12 Battleships against a fleet of 330. One man against all odds. Sounds too good to be true, right? But yes, this movie depicts from one of the greatest naval battles in Korea history which they stand last against the Japanese navy during the Imjin war in the Joseon Dynasty.
The Admiral Yi Sun-sin was a Korean naval commander who was well-respected for his exemplary conduct on and off the battlefield. He’s one of few Admirals in world history who remained undefeated. In this movie, you will see how he implored some actual strategy to win and how he takes the lead in difficult moments.
I know I was a little bit late to watch this movie, but I’m glad I was able to. This film is perfection for human perseverance and bravery. They have an excellent cast, astounding production, and a good tribute to the valiant Koreans.
I grew up with this religious tradition where it is the meeting of Jesus and Mother Mary before Jesus’ ascended into heaven. I always remember before, I woke up early in the morning, met with my friends and tagged ourselves to the church to see the event. I always loved to see the kids wearing beautiful wings, singing songs where their tremendous voices would light up more the cool breeze around. I had wished before to be one of them, but it never happened.
That’s the Easter Celebration in the Philippines. Joyful, exciting and family gatherings.
Here in this foreign land where I am standing, the festivity is not recognized by the Country. Though the Christian Church and some of the Christian Company are celebrating, there is much difference compare.
Well, I think I am missing the point about Easter. It is not all about fun after all. It’s all about recognizing the new life, the new hope that our God has sacrificed for us.
Even though I haven’t seen the meeting of Jesus and Mary’s festival, nor the angels singing, I will kneel down and Pray.
Be thankful of all the good and bad things.
Be joyful for the celebration.
Happy Easter to all! “,)
I always remember my grandmother story. When I was young, my father always asked me to visit her during school vacation. As an authoritarian she was, I constantly hesitated, but had always to follow him.
My grandparents live in a countryside which I really don’t like before. Someone like me from the city trapped with the oldies and conservative people, someone like me used to play outside ensnared with my grandparents’ rule of praying, cleaning and gardening. I was a faithful granddaughter, then so I always pretended to enjoy my summer vacations.
One day, a massive storm hit the southern area of Surigao in Philippines, all the small houses made in bamboo was slowly going astray in the air, except for my grandparents house that made of rock was sturdily stay in place. At that time, there was no electricity and had only a little supply of food. For 3 days, it was a scary moment in my life. I thought the house will shatter and the whirlwind will carry me up and it would be the end of my life. But my grandparent’s never-ending prayers helped me to remain strong.
At that time, when we can’t be able to sleep, my grandmother always called me up to listen to her stories while my grandfather is listening. This story has been shared with me every vacation, that’s why I know every detail of it. The story of her, of my grandfather, of her children and of her first love.
It happened before the World War 2 started and after the Second Philippine Republic rose.
My grandmother was raised by strict parents, not allowing her to study after high school for a reason that education is useless for women. But she was an intelligent lady, she continued to learn, read many books as she can and hoped to be a writer. During her younger years, she met this man; she described him as full of ambitions, intelligent and handsome. She had her heart only to him; he was her first and greatest love.But this man was not my grandfather, not the man whom she married. I always wondered what my grandfather thought every time she tells the story, is he crying in pain by silence? Or just simply pretend not to be affected.
This man and my grandmother had the relationship. She was very happy and contented then, ready to be his wife and to serve him for the rest of her life. Until the World War 2 took place in the Philippines, the history shattered many lives of people including her life. Since the invader had more control of the countryside and smaller towns were often tenuous at best, the two of them separated by war. Her man promised to return and she has to wait. At that time, my grandfather was a soldier, fighting in the war and at the same time fighting for his love to my grandmother even she rejected him many times.
The war has ended.
The man never returned.
She still waited.
My grandfather hoped.
She was devastated.
The man has gone.
Until she learned that she had something inside of her. She’s pregnant out of wedlock, a craze that would bring shame to her family and to her reputation. She lost her hope; she cried in anguish, how she can have the life she wanted without the man she loved most. Then my grandfather offered her to be her husband and to be a real father for the baby she carried. I don’t know why she accepted it, but every time I have this discussion with my father, he would always say because his mother loved his father. I cannot understand how great the love of my grandfather to her, without hesitation, without a pride to take, he accepted and loved her, and raised the baby as his own and became his favorite daughter.
They had another five children too, and she was very proud of them. Despite of this, I can see there was still sadness in her eyes every time she told the story, she had still regrets for not waited him longer enough. Then I understand, she still loves her great love and never had a closure to say goodbye. I know she didn’t get along well with my grandfather because of this deadly love caused her and I feel so sorry for him, how a pure love not to be subsist with a love too? Why can’t she understand that someone has been given a life for her? That I don’t know why, because I never been there, maybe their children can explain.
Over the years had gone and the family history has been opened, my first aunt finally met her father, and his family. I can’t stop thinking how my grandmother feels at that moment, learning that her great love is still alive. I don’t know exactly how they found him, but I am sure it was a blessing.
My grandmother decided to meet him and flown to Manila. My grandfather left behind, maybe quietly allowing her wife to be happy once again and to finally say goodbye.
What kind of love is that be.
I never witnessed what happen when they finally meet again. I just know the book was closed. When my first aunt brought her half brother to our place, my father accepted him; I know it was a good sign. Maybe it was a family history issue, but at the end, what matters most is how the involved people find peace and happiness.
When my grandfather died, I never saw my grandmother cried. Strong enough to hide it, because I know she loved him, maybe not the kind of love she had given to her first love but I am sure she loved him.
When my grandmother died, I never cried too. That’s what she told me, never grief, her death.
My grandmother was a blunt disciplinarian person, even in my dreams she always appeared. My grandfather was a lenient one. In their memories, I always respect them. And to cherish the lessons I learned from their history. I know there is still kind of love out there, confusing but pure and simple.
My name is Anaven. It is a combination name of my Mother “ANA” and my Father “VEN.”
My grandmother who hated my mother was the one who combined their names, and oh, I have to mention also my brother’s name “AVEN” and our dog’s name “ABAN.”
So, I believe my name is a combination of love, and of course I wouldn’t change it because….
How about you? Are you named after someone or something? Are there any stories or associations attached to it? If you had the choice, would you rename yourself?
In response to the Daily Prompt: Say Your Name
“Set during the Philippine-American war (1898), Heneral Luna follows the life of one of Philippine history’s most brilliant military men, General Antonio Luna, as he tries to lead his countrymen against colonial masters new and old, and to rise above their own raging disputes to fulfill the promise of the Philippine Revolution.”
Clap! Clap! Clap!
The movie is based on the story of our National Hero Antonio Luna, a Filipino General who wasn’t afraid to fight for the sake of Inang Bayan’s real independence, set in the war between Americans & Filipinos. The movie showed some common truths about the futility of politics too, that has been passed on from generation to generation. The rest, as the story goes, is history.
“Business or Freedom?
Country or Self?
A question from General Luna when he tried to stop the greediness for leading a plan to prioritize the state of the nation rather than negotiating for better profit.
“Brothers, we have an enemy bigger than the Americans: OURSELVES.”
“That freedom cannot be won by protecting their love ones.”
Indeed, to protect your love ones, you must protect your country first.
“General Luna was killed and suffered over 30 wounds from bolos, bayonets and bullets. A lesser man would have died instantly from half of his wounds, but the general was able to stagger out of the building, cursing his murderers, before falling lifeless on the church patio.”
“Manila, June 13. [7.35 p.m.]— General Luna, lieutenant commander of the Filipino army, has been assassinated by order of Emilio Aguinaldo (Officially recognized as the First President of the Philippines.)
“Antonio Luna was ready to die for his country from the onset. He knew what was at stake. He gave up a life of comfort and complacency to fight for his country’s freedom. General Luna was a loving and loyal son to Inang Bayan and he expected that same love and dedication from each Filipino. Why? Because he knew that’s the only way for the Philippines to be free.” – Is it time to have another leader like Heneral Luna?
If one of your late ancestors were to come back from the dead and join you for dinner, what things about your family would this person find the most shocking?
I’m quite sure they would ask why the father of my son didn’t join us for dinner and would be probably find it shocking to know that we are separated & I’m the one who’s working to support our needs. I’m certain my ancestors wouldn’t like this fact because they never allow their woman to work for the family and be separated with their husbands.
They’re gonna find it awful too, if they found out the way my son & I talk with each other openly over dinner. I believed they didn’t allow this thing before.
If they will discover how the new technology works, they might find it unappealing.
But I will make it sure before they will go back to their graves, I will let them know more what is in our world today, be proud of the good changes & update the exasperated ones.
I will give them the best dinner of all time too!
Definitely, I would choose the anywhere door. My heart might be screaming for excitement as a new adventure would begin. Just imagine every time you opened that door, you can visit the places you have never gone. I have read some books & seen some movies about time travel and I don’t know why it fascinates me all the time. I have had always wished to use a time machine & could bring back time, or fix the past, but I know it’s a very bad idea, it always has a terrible consequence.
So I’ll try not to fix my past no matter how tempting it could be. I would rather enjoy the chances of getting into everywhere and have a blast.
What’s in my list?
- Take a lot of pictures to places I wish to go.
- Talk to people whoever I meet & take a selfie with them.
- Buy some good stuff that can bring back for vintage collection.
- Video the whole travel.
- Can I bring back my dead favorite dog too? & my old journal? plssss.
I can’t think of anything else, I will just figure it out when I’ll take the ride.
It was such a lovely day. All her friends & family gathered together to celebrate the most awaiting day! Never in her life she imagined she would meet someone exactly the person she hopes to have; good, kind & handsome. Not that he only accepted her, but everything & everyone around in her life. It was the miracle she was hoping for. To have someone who will call her own.
Everyone is smiling, wishing them well, sharing the incontestable feelings as if their prayers has been answered as well. There was no hesitation, no looking back because the past is something to be cherished but the present is more significant, to be alive. Promises are made; but not to be broken instead to be their guide & assurance that love will never be weaken, ready to fight for the approaching dares & will never forget the promises made.
Love is made to be loyal, faithful & joyful. It must be respected, It needs to be enjoyed.
“I have prepared everything in my life but you, I didn’t see you coming. You are my most favorite surprise in my life”. He said.
“And you keep me waiting worthwhile”. She said with teary eyes.
I shut my eyes, it’s almost 2 am, have to end my wishful fantasy.
What do I do all day? To be honest, there is nothing significance, especially if there are no plans ahead. I just had a typical Thursday.
7:20 am – Waking time.
7:25 am – Still in the bed.
7:30 am – My coffee preparation.
7:35 -7:50 am – Shower time.
7:50-8:05 am – Dress up.
8:05-8:25 am – travel time to office.
8:26 am– reach in the office.
8:30 am -1:00 pm – at work
1:00 pm-2:00 pm – lunch break
2:00 pm – 2:30 pm – blogging, checking Facebook & chatting.
2:30 pm-5:30 pm – at work
5:30 pm-7:00 pm – at the mall, eye shopping.
7:00 pm- 8:30 pm – sumptuous dinner with my friends.
8:30-10:00 pm – at the mall with friends, just loafing around.
10:30 pm – reach my home.
11:00 pm – ready for bed.
11:00 pm – 3:00 am – Korean drama marathon
3:15 am – snoring time.
“Don’t count the days, make the days count.”
“People have forgotten this truth,” the fox said. “But you mustn’t forget it. You become responsible forever for what you’ve tamed. You’re responsible for your rose.” – Antoine de Saint-Exupéry,
Responsibility. Big word.
I started to become responsible when I have my son in my life. Though I was quiver for a while, and took me a little way to escape, but still I was able to play the track again.
Before my husband left us for another woman, I became a full time wife. Though I didn’t enjoy it and came to a point of hating it, later I realized it was a good job after all. Taking care of your kids full time has always been a privilege for us mothers. It was a happy, hard, boring moments in my life, but I always feel grateful whenever I think about it.
When my marriage failed, I was left alone with my hand’s full of responsibility; our son, our credit card bills & jobless! as if I was doomed to carry all the hardship in life without a taste of readiness. I was afraid to wake up in the morning because I don’t know what to do, where to start & how could I go on. I even tried to think it’s better to die then, but when I saw my son’s face sleeping peacefully beside me, I had woken up from my selfish deeds. Yes, I have to be responsible forever for what I have tamed, responsible for my son’s life.
Responsibility, big word, It is.
Because of that, I was able to pick up the pieces of myself one by one, slowly but considerably. I went through this kind of rebellion; school, drinking, work, drinking, boyfriends, and I treated my son as my last priority.
I always came home from work late and drunk. In that usual occasion, my Parents reprimanded me by locking all the doors and not wanting me to go inside. I even pee outside on our porch and vomited several times. I was such a difficult person at that time. Then one night, I went home bombed with alcohol, I was calling my Mother to open the door for me, unexpectedly, my son did. I was startled, so I stand straight, not wanting him to see my drunken face and asked him why he still awake. With sluggish and innocent look, he replied without hesitations; “’I’m afraid you couldn’t get in since grandma doesn’t want to open the door for you.”
I have believed since that night, I became his responsibility and he should be my top priority. I could no longer endure my pointless disposition, I almost forgot there was someone who always waited for me to come home, my little rose, my son, my responsibility.
2013 is about to end. In today’s fast paced world we often stunned ourselves of how fast the days gone. Some seize the life in full speed, forgetting to slow down, the rest are just standing, living and making sure that they have been giving their lives a full stroke of fun and learning.
I can’t weigh up what kind of life I had in the past months; I am constantly following what I had and needed to survive in this spiteful, baffling but wonderful world.
I would like to look back, and reflect and to remember moments that I have experienced this year which leads me to accept and learn that everything in front of me was real.
I have learned that…
You need to laugh at yourself.
Things don’t always turn out the way you planned and the way you think it should be.
Follow your guts. Most of the time they are always right.
Rest is health. Health is wealth.
Be grateful every day.
To appreciate simple pleasures is to humble yourself.
Spending time with people who supported and believed in you will make you a better person.
Friends come and go. People change and so do relationships.
There are things that go wrong and you cannot always put back together the way they were before.
Family will always be your family.
Hating someone and then liking them is consideration.
True friends will hurt you and help you to learn.
Saying sorry will not harm you.
Control your emotions or it will control you.
Expect the unexpected.
Life is full of risk. Take it or leave it.
Thank you 2013 for everything.
Frozen Flower. A 2008 South Korean Movie.
The movie started out as a secret relationship turn into something dangerous and deceiving. It is the shadow game between love, loyalty and duties. I like the masterpiece.
Masquerade. A 2012 Korean movie drew praises of being beautifully written and emotionally involvement. I agree to that.
A royal body double who followed his conscience to save his country to be crumpled, exercise more humanitarian procedures, showing affection & appreciation.
I had fun.