HiruSena ft. Philippine jeepneys (the most common method of transportation here)
CONTEXT: When jeeps are full during rush hour, it's normal to see two to four men hanging onto the back of the jeep by the railings. This shit is dangerous, because if you lose your grip while the jeep is moving, you'll get into an accident.
This is also something that both Hiruma and Sena would definitely do.
RIP HiruSena, you would have loved commuting via clinging onto jeeps like your life depends on it (and it does)
HiruSena Jeep series: (1/2)
EDIT: It has a playlist now on YouTube and Spotify!
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My setup is all wet, it finally rained after months of continuous scorching sunlight exposure but the rain is so aggressively violent that everything it could get it's hands on is kinda ruined so I'm just sitting here and contemplating what to do next
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many people on here would lose it if they really realized the extent of land dispossession and state violence carried out by many “post colonial” states across Asia, Africa, Eastern Europe & Latin America against ethnic minorities and indigenous people. This is not to state that it’s ok when the state of Israel does it- far from it. The state of Israel’s violence is inhumane and grotesque and I want nothing more than for it to be dismantled. What I do mean is the need many people - including white people, including people of color in diaspora, people everywhere- to linearly sort the world into categories of the “oppressed” (who are not white, by American standards) and who are “white” (by American standards ) has really come into sharp focus this last week over I/p, which millions of outsiders decided to apply a U.S. racial framework on to. If you need to understand Israelis as “white” in order for them to be oppressors you are going to have a very hard time unpacking how state violence actually runs in many modern nations, and if the idea that Jews can in a specific regional instance be a disproportionately privileged majority that has regional power at the same time they are internationally an often culturally oppressed minority, that a people can be in a complicated way both the oppressors and the oppressed even while many members of this group do not have the privilege of whiteness - if these nuances are too much you are going to have great difficulty with the modern nature of mass state violence and Neo colonialism
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한국어 실력을 높이기 위해서 매일 한국어로 일기를 쓰고 있어요.
As I have mentioned, September was a jam-packed month. I continue to upskill in my various interests and hobbies and pursue opportunities that I see myself enjoying - which is true most of the time. There's just so much homework to do. 🙈
I started studying Korean again to pursue translation in the future. Korean Cultural Center in the Philippines offered free cultural and language classes for the final term this year, and I got a slot for one of their classes. Registration at KCC is competitive. I initially aimed for two classes, but I am still lucky that I got into one of them. With King Sejong Institute, students complete 60 hours of language learning to graduate. Classes are happy, free, confusing, and seemingly complex at the same time 😉 but our teacher helps us understand each lesson before moving to another topic.
Oh, and we get to eat together after class, too!
I'm also studying Italian. But that's a whole other, yet equally confusing story. Languages are already mixing up in my head. But I still think that I want to learn more!
여기까지만 이야기를 할게요. 다음에 봬요!
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I remember hearing about the Filipino protests for ceasefire within Palestine.
I remember being glad to see the protests being done in solidarity with our fellow oppressed — having had a history of being colonized and all — and then, my father begrudgingly says, "Ang dami-dami na nga nating problema dito, nakikisawsaw pa kayo sa gulo!" [Tagalog: we already have so many problems here, but there you are joining in their chaos!]
I was immediately pissed — was it so bad to show our solidarity with Palestinians in our own land? — but, even in the moment, deep down, I knew my father's response was some form of valid. We can barely live in our own country still neck-deep in poverty as the corrupt manipulate their way into plundering the masses. I mean, if the 2022 national presidential elections was any indication, we were all fucking cheated systemically! We're living in a damned nightmare woven for decades upon decades by the rich and powerful, like the Marcoses.
A Facebook user once posted in a political discussion forum that we're living in a failed democracy. When I saw and stared at the post, I realized... yeah, we really fucking are. Putangina.
My father's comment about Filipino protests for Palestine implies a lot of valid points — we're in our own kind of hell, and we really should be striving to better ourselves first before we call help for other people... and yet, at the same time, I can't deny that, at least, in my head, heart, and soul, I'm fiercely chanting From the river to the sea, Palestine will be free!
I hope that one day we'll all see the day when we're all finally free — free from oppression. Free from corruption. Free to live and just be.
I hope that one day, we'll all be free.
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THE DESCRIPTION OF OUR LADY OF GUADALUPE
The Queen of Mexico, the Patroness of the Americas, the Patroness of the Unborn and the Celestial Patroness of the Philippines
Feast Day: December 12
"¿No estoy yo aquí que soy tu madre?"
("Am I not here, I who am your mother?")
Guadalupe (La Villa de Guadalupe Hidalgo) is a locality in Mexico where the Blessed Virgin Mary appeared to St. Juan Diego Cuauhtlatoatzin in December 12, 1531. At dawn on the ninth of December, on his way to the church, he heard a lovely sound of birds and a gentle woman's voice calling him: 'Juan Diego… Juanito!'
Looking up the Tepeyac hill, he saw Mary shining like the sun and stepping over precious stones. She said to him: 'It is my earnest wish that a church be built here, where I could show all my love, compassion, help and protection.'
Immediately, Juan Diego reported the message to the bishop (Don Juan de Zumárraga y Arrazola), who did not believe. In his distress, Juan Diego went back to the hill of the apparition and said to the Blessed Mother: 'My sweet lady, please, give this task to an important person, that he might believe, because I am so little and poor.' Mary replied: 'My little child, tomorrow, go again to the bishop, and tell him that it was I who sent you.'
Juan Diego obeyed, and this time, the bishop asked for a sign.
Again, Mary appeared to Juan Diego, and told him to wrap all the roses he could find on the hill in a mantle (tilmàtli or tilmà), and to present them to the bishop. Then, as he opened the mantle to show the roses to the bishop, the miraculous image of the Blessed Virgin Mary appeared on it. Thus, the bishop decided to build a church in the place of the apparitions, where he installed the miraculous mantle with great honor.
Our Lady of Guadalupe became so popular that she was declared the Patroness of the Americas. Pope Pius XI declared Our Lady of Guadalupe as the 'Heavenly Patroness of the Philippines' on July 16, 1935, signed by Vatican Secretary of State Cardinal Eugenio Pacelli (later rescinded).
Due to Mary's appearance as a pregnant mother and her claims as mother of all in the apparition, the Blessed Virgin Mary, under this title is popularly invoked as the 'Patroness of the Unborn' and a common image for the Pro-Life movement.
Context made by yours truly.
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