#iencourage

[brucedinsman]

Faith's Checkbook

      August 28Out of Any CircumstanceAs for me, I will call upon God; and the Lord shall save me. (Psalm 55:16)Yes, I must and will pray. What else can I do? What better can I do? Betrayed, forsaken, grieved,baffled, O my Lord, I will call upon Thee. My Ziklag is in ashes, and men speak of stoning me; but Iencourage my heart in the Lord, who will bear me through this trial as He has borne me…

[naturecoaster]

Community Leaders Ride Along During March for Meals

The Citrus County Board of County Commissioners’ (BOCC) Division of Support Services invited community leaders to help bring attention to the needs of seniors by volunteering to assist with Meals on Wheels deliveries during “Community Champions Week,” March 20 – March 24, 2023, as a part of the national March for Meals campaign. Community Leaders Ride Along During March for Meals These high-profile volunteers, which included Chairman Ruthie Davis Schlabach and CommissionerDiana Finegan, accompanied experienced Meals on Wheels drivers on their regular delivery routes. “It gives me great comfort to know that someone is checking on our elderly citizens,” said Schlabach.“Meals on Wheels has touched my family personally,” Chairman Schlabach reflects. “My late motherwanted to hold on to her independence so, when it became clear that she was not getting the nutrition she needed, Meals on Wheels was a perfect fit. This cause is near and dear to my heart.” This year's March for Meals celebration comes at a time when eight out of ten local Meals on Wheelsprograms are still delivering meals to more older adults than they were prior to the pandemic, andoperational and food costs are still soaring even while inflation slows. “The men and women that volunteer their time every month to deliver meals are the true champions,” said Commissioner Finegan. “(Drivers) Linda and Gayle showed me that they provide more than meals. They give kindness, smiles, and share other services and activities for those looking for companionship. Iencourage everyone that has even one day a month to volunteer to try a ride along and see the great benefit of Meals on Wheels.” County Administrator Steve Howard also took an opportunity to volunteer his time. “I was honored toparticipate,” he said. “The volunteers work tirelessly to make this program so successful. Theydemonstrate what service to community is in action.” To learn more about March for Meals, visit www.mealsonwheelsamerica.org/take-action/march-for-meals. To volunteer, please call (352) 527-5975 or email Roberta.Lawrence@citrusbocc.com. Read the full article

[binfluenced]

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[waywardwrestlewritingwaif]

Death Match

Well, here it is, my first attempt at a GCW fanfic. (Second one is probably coming very shortly.) Thanks to the lovely anon who iencouraged me to try this. Hope you like.

Pairing: Atticus Cogar x OFC

Word count: 3,678

Content advisory: graphic violence, sexual content, language

The crowd is so hot for you, which helps quell your nerves a little. You’ve done deathmatches before. You’ve fought men before. You’re on a hot streak right now, so there’s more attention on you but you’ve got the smarts and experience to deliver. You take a few moments to pose and get the crowd even more behind you as your music swells and fades. The sound of the cheering is more powerful than any drug you’ve ever tried.

Of course, you couldn’t be the beloved baby face that you are tonight without the heel to balance you. The second his music hits, it’s like the crowd doubles in size. The boos rise up like a swarm of locusts and just hang in the air. Man, do they hate him. They hate him like he burned their city to the ground.

The second Atticus Cogar shows his face, the noise gets so loud you can’t even hear his music anymore. He glances around with contempt, looking every but the snot-nosed punk he really is, and heads straight to the ring. You could kill him tonight and every single person in this audience would cover for you. You’d kind of like to kill him.

The ring is already littered with some weapons: chairs, mostly, a couple of thick curtain rods, some lighting tubes, and an ominous-looking toolbox. You can’t help wondering if that’s an actual box of tools that someone left there by accident. It would be pretty hilarious if the night ended with some poor guy washing blood and god knows what else off the items he literally needs to do his job. You just hope it’s not all your blood.

You pace a little, stretching out your arms as he takes his sweet ass time getting into the ring. It helps with the nervous knots. You’ve got this. You know you can do this. Done it before and done it well.

He’s in his own corner now, slowly removing the stiff collared shirt he always wears to the ring. Pretentious, uptight little shit. Finally, he turns around, sneering at the audience that is already screaming for you to fuck him up. You grin and raise your arms but you know better than to take your eyes off him.

The ring announcer starts to do the honors.

“The following match is scheduled for one fall. There is no time limit and no disqualifications…”

The two of you approach each other as both of your stats are called.

“Finally found a way to get your hands on me,” he smirks.

And therein lies the problem.

Yes, he’s an egotistical bastard with a sadistic streak but he’s also right. You do want him and not just in the ring. You have for months as the two of you have been moving through the same indie circuit together, always on the same shows but never facing off. You suspect that the lust is mutual but he’s good at hiding whatever he’s thinking behind that obnoxious front, so you can never be sure. His attitude makes you want to break his back. But then you’d want to roll him over and climb on top.

The bell rings but he makes no attempt to approach you. He stands still with his head tilted and that infuriating sneer on his irritatingly attractive face.

“Try not to give up too quickly,” he teases. “We want to give these assholes a bit of a show.”

You pretend to laugh shuffling around a little. He outweighs you by twenty-five pounds, give or take, and has five or six inches of height on you. If you try to overpower him, you’re doomed. No, you’re going to have to rely on your brains and speed. You move just a little, enough that your body hides what you’re doing with your hand. He’s so convinced that he’s going to win that he’s not watching you carefully enough, doesn’t perceive your hand curling around the metal chair that’s leaning against the ropes behind you.

You even give him a little smile just before you make one quick move and hurl the chair right into his face. It doesn’t hit him hard but it does the trick. He throws his arms up to block and that gives you the chance to hit a running kick right into his solar plexus, knocking him back into the corner and off his feet so you can jump in for the kill.

You land on him, raining down as many forearm strikes as you can. What you lack in power you make up for in quantity. If you can hit him enough, he’s going to be too punch-drunk to counter you. At a point, you have to stop just because swinging your arm at full strength is taking the air out of you and hurting your arm. It’s just a second but you glance down and see his hateful eyes staring up at you. And even though you’ve been in this position with dozens of opponents, this is the first time you realize that it’s a perspective you normally only get in bed, straddling someone and watching them underneath you. His nostrils flare a little as if he’s thinking the same thing but you’ve given him a crucial break and when you pull your arm back to hit him again, he grabs a fistful of your hair and slams your head into the corner post.

Now you’re the one who’s dazed and he slithers out from under you, locking his arms around your waist and flipping you backwards without even standing up. Immediately, you feel a blunt pain in your back and it takes you a moment to realize you’ve landed on the stupid chair that’s still lying in the middle of the ring. You roll just enough to dodge his boot as he tries to stomp down on you but he recovers enough to give you a sharp kick to the ribs.

After a strong start, this has gotten away from you, so you roll out of the ring to regroup, looking up just in time to sidestep as he dives right through the ropes at you, crashing and burning as the audience separates like the red sea, cheering as he hits the floor. No point in waiting, so even though your side still hurts a lot you grab him by his shirt and pull him to his feet to get him back in the ring.

He has enough in him to hit one blow, nowhere near full strength but enough that he can overpower you and push you hard against the ring apron, your aching ribs absorbing most of the impact. He barges into you to injure them further, crushing you into the edge of the ring. Your eyes meet again as your bodies grind together and you’re almost certain you see a flicker of lust pass over him.

At the exact same moment, you both rake each other’s eyes and spring apart, yelping like dogs. You’re able to get one hand on the bottom rope, which allows you to pull yourself back in the ring. Son of a bitch scratched you right on the eyeball so you can barely see, but it’s enough for you to make out his form crawling back into the ring. He charges at you but he’s clearly not able to see either, so you’re able to pick up the chair and slam it into what you hope is his head.

Regardless, he drops and it gives you the chance to rub your eyes a little so you can get a handle on what’s going on. He's on the ground, trying to push himself up and as you approach, you’re pleased to see that you’ve opened up a cut above his left eyebrow. Grinning, you grab a handful of his hair and pull him up so that he’s forced to look at you from his knees.

“You look good like that,” you taunt.

He punches you in the thigh, not enough to knock you over but you know right away you’re going to have a nasty bruise there in the morning. The slight wobble in your stance allows him to grab your arm and snap it behind your back, twisting it painfully as he pushes you face-first into the canvas and lands on top of you.

“Why don’t you just tap out so we can go back to the hotel and I can give you what you really want,” he whispers harshly.

“Don’t flatter yourself,” you gasp, the air getting pressed out of you as you writhe, trying to force your way out from under him by bucking your hips back into his.

He thrusts back against you just a little, but it’s enough for you to get some leverage and force him back. He gets an arm around your neck but you roll over so that it’s his shoulders pinned to the mat. The ref counts two and he’s forced to release you to avoid the loss.

The two of you scramble backwards, away from each other but still staring, panting. The crowd is making a ton of noise but it all kind of blends together. There’s no one else here right now, just you and him. He gives a devilish smile as he unfolds one of the chairs and stands it up in the center of the ring. What the hell is he up to? You see him get to his feet and move towards you so you lunge at him.

You realize just a split second too late that you’ve fallen into a trap as he intercepts you and locks an arm around your neck, slamming your head into the chair so hard you bounce right off it.

“Oh you’re dead,” you snarl at him, barely able to register that it’s you talking.

“You fight like a little girl.”

Once again, you slide outside the ring and lift the apron to see what you can find there, a couple of doors that always seem to be on hand for these matches. You grab one but you have to keep an eye on what he’s doing, so it’s awkward and you know you’re wasting precious time.

He jumps down on the floor and grabs the other side of the door. You struggle to get it away from him but it’s useless. If he lets go too quickly you’ll fall over under your own momentum.

“Bitch, we both want the same thing!” he yells.

You’re about to retort but he cuts you off.

“We both want to use these things.” He shakes the wooden plank a little. “Let’s just get them in the ring and we’ll figure out how to fuck each other up after.”

“Still thinking about fucking me?” you gloat.

However, you have to admit he’s right, so you work together to throw one door and then another into the ring. As you grab the second one, you both see something else under there. The glint along its edges is unmistakable. Cutting a quick, excited glance at each other, you make the decision at the same time. Hell yeah, let’s do this. You reach under the ring and take out the pristine sheet of glass, lifting it with surprising delicacy and pushing it onto the canvas. This is going to be grotesque.

You slide back in under the bottom rope, both on your stomachs, eyes locked, breathing rapid. The crowd is roaring. They want blood. Together, you place the glass in one corner, then each of you takes a door to lean against other corners. You glance away for just a second to steady the panel and out of the corner of your eye you see him drop what he’s doing and run for you at top speed. You notice just in time to move and he crashes right through the wood, landing in a heap.

“Too eager,” you grunt, dragging him back enough that you can roll him up, your upper body between his legs, dangerously close.

One… two… the fucker kicks out, smacking his crotch right into your face.

He moves quickly to get to his feet, which puts you in an awkward position. if he jumps at you, he’ll flatten you. If you swing at him, there’s a good chance you’re too gassed to exert the force you’d need to take him off his feet. It’s still the better option, so you run forward and drive your forearm into his head, dragging it with all your might against the cut on his face, making it wider and bloodier. Red drops roll onto your arm.

“That all you got?” he hisses, pushing his face so close that you can’t see anything else.

“All you’re getting.”

“Keep pretending. You’re not worth the effort to take my dick out.”

You give him a push because you have to get him away from you or you really are going to have a meltdown and try to tear his clothes off. It’s a hard push but you’re surprised when he drops down to one knee. You take one step forward and are clocked right upside the head with the goddamn toolbox. It’s empty, thankfully, but it’s still more than enough to knock you senseless and he tackles you to the ground, trapping your legs between his and pinning your wrists to the mat.

It’s an awkward hold because while his grip is painful, it’s not effective. Every time the ref goes to count, you’re able to lift a shoulder. He’s too strong and too heavy for you to escape and if he leaned down on your shoulders, you’d be done for. But he’s just staring at you like a wild animal, as if the match isn’t happening at all.

“I’m gonna break you in half,” he whispers.

You strain and push your head up a little, moving your lips as if you’re about to speak. He moves a little closer, just close enough for you to sink your teeth into his bottom lip. He roars and jumps back but you’re still dazed and he’s able to grab you by the hair and propel you forward into the second door, head first.

The fucking thing doesn’t break. You absorb every bit of the impact and you literally see stars. Instinct forces you up to your feet but you’re way too disoriented to mount any sort of offense. Atticus locks his arms around your stomach from behind, holding you so tight you can barely get any breath in. He pushes one fist up into the ribs you’d injured at the beginning of the match and the pain is so much you can barely move. You’re desperately trying to get free but even with the voices of the crowd willing you on, you can barely move. He keeps constricting, pulling you back against him.

As you struggle in vain, you realize, even in your dazed state, that you can feel the outline of his hardened cock against your ass. The more you fight, the more you can feel him getting turned on and you inadvertently let out a very sexual moan. He presses his head close and kisses your cheek.

“I love you too, babe,” he jeers.

He drags you over to the ropes, flinging you over the bottom one. You try to crawl over it but he grabs your head and presses it down so that your throat is getting crushed against the cable. You move as best you can but he straddles your back, pinning you in position with his legs so that your arms are strung, useless, over the rope. He keeps his hand knotted in your hair and out of the corner of your eye you see his free hand go to his pocket. Your heart sinks. You know exactly what’s about to happen.

He presses a handful of sharpened skewers against your scalp and removes his hand from your hair. You don’t even have time to brace yourself before he hammers down on the skewers, driving them into your scalp. It takes you a minute to realize that the noise you hear is your own voice screaming in pain. he steps back to enjoy his handiwork, a cruel smile on his lips as you turn around, streams of blood already trickling down your face and neck as you try desperately to get the tiny spears out of your head.

Some fall out on their own and you’re able to swat others loose but you’re in no position to defend yourself as he grabs you from behind once again and lifts you up, throwing you back with a massive suplex, right through the pane of glass you’d helped him put in place.

You know you’ve lost. You’ve got shards of glass all over you, inside your gear and covering your skin. There are still skewers in your head. There’s blood coming out of about eight different parts of you. Instinctively, you cover your face with your hands, partly wanting to protect your eyes and partly because you don’t want to see what’s about to happen. And then…

Nothing.

You lower your hands a little, wondering if he hurt himself on that last move but he’s already getting to his feet, a little unsteadily, yes, but he’s not bleeding any more than he was before and he isn’t showing any signs of injury. He’s just standing there, staring at you with an expression you can’t read, somewhere between surprise and confusion. This staredown seems to go on for a long time, long enough that a hush falls over the crowd. They don’t know what’s happening either.

Your right arm drops. You have a gash on your bicep that’s bleeding profusely. As your hand hits the ground, you feel something there. One of the curtain rods that’s been in the ring the whole time. Atticus looks down and shakes his head a little, like he’s trying to clear the cobwebs. Unbelievable.

You grab hold of the curtain rod and struggle to your feet. You aren’t too quick but when he looks up, he doesn’t move. This is it. One shot. You get that crazy burst of adrenaline that only comes when you feel like your life is literally in danger and god knows that with this guy, it could be. You swing the pole with all your might, crashing it into his stomach and dropping him with a sick thud.

He’s on his hands and knees, struggling not to vomit from the force. You doubt he has much idea what’s going on and take your chance, grabbing him by the arm and hoping you have enough adrenaline left to lift him up just enough to drop him on his smug face in the pool of broken glass behind you.

It’s at the last minute that you see his other hand grab hold of one of the light tubes and immediately you panic. You cannot take another faceful of glass. You can’t. You drop his arm and without thinking, you stomp down on his hand, shattering the tube and driving his palm down into it.

He shrieks in pain and immediately you see a red stain spreading all around his hand. You know you need to act, you need to pin him or choke him or something but you can’t. For the first time in your career, you’re horrified at something you’ve done. It’s not until he glares back at you that you even come to your senses.

“Don’t pussy out now,” he mutters.

You drop to your knees behind him, locking one arm over his face and the other under his arm so that you’re wrenching his neck back. Once again, he screams from the pain and you think he’s done but then he bites down on the inside of your arm with all his force. You can feel his incisors tearing into your flesh. You know you can’t hold on much longer so you crank back on his neck, driving your knee into his back so that he can’t get air in but the bastard won’t let up on your arm. If he can roll himself over a little, it’s going to be your shoulders on the mat.

“Fuck you!” you holler. “I fucking hate you!”

But you don’t mean it. And you stupidly hope he knows that.

You can feel yourself getting dizzy from blood loss, your strength draining out along with it. The angle you have him trapped, he must be in agony, but the pain from that bite is quickly growing unbearable. And just as you’re about to break, you see it. He pounds his hand repeatedly on the mat, leaving a bloody stain with every strike. He’s tapping out.

“That’s it! It’s over!” The ref calls and you hear the metal ring of the bell just as you collapse onto your back.

You’re supposed to stand up, take in the adulation of the crowd, but you can’t move. The sound of your breath going in and out is alarmingly loud. Your curtain call can wait.

Likewise, it’s customary for the loser to just roll out of the ring and slink backstage but Atticus isn’t moving either. He’s flat on his stomach and as you tilt your head to look, he’s staring right back at you. For a second, you’re not even sure that he’s conscious.

Your hands are so close, close enough that just relaxing your fingers a little bridges almost the entire distance. Straightening his fingers slightly, he’s able to bridge the rest. You’re barely touching, just the tips of your trembling hands. You’re both covered in rapidly drying blood, your own and each other’s, just trying to get enough air to stay conscious.

“Stupid asshole,” you murmur, barely able to summon the strength to move your lips, “you could have pinned me.”

He exhales heavily and gives the faintest of smiles. “I’d had enough foreplay. Figured we should move on to the good stuff.”

[nicolelantoria]

Ang mga naganap na virtual seminar ng NSTP-CWTS sa gitna ng pandemya.

Nais ng NSTP-CWTS na maituloy padin ang mga seminar para sa mga mag-aaral ng ALIAC kahit na tayo ay nasa gitna ng pandemya, kaya ay gumawa sila ng paraan upang maituloy ito sa ligtas na paraan. Ang mga webinar na ito ay ginanap gamit ang zoom app na kung saan ay virtual mong makikita at makakausap ang mga tao.

Ang unang webinar sa unang semester ay naganap noong septyembre 19, 2020 na may pamagat na Scio: ALIAC Phoenix’s unyielding cognizance for environmental awareness. Ito ay pinangunahan ni Ginoong Manuel Dimalaluan isang renowned agriculturist galing sa department of agriculture. Layon ni Ginoong Manuel Dimalaluan na mag bahagi ng kanyang mga ideya sa hydroponics/aquaponics system at urban agriculture.

Ang ikalawang webinar sa unang semester ay ginanap noong oktubre 24, 2020 ito ay pinangunahan ni Ginoong Rodne Galicha isang executive director of living laudato si Philippines and isang environmentalist, and pangalawa naman na speaker ay si Dr. Ted Esguerra na isang disaster management expert resource. Layon ng webinar na ito na tayo ay maging handa at alerto sa mga disaster na kahit anong oras na pwedeng mangyari.

Ang unang webinar sa pangalawang semester ay may pamagat na Gender Laws ito ay pinangunahan ni Dr Gina Opiniano na isang propesor sa UST layon ng webinar na ito na maging mulat tayo at responsible at hind imaging ignorante pag dating sa mga kasarian at mga batas.

Ang pangalawang webinar sa pangalawang semester ay may pamagat na Servant Leadership: Strenghthening mental health and social skills through volunteerism. Ito ay pinangunahan ni Madonna Sundiam. Layon ng webinar na ito na tayo ay iencourage na maging mabuting ehemplo, na mapatibay ang mga kakayahan patungo sa pagiging lider.

[regesc]

okay inevitably i want to do a mains sorta thing, because im really into characters that can affect noctis’ canon as a whole & (hence why all the ppl whom i write w a LOT have their own IC tag too)  but im slowly finding my feet on what im comfortable with BUT WHENEVER I DO A MAINS CALL (not sure when, im still a touch anxious <3) i’ll generally be doing the 2 (preferably) to 3 rule on charas, no exclusivity unless we talk and plan it a LOT (im iffy on exclusivity in general but always leave it as an option for the more anxious bcus i know sometimes it can be hard)  but ultimately what i want from mains are relationships that can change the way i write noctis in small ways, or relationships i can write into his canon as i slowly fix xv. 

BUT YES!! those r my thoughts on mains n stuff. i will put out a proper call at some point, but if before that you’re genuienly interested please hit me up  ♥ i am open to most anything - friendships, enemies, romantic ships, etc, so never be afraid to just come to me yelling about what you want : ‘ ) in fact iencourage it.

[enneysblogworld]

Yeah...

That's my definition of worship

#SeekingGodEarly

#IamaLEVITE

#iEncourage

[brucedinsman]

Faith's Checkbook

Faith’s Checkbook

August 28Out of Any CircumstanceAs for me, I will call upon God; and the Lord shall save me. (Psalm 55:16)Yes, I must and will pray. What else can I do? What better can I do? Betrayed, forsaken, grieved,baffled, O my Lord, I will call upon Thee. My Ziklag is in ashes, and men speak of stoning me; but Iencourage my heart in the Lord, who will bear me through this trial as He has borne me through…

[naturecoaster]

Community Leaders Ride Along During March for Meals

The Citrus County Board of County Commissioners’ (BOCC) Division of Support Services invited community leaders to help bring attention to the needs of seniors by volunteering to assist with Meals on Wheels deliveries during “Community Champions Week,” March 20 – March 24, 2023, as a part of the national March for Meals campaign. Community Leaders Ride Along During March for Meals These high-profile volunteers, which included Chairman Ruthie Davis Schlabach and CommissionerDiana Finegan, accompanied experienced Meals on Wheels drivers on their regular delivery routes. “It gives me great comfort to know that someone is checking on our elderly citizens,” said Schlabach.“Meals on Wheels has touched my family personally,” Chairman Schlabach reflects. “My late motherwanted to hold on to her independence so, when it became clear that she was not getting the nutrition she needed, Meals on Wheels was a perfect fit. This cause is near and dear to my heart.” This year's March for Meals celebration comes at a time when eight out of ten local Meals on Wheelsprograms are still delivering meals to more older adults than they were prior to the pandemic, andoperational and food costs are still soaring even while inflation slows. “The men and women that volunteer their time every month to deliver meals are the true champions,” said Commissioner Finegan. “(Drivers) Linda and Gayle showed me that they provide more than meals. They give kindness, smiles, and share other services and activities for those looking for companionship. Iencourage everyone that has even one day a month to volunteer to try a ride along and see the great benefit of Meals on Wheels.” County Administrator Steve Howard also took an opportunity to volunteer his time. “I was honored toparticipate,” he said. “The volunteers work tirelessly to make this program so successful. Theydemonstrate what service to community is in action.” To learn more about March for Meals, visit www.mealsonwheelsamerica.org/take-action/march-for-meals. To volunteer, please call (352) 527-5975 or email Roberta.Lawrence@citrusbocc.com. Read the full article

[ammmselfish]

Health first? Ampucha I need gradesss!

Yoooo, I NEED honor, kasi pag honor mas makakapasok ako sa dream college ko. My gahd high demands? Yes! Lintek naman kasi. Honestly bukod don. Gusto ko lang patunayan na hindi ako patamadtamad. Kasi para sa iba kailangan ipakita mo at di lang puro bukang bibig. Not to show off. Gusto ko lang mapakita kung ano capability ko, masama ba yun? Gusto ko makapasok sa magandang school para sa magandang kinabukasan. Not mine, but for my parents. Pero minsan talaga nakakatamad nalang magaral kasi imbis na i-cheer up o iencourage ka? Hahatakin ka pa pababa, you know ung in a nice way niya sainasabi pero di namin ako bobo para di malaman ang totoo nyang nais sabihin.

Wala lang 10pm rants bago matulog hehe.

[binfluenced]

@theofficialmzdee 💋 YES! You... Are simply the best. #beyourbest #doyourbest #believeinyourself #growth #motivationalquotes #motivationalmeme #empoweringwomen #empowerment #selfhealing #wellnesscoach #faith #soulsearching #holisticcleansing #sundayinspiration #sundaysoul #fundaysunday #reflections . . . . . . #iempower #iencourage #iinspire #imotivate #iwrite #ispeak #ihaveastorytotell . . . #vibratehigher https://www.instagram.com/p/B3AmpPMBbNq/?igshid=cdjxvrkyjyl

[thesecoldfeet]

disclaimer: hindi ako nagbbrag.

nakita ko yung kaibigan ko na nagbebenta ng preloved books niya sa facebook including yung kaisa isang author na talaga namang super favorite niya na inintroduce ko lol. 😂 sobrang nanghihinayang ako kasi super in good condition yung mga libro tapos binebenta niya lang for like 150. to cut the story short, i paid for some and it made her so happy kasi ako yung bibili without her knowing na wala naman akong balak kunin sa kanya yung mga libro niya. i feel like i need to do something to help my friend and i knew how much she loved those books because i was there when she bought almost all of it. sometimes nakakailang balik pa kami sa nbs to check if available na ba/available pa ba. sobrang lutang pa niya kanina so i had to explain pa na i'm going to buy all of it but she needs to promise me na hindi na niya ibebenta yung mga yon. sobrang nahappy ako na natulungan ko siya kahit papaano.

she was there nung ako yung nasa puntong walang wala. nandyan siya lagi para iencourage ako nung ako yung lugmok na lugmok at hindi alam papano pa babangon. she's my hero and i knew i have to do something because my hero needs to be saved, too.

[stopbyanytime]

Mommy daughter Thursday, with the aggressive BOO’d Up!!! I will SING, yes God! I sho’ll will!!! #grateful #iencourage