"Sometimes you'll never know the true value of a moment until it becomes a memory."

Month: November, 2011



November 23rd - November 25th, 2011


-Three days and two nights with my sister, dad, and his girlfriend whose name shall not be spoken….yet. Just like Voldemort.

….This is going to be an interesting trip.


A Glimpse Of Bali, Indonesia- The Island Of Peace.

  • A mini compilation of what I saw, felt, tasted, and experienced in Bali, Indonesia. These are all pictures that I took that basically describe the beauty of this Island of Thousand Gods. I still have more photos that revolve more on my voluntary expedition, but in the meanwhile, enjoy these~  


November 26, 2011
5:19 PM

I miss my mom.

I want to see her. I want to be with her. I want to talk to her. I want to hug her. I want my mom.
I need my mom.

A Child’s Faith

November 21, 2011
9:01 AM

I am no photographer, though I love taking pictures of every little thing and being on this planet. I am not a connoisseur of photography, however I see the minute details that make a captured moment a perfect photograph; a memory, a reminder.

Not too long ago, I have been told/reminded that I or young adults/adults
in general should learn how to be like children again. Children have a special gift far more richer than the richest of the rich of this world- and that is Faith. Not only do they possess one of thee most difficult Theological Virtues, they own all three: Faith, Hope, and Love. Children are perfect examples of these three character qualities that adults often “reject” in their lives. As we grow older, for some odd reason, we begin to lose our faith in things and people- consequently extinguishing all the hope we once had, and with that, we begin to become oblivious and lose all meanings of what love really is. These three things are easy to lose, but crucial to gain back. It is not easy to live life without faith,  because with faith, comes not only hope and love, but also trust. I understood the person who told me to be like the children of endless faith, but it never hit me until I captured a moment of a girl playing with her little brother who the following days later [after the picture was taken] turned one. They were children in Bali that I happen to grow exceptionally close to- and I love them like I love my own sister. The little girl’s laughter was a beautiful melody to my ears because it manifested with nothing but pureness, and the smile of the little boy was a smile of thousand adjectives. Though the moment I captured does not display a smile or a laughter, it still reveals to me, the ineffable pureness of children; that inexplicable childhood moment you can clearly see in their glittering eyes. This candid moment, when I called their names for their attention, took-my-breath-away. Every time I look at this photo, it inspires me to be like the children of faith as I continue to grow older. To always believe even when the world whispers otherwise. I don’t want to lose my faith; I want to be like the little girl who laughs without a single hint of fear of tomorrow, and the boy whose smile destroys all worries of this world. It is so important that we become like little children, that it is even written in the Bible (Matthew 18:3).

And so here I am, inspired by a moment captured from my camera of two little children I desire to become.
A child of infinite faith.

A Volunteer Story.

November 17, 2011
9:50 PM

I am back from Bali!
I came back on the 16th instead. Three weeks plus on the “Island of Thousand Gods” or now also known as “The Island of Peace”.
I volunteered under Bali Community Service for three weeks+ in Gianyar, Bali. I was hoping I’d do more hands on activities, but
they had me teach English and sometimes Español for Heartline Radio Station, 92.2 FM. Heartline is a Christian radio station that works along with BCS and provides the community with whatever it can offer- English class for children and adults, wi-fi for highschool students, an open class for meetings/hang outs, and many more. I taught the children there everyday but Wednesdays, Saturdays, and Sundays. On Wednesdays & Sundays I taught at a nearby village called Sumite. Ayy, I absolutely love Bali. I didn’t choose to volunteer in Bali because it’s a famous island, I chose Bali because it was convenient- considering the fact that my sister’s childhood friend is now a pastor there, and he would know many organizations that are not exactly “known”, but effective within the community..which was exactly what I wanted. It was perfect. What I disliked at first was the idea that I would be working with Seventh Day Adventists. Don’t get me wrong, folks.. I have nothing against SDA’s, its just I find it difficult to work with SDA’s who are Indonesians….this is just for me personally, está bien? Maybe because I’m also Indonesian? Not exactly sure, but thats that. Anyway, I ended up working with them & just what I had already expected, there was already drama going on.  But aside from that, I absolutely LOVED what I did. I fell in love with the kids I taught, with my neighbor’s family, with everybody I met! Gianyar blew me away because ever since I was little, I’ve always imagined Bali to be like….that- exactly like  Gianyar. Left to right, the view was made for the eyes of gods. The admiration I have towards this island cannot be explained through words but through my expression and exhausted mind. The people + place make a perfect reason to love and want to go back, and go back
again & go back again & go back again. Everything that happened there was exactly the experience I needed. Thank You, GOD for allowing me to experience what I had
experienced in Bali as a volunteer. I am blessed.