

He would be seeing home soon.

via http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/10/01/daily-prompt-symmetry/

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Post a Week: Flip Flop

Think of a topic or issue about which you’ve switched your opinion. Why the change?

Photographers, artists, poets: show us TRANSITION.

Good morning, Maam, what will it be? Will it be coffee or will it be tea?

Tea. Please, no more coffee for me.

Good morning, Maam, what will it be? Will it be coffee or will it be tea?

Tea. Less caffeine, less sugar, less milk, less hyperacidity.

Good morning, Maam, what will it be? Will it be coffee or will it be tea?

Tea. I have no intention of going back to my coffee dependency.

Good morning, Maam, what will it be? Will it be coffee or will it be tea?

Omygashhhh, coffee… Get thee away from me!

jco

via http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/07/18/daily-post-transition/

Post a Week: Nanay

Describe a moment of kindness, between you and someone else — loved one or complete stranger.

Photographers, artists, poets: show us KINDNESS.

I met Nanay at the airport. Her daughter noticed I was traveling alone. I must have had my super friendly demeanor switched on because she approached me, then startled me with her introduction and proposition: It was her mother’s first time to fly on her own — did I mind taking the little old lady under my wing during that flight?

“She can’t speak English,” she pleaded.

“Uhhh… Okay,” was my sheepish and rather hesitant reply.

Daughter sent us off past the check in counters. I stood by Nanay as the Immigration Officer put exit stamps on our maroon booklets. I led her to the luggage x-ray machine and translated because the guards spoke to her in Bahasa Melayu.

Kailangan niyo po raw inumin yung tubig niyo, bawal siya idala sa eroplano.” (He said you have to finish off your drink, outside water isn’t allowed inside the aircraft.)

We kept each other company while we waited for our delayed flight home. I showed her the way to our plane and even filled the immigration card in for her.

When we landed, she said her son should be there to fetch her.

May phone po ba siya?” (Does he have a phone? )

Wala, Internet lang ang gamit niya.” (He doesn’t, he only uses the Internet.)

After circling through the arrival area, we concluded that her son for some reason failed to show up. Thankfully, Adrian was there to fetch me. And since he had a phone, a sim, and some credit, we were able to contact some of Nanay’s relatives.

I’m going to kill you guys, you forgot about me and didn’t send anyone to fetch me,” she said sweetly into the phone in her local dialect Waray.

Nay, magtaxi nalang po tayo, sabay nalang tayo tapos baba kami sa Ortigas.” (Why don’t we take a taxi together and we’ll just hop off at Ortigas.)

Sige, ganun nalang. Pasensiya tala anak, salamat talaga.” (Ok, that’s what we’ll do then. I’m really sorry, child. Thank you.)

Wala pong anuman. Wala pong anuman.” (Not a problem. Not a problem.)

via http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/06/20/daily-prompt-kindness/

Post a Week: For the Sake of the World

Draft a post with three parts, each unrelated to the other, but create a common thread between them by including the same item — an object, a symbol, a place — in each part.

China – Amelia teaches reading and writing to children in far flung areas. Her heart is to not just educate them, but to also lead them to know more about life. Day in and day out, she ploughs through the unfamiliar tongue. Mandarin is not  her first language. Yet she attempts to teach the little children to the best of her abilities. She uses the Word — stories about David and Goliath, Samson and Delilah, Adam and Eve, and Jesus are among the kids’ favorites. They are her love and favorites, too.

* * *

I don’t know what I’m doing here. All I know is that I have a call. All these people who are not of my blood — they irritate me sometimes but I have grown to love them. They speak quite oddly — Tamil is a strange tongue after all. But I know I can get through to them through one language. And that’s the language of Love.

***

His stay in Europe is about to end. He’s traveled far. He’s traveled wide. But he’s met numerous amount of people there, hungry for The Word. What else could he do but overflow? He’s shared them the story about a man and a woman who ate from a tree. And then the one about the One who died for you and me. He is happy. He is fulfilled. He has lived out a life poured out. For the sake of God. For the sake of the world.

via http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/05/30/daily-prompt-weaving/

Post a Week: Jealous No More

Tell us about the last time you were really, truly jealous of someone. Did you act on it? Did it hurt your relationship?

Photographers, show us something GREEN.

Jealous of the girl who caught your eye
One of my darker days
When you looked at her where was I?
Should have been in her place
Here I am
All alone imagining what might have been
What could have been
If I had been there

Jealous of the one whose arms are around you
If she’s keeping you satisfied
Jealous of the one who finally found you
Made your sun and your stars collide
La la la la la la la
She’s a very very lucky girl
La la la la la la la

Jealous of the one who won your heart
They say it’s a perfect match
She’s gonna get to be where you are
And I don’t get better than that
She’ll say you’re fine
Whisper words I wish were mine
And they might have been
If I had been there

You know I’d fight the good fight
If I thought I’d change your mind
But if she makes you happy
I would leave that dream behind
Man, she better treat you right
And give you everything
Cause at the moment she doesn’t
I’ll be waiting in the wings

La la la la la la la
She’s a very very lucky girl

(Jealous by Nina)

I used to sing this song over and over. To different boys, because of different girls, mouthing out heartbreaks and heartaches and God-knows-what other matters of the heart.

But then I caught your eye. Oh wait — love, I think you caught mine.

It has been a crazy, sweet, and at times heart-wrenchingly rough process. But we made it through. And we’ll continue to make it through.

I am loved. You are loved.

We will make it through.

To every girl out there hoping for love to come by — my dears, don’t fret. Love is worth the wait.

To every man mustering up the courage and strength to pursue love — proceed with wisdom and care. Love is always worth the fight.

So I’ll say goodbye to the green-eyed monster. Today I’ll say hello to love.

via http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/05/23/daily-prompt-green-eyed-monster/

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