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Another shot of one of my favorite apts. Apartment of Photographer Rick Schultz’s London flat that he shares with his partner and interior designerJimmie Karlsson
Haven’t posted anything here for the longest time.
Been having weird dreams lately. They’ve been leading to confusing thoughts. I don’t want to welcome them, but the dreams keep coming. It’s really making me sad.
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Museo Pambata’s Toy Drive begins! Share your pre-loved toys and bring smiles to children! :) You can get in touch with any of Museo Pambata’s Programs Department Team or leave a message here! Spread the word and help us give children big, happy smiles this Christmas Season.
The donated toys will be given on the 19th of December during Museo Pambata’s Gift-giving. :)
We also welcome volunteers who can dedicate their time in helping us pack the gift bags beginning Dec. 4, 2010.Museo Pambata
Roxas Boulevard corner South Drive
Manila, Philippines 1000
Telephone: (632) 523.1797 to 98, 536-0595 local 103, look for Alex or Ely or Cha
Facsimile: (632) 522.1246
Mobile: 0918-382-2212
Email: info@museopambata.org
They say that if you continue to do good and be positive in every possible way, you will attract good energy vibes and will be prosperous in all aspects. I guess it’s safe to say, I believe that because I’ve been very blessed ever since I got out of that corporate slavery. That hell hole just sucked out every positive energy I have in this medium sized body. The people who worked there helped livened up the place but the physical movements and verbal abuse of customers did not. Now I have this relaxing, sedentary, obesity-causing job that I semi-love which I’m more than willing to keep for the time being because I go home everyday feeling fulfilled because I made a disabled child smile. But everyday I still look for better opportunities because in this life, I don’t think one can ever be satisfied.
You know you weren’t born to grow up without being scratched/hurt/injured. So does your phone/laptop/other gadgets.
This is my dad, Derek Pendleton. (He’s adorable, right?)
He’s a sculptor- an amazing and exceptional artist that is painfully modest at times.
For over a decade, he’s worked in the Motion Picture Industry mainly putting his work into the great backdrops and pieces that bring a scene together. However, lately, he hasn’t worked.
My dad was diagnosed with Thoracic Outlet Syndrome in August of 2005. By December, he had an operation to remove his first rib on his left side so it would alleviate some of the pain and the stress on his nerves. It took until February of 2006 to be “healed” enough to go back to work. On his fourth job back (yes, fourth, that’s how the business works) there was an accident. He fell 12 feet off a ladder, crushing his calcaneus bone (the heel) of his right foot and breaking his ankle and cracking a few ribs in the process. That was August 23, 2006.
It’s been 4 years since my dad has had a job. He is the sole bread-winner in my family because my Mom has a slew of other medical problems- she is a cervical cancer survivor and she suffers from Lupus (and has her whole life), both have put her under the knife a total of 5 times and has almost died twice because of anaphylaxis from ingesting a medicine she/we/the doctors didn’t know she would be allergic to. (One is Penicillin. Damn, this story is hardcore, right?) Anyway, my mom chose the stay-at-home route since there are 3 of us and it was just easier on her body.
My parents have taken personal loans from some pretty great friends… and me. I worked as full time as I could and tried to, at the same time, zip through school at full time status. It was worth it.
Dad’s been able to finagle some side jobs, here and there- some bigger projects than others. Some paid decent money, some paid enough to just get a good cart of groceries. But we have debt and rent and bills. We financially couldn’t catch up. He finally got a big break and was invited to go to New Orleans earlier this year to work on a blockbuster but was only able to stay 9 weeks. His leg and his arm were giving up, giving out, and in horrific pain.
That’s the unfortunate thing about my dad: he’s a broken man. He will never get to go back to doing what he used to do. His nerves are twisted, crimped, shot. His career was over at 43 years old. Now 47, he feels like a dried up old man with nothing left to give.
The thing is: he’s ABLE; he needs a break. He needs someone to just see his work and know he is capable. He needs a chance. His family, my family, has nothing but overdue bills and overdraft account. We need help. Desperately.
He has worked with art his entire life, self-taught. He doesn’t have a college degree, but his talent and technique are the kind that you’re born with. He has “retrained” himself in the digital arts world. He’s become comfortable with ZBrush, Maya, Mudbox, Rhino, etc. My dad is amazing at model making and concept designs. He would be an incredible teacher because his knowledge is vast and his passion brings an energy brighter than the sun. Check it out.
Listen, my dad is not a lost dog or a missing person- but Tumblr gods… please. I need the universe to help him out. PLEASE REBLOG THIS LONG ASS POST AND ASK YOUR FOLLOWERS TO REBLOG IT AND ASK THEM TO ASK THEIR FOLLOWERS TO REBLOG IT, ETC. If anything else, to at least feel like maybe I am sending a tiny vibration so a ball, any ball, can get rolling.
Unemployment really, really sucks. It’s even harder to see your dad trying to pick himself back up by his bootstraps only on the verge of giving up because it’s more like spinning his wheels in the mud than moving a few inches. It would be one thing to not try- but he does, so hard. Not exaggerating, my family has one foot in a cardboard box and I’m not there to help them. This is the only way I have. Please help me try, too.
Thank you very, very much.
Explain to me how “living in” became such a mortal sin? To me, I believe each and everyone of us who believes in God have our own understandings with Him. Doesn’t God want us to love? So before we can actually be IN love, God said so HIMSELF that we have to walk down the aisle in front of people we don’t even like and get married? I LOVE GOD and HE loves us. If we decide to live with someone without first getting married, I believe the GOD will be happy for us and will continue to bless us. Give me one example of a “live in” couple who are full of bad luck and never had anything good happen to them? Don’t tell me it says so in the bible. I believe in the holy bible. But why did man edit it and change it so many times? Did God write the bible? God said so himself that a man cannot be with a man and a woman cannot be with a woman? I don’t think God will forbid us to LOVE regardless of what gender we fall in love with. Remember: Where there is LOVE, there is GOD. This is MY belief. It hurts me when people try to disagree with me and change my way of thinking. I respect yours, leave me alone.
I believe a person is smart if he or she is able to adapt to all walks of life. A person willing to listen to others’ opinion and voice out their own as well without being judgmental.
You can talk and talk and talk using all the big words you know with a bachelors degree of some sort and all the experiences you can possibly think of. But if you are not able to hear out whatever others may say about their own opinion, you are just as stupid as you think they are.
I’m sorry but holding a bachelors, a masters, or a PhD does not automatically put you in the position of being smart.
