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Humans.

The complexity of the human mind never fails to amuse me. 
People are capable of judging something so fast; creating negative and hateful stories behind one sentence, one statement and one situation without even bothering to know what's the real story behind it. And yet, they are incapable of understanding and believing things, explanations and situations even if they already have all the reasons and proofs placed right in front of their faces. 

The complexity of the human mind never fails to amuse me....

The complexity of the human mind never fails to amuse me. People are capable of judging something so fast; creating negative and hateful stories behind one sentence, one statement and one situation without even bothering to know what's the real story behind it. And yet, they are incapable of understanding and believing things, explanations and situations even if they already have all the reasons and proofs placed right in front of their faces. 
xoxo
[MR]

I've been thinking a lot these days. And I have probably ...

I've been thinking a lot these days. And I have probably told you in my past blogposts that thinking isn't what I do best. Maybe it was because of the personality test we took the other day. The test questions and results took me back to who I was. No regrets whatsoever, but somehow, it made me realize how much change has occurred in me through the years. That at some point, I am a different person. Still not perfect but somehow, better. Although I have read/thought/written about this quote a myriad of times, it seems like it has only succeeded its way to my very self today. 
PEOPLE CHANGE.
It's a living fact. We cannot control it. But still I can't help but wonder why we people seem to not understand these two words. Since we know that people CHANGE, why can't we UNDERSTAND? Since we know that people CHANGE, why can't we give more CHANCES? Why do we always dwell on what the person did in the past rather than what he learned from it and what he did to become a better person? Why can't we allow people to have a chance and a easy process of learning and realizing things in life? We're not perfect. So who are we to judge others for their imperfections if we're imperfect ourselves? 

xoxo,
Ryma Hurt

I have so much hatred in my heart right now. So much that...

I have so much hatred in my heart right now. So much that it pains. I'm sorry, Lord, that I'm still capable of this feeling despite the blessings you've given me. I am, anyway, just a mere human being; imperfect, capable of feeling emotions--whether good or bad--, susceptible to pain and anything that threatens my pride, stupid and ignorant to things I do not understand, and frustrated and angry when my expectations are brushed off. Even so, I'd still thank You for such emotions for it teaches me to become considerate and understanding. It slaps my sleeping logical self awake and provides a new pattern of thought-- a new chance to understand and become a better person. 
There is one thing I learned today. Pain does not always mean defeat or failure. Hatred does not always cause regret and bad memories. Pain and hatred, when felt, can be a way of learning. Only a hard way. 

xoxo, Ryma Hurt

Last Wednesday, a day after Christmas...

     
Last Wednesday, a day after Christmas of 2012, it had been raining the whole day. Somehow, we gave our thanks that it happened after Christmas day and it did not spoil our Christmas gift-giving part celebration. But then, all thanks were cleared out when at the middle of that night, we were awakened by the threat of flash flood.  It had been four or five years ago when Typhoon Frank set foot and caused an unforgettable destruction in our humble town of Kalibo, Aklan. We’re seldom flooded in here. And if there were floods, it didn’t go as far as killing people, ruining homes and ending businesses. But Frank did all that, in one swift flow of rain, water and mud. If my memory served me right, the flood went as high as a normal person’s height and even higher. It killed almost a hundred people and damaged thousands of home, structures, schools, businesses, etc. It caused turmoil to every Kalibonhon affected by its heartless conquer. It created fear amongst everyone of us to the point that we’d panic with the news of storms and heavy rains. And the night of December 26, 2012, was one of those nerve-wracking nights.  At approximately 10:45 PM, the people on our barangay were awakened by the loss of electricity and the murmurs of our neighbours outside of the house. I, being such a light sleeper, noticed that my sisters weren’t sleeping by my side anymore. I wasn’t awakened by the murmurs nor the hotness caused by the loss of electricity, I woke up because the bed felt empty. Curious about what’s happening, I fought the urge to sleep again and checked my phone for the time. I checked my messages afterwards. One came from my cousin Camille that says, “Nang, pahaom eon kamo. Baha eon sa Kalibo.” (Nang, you should prepare. It’s flooding in Kalibo.). I immediately took my jacket and went downstairs with the help of the book lamp my sister gave me for Christmas. It was so dark and so cold. I didn’t find anybody in the house but I could hear conversations from outside. I went to the gate and scanned outside but couldn’t see clearly without my glasses. I went back to the house and got my glasses before going out of the house again. Just a little farther from our house, I saw a pack of people by the creek, as if waiting for it to overflow.  We got news via text messages from our friends in central Kalibo, informing us that the water was getting higher and higher every hour. They said that in some area, it was waist-high and in some, it reached as high as five feet or more. Our whole neighbourhood was alarmed by news so we decided to stay awake and prepare for the flood to come in our place. It was a complicated situation because the threat of flood came at night when a lot of people were asleep.  We stayed awake and stood on guard at the creek waiting for it to reach a higher level. At about twelve midnight, we received a news that the water was slowly going down. With that, Papa and my sister decided to sleep on it because they had work in the morning and they thought the flood would not come anymore because we were already waiting for two hours and nothing has changed with the creek’s water level. Mama and I with my cousins Camille and Rachelle decided to have coffee at about one in the morning just to stir our sleepy body in complete alertness. Little did we know that while we were teasing each other about who’s going to have the largest share in the Sneakers bar, the water level in the creek has overflowed and our neighbours at the back, whose place were far lower than our house, were already evacuating on their way in our house where it’s higher. Adrenaline hit us three.  We immediately went outside to see the situation and was shocked to see that the water level of the creek that we’ve been observing for the last few hours was overflowing! The water was already chest high on the lower areas and knee high on the street area. We rushed to the clinic to lift Papa’s files and things to avoid it being wet by the fast rising of water. Kids were brought to our house by their parents to be spared from the strong water current. At first, there were only five of them. About fifteen to thirty minutes later, we had more than twenty kids and thirty adults in the house, most of them scared of what’s happening outside. Noticing that the terrace space was no longer enough for everybody, I brought the kids inside the house and spent time with playing with them to distract them from what Typhoon Quinta was doing outside. Putting the tragedy aside, we watched how a  baby boy named Leo, took his first steps as a baby! He learned how to walk! Now that took every kids attention. But it wasn’t enough to hold them down. Kids as they are, they started climbing chairs, fighting each other, jumping, rolling, having tantrums and complaining of hunger. Another attempt to hold them down, we found a loaf of bread in the kitchen and gave each kid a piece so they’d settle down. We also gave bread and served coffee to their parents and other adults who also stayed here. Then another problem came, our water supply stopped. Good thing the electricity was still on. 

A couple of minutes passed two o’clock in the morning, and the kids were still restless. Attempting to tickle their curious minds, I brought my laptop down and had a mini film viewing of Ice Age 4 and Despicable Me. That ought to do it. Having the kids settles, I helped serving coffee and bread to the people outside. At three AM, the water stopped rising. By five AM, the water started going down because of the low tide. At exactly 6:30 AM, the streets were cleared of water. Only those low areas were flooded but it started going down and draining over the next few hours. 

From ten at night `til six thirty in the morning, we were wide awake hoping it will not rain so there’ll be no chance of another flood. We feel blessed, though, that nobody was harmed in our neighbourhood and everybody was safe.  What a way to end Christmas and start a new year, eh?

‎"Sometimes, people IGNORE you to see if you would NOTICE...

‎"Sometimes, people IGNORE you to see if you would NOTICE." 
[♥] 


#MR

"When you're tough enough to decide to post your own opin...

"When you're tough enough to decide to post your own opinion about something sensitive, have the same toughness to defend it."
xoxo,Ryma Hurt

When people tell you you're stupid because you're young, ...

When people tell you you're stupid because you're young, argue. There's this thing called Mental Age. You can be young by chronological age but your experiences made you old enough to understand more. I hate being told that I'm too young to understand, too young to know what to do, too young to correct older people's mistakes, too young for my opinion to matter and too young to be right. Just because I'm young doesn't mean I'm stupid. We have our chronological age which is our actual age, our intellectual age which measures the extent of our intelligence, our social age which covers our social interactions, and our mental age which measures a person's maturity. Don't always reason out that just because you're older, you're right. You might have been born years earlier than me but I grew faster than you did. 

xoxo,Ryma Hurt

"Sometimes, the TRUTH means NOTHING if the people who mea...

"Sometimes, the TRUTH means NOTHING if the people who meant EVERYTHING to you believed the LIE ."

xoxo,Ryma Hurt
12/12/12

My mom once told me I was a keen observer. I tend to noti...

My mom once told me I was a keen observer. I tend to notice little things that people tend to overlook. I get amazed with phenomenons that are too typical and normal for other people to appreciate. 
Yesterday, I rode a jeep from the mall during sunset. I love riding jeepeneys. I love it when the wind caresses my face even if it gets my hair all tangled. I prefer jeepneys than taxis. I love feeling the wind and breathing the air, although a bit polluted, but still more satisfying than the synthetic air polluted with air freshener that are made my airconditioned taxis. Sometimes, when I get too attached to the feeling, I close my eyes and think of how beautiful life is. Then at that moment in the jeepney, I realized: the air is our only free basic need left. We need to pay for water supply, pay for our shelter and buy our food and clothing. So there I was, abusing the free air like it's my only means of surviving. 
I know you may think I'm silly. But when did you ever appreciate the air that you breathe? Do you even thank God that you're still given the oxygen to inhale? 
In that short jeepney ride, I have appreciated many things. When I passed by the bridge and saw how the clear water of the river mirrored the beautiful light of the sunset, I smiled. I wished I brought Noaz (my camera) with me to capture such beauty. I've never seen the sun that beautiful. And then I thought, how many people in the world were joining me at that moment, watching the sunset and admiring it? Probably not even a half of the world's population. 
If I had Noaz with me, I would've just walked home and took a photo of every corner I see. The reason that I take photos of the world is that, when the time comes that Mother Earth has been abused too much, I have proofs and evidences that once--no, many times-- in my life, I have witnessed the beauty of the world before it was even ruined by the people who were supposed to take care of it.