p style=”text-align:center;”>”Don’t pull away from the rest of the world.
For those of you that are out there,
with no friends,
with no one to support you,
those who are being neglected.
You are never alone.
p style=”text-align:center;”>Somewhere on this earth,
there is ALWAYS someone who is there for you.
p style=”text-align:center;”>There is always someone that cares about you and feels your pain.
There is always someone that will understand your story.
p style=”text-align:center;”>Don’t be afraid to come out of your shell.
Don’t be afraid to interact with people.
Don’t be afraid to be who you are.”
After watching this movie, I wanted to avoid the tunnels if possible. I am over reacting, but just couldn’t stop thinking about it. I don’t want to be hopelessly trapped when a tunnel collapsed around me. I hope it will never happen to anyone.
What I like about this movie is that it showed the power of humanity over the fight for survival and the genuine determination to save someone’s life even though greediness and damn politics joggled along the way.
The movie has a simple premise, but it was executed flawlessly. It was well made with a sum amount of suspense and a formula of a little twist. The acting was decent, enough for you to focus on the character, and of course, the visual effects are impressive.
“Lee Jung-Soo drives home for his daughter’s birthday. While driving through a tunnel that crosses through a mountain, the unthinkable happens. The tunnel collapses. When Lee Jung-Soo regains consciousness, he finds himself trapped inside his car. The car itself is buried under thousands of tons of concrete and debris. All he has inside the car are his cellphone, two bottles of water and his daughter’s birthday cake.”
“Sometimes you need to be cruel to be kind.”
“Grave of the Fireflies” (1988) is an animated film telling the story of two children from the port city of Kobe, made homeless by the bombs. Seita is a young teenager, and his sister Setsuko is about 5. Their father is serving in the Japanese navy, and their mother is a bomb victim; Seita kneels beside her body, covered with burns, in an emergency hospital. Their home, neighbors, schools are all gone. For a time an aunt takes them in, but she’s cruel about the need to feed them, and eventually Seita finds a hillside cave where they can live. He does what he can to find food, and to answer Setsuko’s questions about their parents. The first shot of the film shows Seita dead in a subway station, and so wecan guess Setsuko’s fate; we are accompanied through flashbacks by the boy’s spirit.”
“September 21st, 1945… That was the night I died.” – Seita
A great movie that would tear your heart in sympathy and compassion.
The story simply tells us about the survival of siblings from waning days of World War II where American aircraft dropped bombs on Japanese cities. The film features an outstanding direction in portraying the impact of war, the state of survival and of course with a captivating animation and voice performance.
Grave of the Fireflies‘ message is relevant to what is happening in our world right now, how the horrors of war condemned us and demoralizing humanity. On the other side, it proves that even if you have nothing else left, you can always find ways to be happy as long as you are with the right people.
I couldn’t stop looking at him. He walks faster with his broken or deform leg or knee. I shame myself for complaining every time I walked with an extra mile with my perfect two feet. How could I? how could you?
Today, as I walk steady on my feet, I am grateful for being healthy.
This is Kuya. He believes that Filipinos are hardworking and responsible. He secretly told me to deduct one day salary to our receptionist (other nationality) because she was always late and he didn’t like it. He said he wanted to replace her with a Filipino because they (we) are good and pleasant.
Today, Kuya is absent because he is sick. Without him, the kitchen is messy. Everybody is going to the pantry to make their own coffee and washing their own cups. I made one too early this morning, and it never tastes as refined as Kuya made it.
When he is absent, no one dare to be furious about it. He might be feeling drained at times because every day he woke up at 4am and take off by 11pm. Sometimes, I caught him drifting to sleep in the kitchen, I told him just to continue, really I don’t mind.
He’s been working in our company for long years as a tea boy and sometimes a bank messenger. I never heard him complaining about his work so far and he never failed to do his own too.
I think he is more hardworking than us, I couldn’t even stand waking up every day at 4.
“The only way to do great work is to love what you do.” – Steve Jobs
All they need is ours to make them feel snug,
So let’s give them a big HUG.
For almost every day in five months, I have always seen this old lady carrying her suitcase with plastic bags and some stuff. She constantly stopped by and spread some grains on that wall. First, I didn’t notice what she was up to until I saw around more than twenty of doves hovering towards her and landed to eat the grains. It was a splendid scenery!
I haven’t seen anyone cared so much to do this thing in the morning aside from hastening and bustling to work, that includes myself. I tried to greet her several times or just give her a smile, but it seems she has her own world.
She never looked at me at all. Instead, I found her chattering alone and smiling in the air. I don’t remember she changed her clothes either because she’s always wearing that gray long sleeves and sweatpants, a little dirty.
One day, one week, one month, I didn’t see her any longer. There were no doves anymore. She just disappeared along with my morning little joy.
I wonder what happened to her. I just hope and pray that she is just fine.