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rhonissancee · 2 months ago

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UP! Ratio and ADMU! Aventurine being so 'Misteryoso by cup of joe' + 'this guys In love with you pare' coded. I'm gonna kms. Have some silly hcs because I just watched ep 1 of chasing in the wild for fun and now the filipino au won't leave my mind. MAROON AND NAVY BLUE COUPLE MY BELOVEDS UEUEUEUE.

UP! Veritas Ratio studying aerospace engineering (lets pretend there's such a course here in the ph.) who's always busy with his studies but still somehow makes time to drive all the way to Ateneo to make sundo to his Atenista partner.

ADMU! Aventurine who's always pleasantly surprised to see his boyfriend waiting for him with glasses perched on his nose and book in hand. It manages to brighten the end of his day no matter what, even if his professors were giving him hell that day, one look at his boyfriend outside the school gates—ignoring all the stares from the other atenistans—will always always cheer him up. Sometimes Ratio goes out of his way to bring puto bumbong or fishballs.

UP! Ratio who teaches Aventurine how to commute using the lrt and jeepney. Aventurine hated the entire experience, it was hot, ma-usok, ang ingay at baho pero...he could feel the others soft steady breaths from where he was pressed up against him. Despite the terrible and cramped commute, having Ratio constantly in his space was certainly something he didn't mind.

He could hear the mini electric fan somewhere in this train, not that he could look for the source of that annoying sound, it was too cramped. To the point where he can't even turn because of the amount of people. His annoyance was through the roof. He can't believe he let Ratio drag him into this plan, he should've insisted harder on using his car.

He hears the mechanic voice announce their arrival to another station. Before he could even prepare he felt the world suddenly pause, feeling his body get propelled due to the stop. He expected to land on some random person's arm. Bracing himself, shutting his eyes. Instead of an awkward collide with another passenger, he felt an arm cushion his body.

Ratio was looking at him with a bemused look. His arm wrapped around him to balance him.

"Pagbabalanse lng hinde mo pa kaya?"

To add to the commute point, imagine them both sitting next to each other on a jeep, earphones in each of their ears, Ratio holding him and Aventurines bag whilst Aven sleeps on his shoulder.

ADMU! Aventurine who loves to call Ratio "my scholar ng bayan" or jokes that he's not the scholar ng bayan, instead he's his scholar and that he won't share him with anyone let alone the country. Ratio just rolls his eyes but fights back a fond smile.

"scholar ng bayan? Hinde pwede. Akin ka lng"

"babe wtf"

UP! Ratio and ADMU! Aventurine who met once in UP town since Aventurine's friends dragged him along (ratio couldn't get him out of his mind after that) but they officially became acquainted in one of UP'S conciertos.

UP! Ratio and ADMU! Aventurine who have this special tapsilogan where they'd often have lunch dates in if their schedules permitted it. Aventurine didn't want to eat there at first but after some convincing it actually ended up as one of his comfort spots. First they went there as acquaintances (decided to grab a bite after knowing each other for a bit) then as friends then a little by little they became regulars and sooner they started having dates there. The owners know them well enough and had the liberty of watching their relationship grow (shet sana ol)

UP! Veritas Ratio who baffled every time Aventurine manages to sneak him inside the ADMU campus so that they can have a study date in the library there.

ADMU! Aventurine who mocks the oblation statue for fun just to see the look on his partner's face every time.

UP! Ratio and ADMU! Aventurine whose dates are almost ALWAYS study dates. They both are dedicated to their degrees so they don't mind it, as long as they're with each other even if no words are exchanged they're perfectly fine. Admittedly Aventurine is more on the lax side sometimes and he also goes out of his way to annoy ratio whilst he's studying (it's really just to get him to rest)

ADMU! Aventurine and UP! Ratio who constantly exchange ID straps just because they can. Got away with it for about 2 weeks before Aventurine started receiving violations in his dress code (he didn't care).

UP! Ratio and ADMU! Aventurine who both really fricking love their school and would both eat up UAAP season. They'd get so competitive over their respective schools claiming that theirs was better than the others(all half hearted jokes ofc) they'd show up to UAAP games together decked out in their school merch so it was ironic to see two people from rival teams holding hands and making landi outside the stadium. They'd definitely make the losing school pay for their next date.

UP! Ratio who'd unironically call Aventurine mahal and sinta. While Aventurine calls him love and hun (and sometimes as a joke, pre.) OR "MY SCHOLAR" x "MY ATENISTA"

"mahal paabot please"

"sure pre"

"I'm not your pre."

UP! Ratio and ADMU! Aventurine who would attend pride rallies at UP together. LOVE IS LOVE THEY SAY. BACK AWAY HATERS. They'd even kiss in front of the homophobes just to prove a point. Yes they would have their cheeks painted, yes they wouldn't have signs, yes they'd flip people off.

UP! Ratio and ADMU! Aventurine always frequents the national museum of fine arts. One of their go to date spots actually because it's free (ratio the tipid king) and because sometimes the art galleries are completely empty so they're able to enjoy each other's presence in peace. Yes Aven yapped Ratios ear off about the spoliarium (e-heads fan x filipino art history nerd)

"it's spolarium"

"spoliarium."

"Sir, I know my Juan Luna."

"and I know my e-heads"

UP! Ratio and ADMU! Aventurine who has bag charms of each other's schools and hangs them either on their ID laces or school bags + they have at least one shirt of the other's school with the other's name at the back.

ADMU! Aventurine who'd purposely talk conyo just to piss ratio off. Ratio would use very deep filipino words to get back at him. WAIT RATIO COMPLEMENTING AVEN IN PURE DEEP FILIPINO SO THAT AVEN CANNOT UNDERSTAND HIM?

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imperialsiyo · 7 months ago

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⌗ ︙・Mugunghwa In The Spring・

Empress!Bayan x Fem!Reader

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➢ ﹒ ⊹ ₊ ˚ post content: kissing, flirting, unrequited love, hurt/comfort, eating, wholesome, fluff, sapphic, etc.

➢ ﹒ ⊹ ₊ ˚ Summary: The year is 1496 during the Joseon Era of Korea. You are a Kisaeng (government-owned courtesan) who has recently been promoted to a higher rank. Your talent has caught the attention of the Empress, and she invites you for a peaceful afternoon picnic by Gwahae Lake.

It was a morning of renewal, the first day of spring, and the air was laced with the sweetness of blooming flowers—pink and white Mugunghwa blossoming all around the palace gardens. The distant sound of laughter from courtiers and the occasional chirping of birds made the palace seem almost serene. You could feel the warmth of the sun as it kissed the surface of your skin. Today was an important day, one you had been preparing for with trembling hands and a heart racing with anticipation.

Her Majesty, Empress Bayan, had personally requested your company for an afternoon picnic. It was not unheard of for the Empress to call upon Kisaeng, but something about this felt different. You weren’t simply a courtesan today. You were her guest.

Why me? The question lingered in your mind, casting a shadow over your excitement.

As much as you had climbed the ranks quickly in only eight months, becoming an Ilpae (일패) felt almost surreal. Many girls worked years for this status. And here you were, an enigma to yourself, invited by the Empress herself.

The palace servants had arrived earlier to dress and prepare you, bringing the finest hanbok you had ever worn—emerald green with pastel pink accents, delicate embroidery, and a handmade gold hairpin with two dangling white pearls. The intricate design left you in awe. Surely, this is far too luxurious for someone like me.

But there was no time for doubt as you were led through the palace to the Empress’s quarters, every step heavy with the weight of expectation. When you arrived at the appointed spot by Gwahae Lake, you were met by the sight of Her Majesty, sitting beneath the shade of a cherry blossom tree, the soft petals falling around her like confetti.

Bayan’s presence was radiant, her calmness commanding. She wore a serene smile as her eyes met yours, their warmth piercing through your nervous exterior. Her royal hanbok shimmered with delicate silk, shades of purple and silver, making her appear almost otherworldly.

You swallowed hard, forcing yourself to speak despite the knot tightening in your throat. "I—I cannot thank you enough for your kindness, my lady," you stammered, lowering your head into a deep bow, arms stiff at your sides.

The Empress paused, her eyes softening. "There is no need for such formality, Y/n," she said gently. "Please, come and sit. The day is far too beautiful for us to be weighed down by titles."

You blinked, feeling your chest tighten as she called your name. No titles? Her voice had a way of disarming your nerves, even as your heart pounded in your ears. Slowly, you raised your head and stepped forward, your hands trembling as you sat down on the cloth beside her.

"I—I'm honored, truly," you continued, your voice faltering. "I never imagined I’d make it this far in such a short time. I’m not like the other high-ranked courtesans, not as talented or skilled as them. It feels… undeserved."

There was a silence that followed your words, the kind of silence that made you want to shrink into yourself. Why did I say that? Self-doubt gnawed at you, but before you could say more, Bayan’s voice cut through the tension.

"Y/n," she said softly, her tone firm but compassionate. "Do you truly believe that?"

Your breath caught in your throat, and you found yourself unable to look away from her gaze. Her hand reached out, gently lifting your chin so your eyes could meet hers. "Your talent is what caught my eye, not your title. It is your ability to captivate those around you, whether through conversation, art, or song. You have a rare gift, one that cannot be taught. And that is why you are here."

Her fingers brushed lightly against your chin, and you could feel the warmth of her touch ripple through you. She thinks I’m talented? The disbelief mixed with a strange flutter of excitement in your chest, your breath hitching at her words. Her sincerity felt like a balm, soothing the insecurities that had plagued you all morning.

"My lady, I…" You tried to find the words, but your voice faltered, caught between gratitude and disbelief.

Bayan smiled softly, her hand moving to hold yours, her thumbs gently tracing the calloused skin of your knuckles. "Do not let doubt cloud your heart, Y/n. Talent cannot always be measured in the same way. You are extraordinary in your own right."

The sincerity in her voice stirred something deep within you, and for the first time, you allowed yourself to believe it—if only for a moment. You nodded, unable to find words, a faint smile tugging at your lips. Extraordinary… in my own way.

As the servants finished setting up the picnic, you and Bayan settled into a comfortable conversation. The lake sparkled in the afternoon sun, and a gentle breeze rustled the leaves above. An array of delicacies had been laid out: sweet rice cakes, fresh fruit, and small sandwiches prepared with precision.

You glanced around, noting the lack of guards. Normally, Bayan’s personal retinue would be close by. Perhaps they were watching from the shadows, or maybe she had chosen to have some semblance of privacy for the day.

"Tell me about your life, Y/n," Bayan asked, her voice gentle but curious. "I wish to know more about the woman behind the title."

"Oh, me?" You scratched the back of your head with a nervous laugh. "There's not much to tell. My family were farmers—my grandmother and mother were Kisaeng before me, and it became my path as well." You paused, smiling softly at the memory of your home. "My mother worked so hard, always with a smile on her face, but… there was a sadness in her eyes, even when she smiled."

The words came out softer than you intended, and you felt a pang in your chest, a melancholy that you had never fully confronted. The weight of inherited duty, the life of a Kisaeng passed down from generation to generation. The tightness in your throat threatened to overwhelm you.

"I suppose we all have burdens to bear," you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

Bayan was silent for a moment, her eyes filled with understanding. Then, without a word, she reached out and wrapped her arms around you, pulling you into an embrace. You froze for a moment, startled by the sudden contact, but soon found yourself relaxing against her, your heartbeats syncing in a gentle rhythm.

"You carry so much on your shoulders, Y/n," Bayan whispered, her breath warm against your ear. "But you do not have to bear it alone."

Your eyes widened as you melted into her arms. Her embrace was comforting, like the warmth of sunlight on a cold day. She’s so close�� The realization of her tenderness made your face flush with heat, your mind a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. You had not expected this level of intimacy, and it left you feeling both vulnerable and cherished.

"I hope I didn’t upset you, my lady," you stammered, your voice faltering as you pulled away slightly, though her arms remained loosely around you.

Bayan shook her head, her gaze soft and reassuring. "You did not upset me. I only wanted you to know that I understand." Her eyes held yours, and you could feel the weight of her words. "My mother was much the same."

There was a shared sorrow between you, an unspoken bond of understanding that made the moment feel heavier, yet somehow lighter. For a while, the two of you sat in silence, the sounds of nature filling the gaps where words could not.

Eventually, you smiled, the weight in your chest lifting as you reached for the flute she had gifted you earlier. "Are you sure I can keep it? It's lovely but…"

"It's yours, Y/n," Bayan said, her hand curling around yours, pressing the flute into your palm. "You may thank me by playing it to your heart’s content."

Your heart skipped a beat at her words, the warmth in her gaze sending a thrill through you. "Thank you, Bayan," you whispered, daring to use her name without a title.

As the day went on, you played a gentle melody on the flute while Bayan plucked a nearby Mugunghwa flower and placed it in your hair. The two of you lingered in each other’s presence, sharing sweets and quiet laughter until the sun began to dip below the horizon.

Before you parted ways, Bayan leaned in, her lips brushing against your cheek in a soft, lingering kiss—a farewell that left you blushing, your heart fluttering with the memory of her touch.

That night, as you lay awake, your mind raced with thoughts of the day.

You had never been this close to someone of such importance before. Her touch still lingered on your skin, a soft warmth that refused to fade even as the cool night air seeped into your room.

You replayed the kiss over and over in your mind, the gentle brush of her lips against your cheek, the way her fingers lingered in your hair as she placed the Mugunghwa there. The Empress had always carried herself with grace and dignity, but this… this was something far more personal, far more intimate.

What did it mean? you wondered, staring up at the wooden ceiling above your bed. You had been trained to entertain, to charm, but this was different. This was not the role of a courtesan—this was something deeper, something that made your heart race and your mind whirl with confusion. Was it affection? Friendship? Or something more?

Her words echoed in your mind: “You do not have to bear it alone.” There was a tenderness in the way she had spoken those words, as though she saw past your role, past the title of Kisaeng, and saw you—the real you.

You shifted in your bed, pulling the blanket tighter around yourself as a soft sigh escaped your lips. Could it be that Bayan, the Empress of the nation, truly saw you as someone more than just a performer? The idea sent shivers down your spine, both thrilling and terrifying.

The next few days passed in a blur of routine and duties. You were busy with lessons, performances, and entertaining officials, but your thoughts kept drifting back to that afternoon by the lake. Every time you closed your eyes, you could see Bayan’s smile, hear the softness of her voice, feel the warmth of her touch. It was maddening, how much you thought of her.

You tried to push the thoughts aside, reminding yourself of your place. You were a Kisaeng, trained to please, to perform. There was no room for personal attachment, especially not with someone of Bayan’s status. But no matter how hard you tried, the memory of that day lingered, wrapping itself around your heart like a vine.

Several days later, just as the cherry blossoms began to fall in full bloom, you received another invitation. The royal messenger had arrived at your quarters early in the morning, presenting you with a scroll bearing the Empress’s seal.

You unrolled it carefully, your heart pounding as you read the elegant script:

Y/n,

I find myself longing for your company once more. Join me this evening in the gardens. There is much I wish to discuss with you.

- Bayan

Your breath caught in your throat. Longing for your company… The words sent a flutter through your chest, and for a moment, you simply stood there, staring at the scroll in disbelief.

Without wasting any time, you prepared yourself, your mind a whirlwind of possibilities. What could she want to discuss? Had something changed since your last meeting? Was this a formal summons, or something more personal?

As the evening approached, you found yourself once again standing in the palace gardens, the setting sun casting a warm golden glow over the landscape. The air was filled with the soft scent of blooming flowers, and the distant sound of a waterfall trickled through the quiet.

Bayan was waiting for you under the same cherry blossom tree where you had shared your first afternoon together. She looked even more radiant in the evening light, her hair loosely pinned up, her hanbok flowing like water as she stood to greet you.

"Y/n," she called softly, her voice carrying through the air like a melody. "I’m glad you came."

You bowed deeply, trying to keep your composure. "It is always an honor to be in your presence, my lady."

Bayan smiled, her eyes crinkling slightly at the corners. "I told you before, there’s no need for formalities between us." She gestured for you to sit beside her, and once again, you felt that strange mix of excitement and nervousness as you obeyed.

For a moment, neither of you spoke. The silence was comfortable, filled with the sounds of nature and the soft rustling of the wind through the trees. You stole a glance at her, admiring the way the evening light danced across her skin, the way her eyes sparkled with something you couldn’t quite place.

"I’ve been thinking about you, Y/n," Bayan finally said, her voice soft but firm. "Since the day by the lake."

Your heart skipped a beat. "You have, my lady?"

She nodded, turning her gaze to the horizon. "There’s something about you that draws me in. It’s not just your talent, though that is undeniable. It’s the way you carry yourself, the way you speak, the way you seem to understand the world with such depth. It’s… remarkable."

You blinked, taken aback by her words. "I… I don’t know what to say."

"You don’t need to say anything." She smiled, her eyes locking onto yours. "I just wanted you to know."

A heavy silence fell between you, and for a moment, you weren’t sure what to do. Her words sent a flurry of emotions through you—pride, confusion, fear, hope. Did she see you as more than just a performer? Was there something deeper behind her compliments?

Bayan reached out, taking your hand in hers, her fingers warm against your skin. "Y/n," she said softly, "I don’t want you to feel as though you’re only here because of duty or obligation. I invited you here because I enjoy your company. Because… I care for you."

Your breath caught in your throat. "My lady, I… I’m not sure I understand."

Her hand tightened around yours, her eyes searching yours for understanding. "I know this must be unexpected for you. And I know our positions make things… complicated. But my feelings for you are real, Y/n. You’ve stirred something in me that I haven’t felt in a long time."

You felt your heart hammering in your chest, a mixture of fear and elation swirling inside you. "I… I don’t know what to say," you whispered, your voice barely audible.

Bayan smiled softly, her thumb brushing over your knuckles in a soothing gesture. "You don’t have to say anything now. I just wanted you to know how I feel. I don’t expect anything from you. I just… wanted to be honest."

For a moment, you could only sit there, stunned by her confession. The Empress of Joseon, the most powerful woman in the land, had just confessed her feelings for you. It was overwhelming, and yet… there was a part of you that had longed for this, a part of you that had felt the same way but had been too afraid to admit it, even to yourself.

Slowly, you nodded, your eyes meeting hers once more. "Thank you… for your honesty, my lady," you said quietly. "I… I’m honored by your words."

Bayan smiled, her eyes softening with relief. "Take your time, Y/n. There’s no rush. We have all the time in the world."

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the gardens in a soft, golden glow, you sat there with Bayan, hand in hand, sharing a quiet moment of understanding and possibility. For the first time in a long while, you allowed yourself to hope—for connection, for something more, for a future that felt uncertain but full of promise.

And as you sat beneath the cherry blossoms, the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you, together in the quiet beauty of the evening.

#elixir of the sun #bayan #bayan x reader #wlw #wlw fiction #sapphic #female reader #fem!reader #lesbian #joseon dynasty

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biyahengpinas · 1 year ago

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Pagtuklas sa Yaman ng Kasaysayan at Kultura sa Unibersidad ng Santo Tomas

Sa mapangahas na byahe patungo sa Unibersidad ng Santo Tomas, hindi ko alam kung ano ang dapat kong asahan. Marahil may mga kuwento akong narinig mula sa mga kaibigan at nabasa sa social media tungkol dito, ngunit may sariling bagay na dala ang bawat paglalakbay.

Nang huminto ang bus sa tabi ng kalsada, agad akong sinalubong ng init at usok mula sa iba't ibang sasakyan. Isang maalinsangan na umaga sa isang lugar na inakala ko lamang noon sa mga litrato.

Ang Unibersidad ng Santo Tomas, o kilala bilang "UST," ay isa sa pinakamatandang unibersidad na matatagpuan sa Pilipinas, partikular sa lungsod ng Maynila. Ito ay hindi lamang isang lugar ng pag-aaral, kundi isang saksi sa kasaganaan ng kultura at kasaysayan ng bansa.

Sa aking paglalakbay sa unibersidad, nasaksihan ko ang yaman ng mga gusali at mga tanawin na nagpapakita ng diwa nito. Isa-isa kong binisita ang mga espasyong itinuturing na mahahalagang bahagi ng institusyon. Sa bawat hakbang, marami akong natuklasan at naranasan.

Una kong pinuntahan ang Santísimo Rosario Parish Church, kung saan nadama ko ang katahimikan at kapayapaan. Ang pagtungo sa simbahan ay nagdulot sa akin ng pagkakataon na magbigay-pugay at magpahinga, na nagpapalakas sa aking pananampalataya at pananaw sa buhay.

Pagkatapos kong libutin ang buong simbahan, napadpad ako sa UST Museum of Arts and Sciences. Dito, napusuan kong masdan ang mga likhang-sining at artipakto. Nakapupukaw ang bawat eksibit dito na nagpapaalala sa akin ng kahalagahan ng pagpapahalaga at pangangalaga sa ating natatanging mga kayamanan.

Nang lumabas ako sa museo, napansin ko ang UST Plaza Mayor, kung saan matatagpuan ang UST Tiger Statue na madalas puntahan ng maraming tao. Ang pagtayo sa harap nito ay hindi lamang isang pagkilala sa simbolo ng paaralan, kundi isang pagsasalamin din ng aking sariling lakas at determinasyon na harapin ang mga hamon ng buhay.

Pagdating ko sa Arch of the Centuries, ako ay talagang bumalik sa nakaraan at naantig sa kahalagahan ng tradisyon at simbolo ng unibersidad. Para sa akin, ang arko ay nagpapakita ng tagumpay at pagpapahalaga sa kasaysayan ng paaralan.

Sa bawat lugar na aking pinuntahan sa Unibersidad ng Santo Tomas, nadama ko ang kahalagahan ng kasaysayan at kultura. Ang bawat espasyo ay nagbigay sa akin ng inspirasyon at pag-unawa sa ating yaman bilang mga Pilipino. Ang bawat gusali ay may sariling kuwento at kahalagahan, naglalarawan ng pagiging isang Pilipino, at pagtitiwala sa misyon ng paglilingkod sa bayan at sa Diyos.

Sa kabuuan ng aking paglalakbay sa unibersidad, hindi lamang ako namangha sa mga gusali at tanawin, kundi ako rin ay nabighani sa diwa at identidad ng lugar. Ang bawat hakbang ay isang paglalakbay sa kasaysayan at kultura ng Pilipinas, na nagbibigay ng inspirasyon sa bawat isa na maging bahagi ng pagpapalaganap at pagpapahalaga sa yaman ng ating kultura.

Kung naghahanap kayo ng isang lugar na hindi lamang nagbibigay ng magandang tanawin, mairerekomenda ko ang Unibersidad ng Santo Tomas bilang isa sa mga makasaysayang destinasyon na dapat puntahan. Ang mga karanasan ko rito ay hindi pangkaraniwan at nagbigay sa akin ng malalim na pag-unawa at inspirasyon.

Mga Sanggunian:

University of Santo Tomas. (2023, September 8). History - University of Santo Tomas. https://www.ust.edu.ph/university-history/

The Varsitarian. (2023, September 28). UST breaks into 2024 THE World University Rankings. The Varsitarian. https://varsitarian.net/news/20230928/ust-breaks-into-2024-the-world-university-rankings

#travel #blog #travel blog #biyahe #Pinas #biyahengPinas #UST #tomasino

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wags-confessions · 1 year ago

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Diba bayan has been in London and celebrated his birthday with him and his friends last night. Guessing she’ll also spend the New Year’s Eve with him. He gave her a Chanel bag as present. Also she did that popular get to know me that on Instagram and she put ❤️ in her status saying she’s in a relationship.

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umalinoelle · 13 days ago

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Pamagat: Monumento ng isang bayani .Isang maikling Kuwento ng Isang Manlalakbay.

Nakatayo ako roon, sa harap ng monumento, naramdaman ang presensya nito na halos kasing lakas ng malamig na hangin na dumaan sa plaza. Ang statue ni Jose Rizal ay napakalaki, matayog sa itaas ko, ang kanyang mukha ay inukit sa sobrang tindi, parang siya ay buhay.

Ang kanyang titig ay mabangis, ang mga mata ay nakatitig sa liwasan ng bayan, na para bang nakikita niya ang lahat, maging ang hinaharap. Malaki ang papel ni Jose Rizal sa rebolusyon ng ating bayan, na nagbibigay inspirasyon sa mga tao sa kanyang sinulat na panitikan. Tumayo ako roon sa likod ng mga tanikala, hinarangan ako mula sa direktang paglapit sa monumento at hawakan ito ng aking mga kamay, ngunit kahit na nakatayo mula sa malayo, naramdaman ko ang pressure na ito, ang responsibilidad na dinala niya. Naisip ko tuloy, nabubuhay ba ako sa paraang magpaparangal sa lahat ng sakripisyong ginawa niya para sa bansang ito, napagtanto ko na hindi pala, gusto kong mahalaga ang mga kilos ko, na maging spark na maaaring magbago ng isang bagay. Baka isang araw, kaya kong mag-iwan ng impact na katulad niya, kahit maliit lang, siguro noon ay maipagmamalaki ko ang sarili ko, bago ako umalis sa monumento, huling tumingin ako sa rebulto, gumagawa ng mahinang panata, para magkaroon ng epekto sa mundo.

#lakbaysanaysay #olpag11stem #piling larang

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claudiabowman22 · 28 days ago

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path2peace-islam · 29 days ago

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mastereye-1 · 1 month ago

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temysimundac-blog · 1 month ago

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UY, TINGNAN MO 'TO! 1995! Signing ng MUNTINLUPA CITYHOOD. 30 years ago, ang inyong lingkod, bilang Pangulo ng Liga ng mga Barangay Chairmen sa Muntinlupa at bilang isang City Councilor, nagdaos ng Ceremonial Signing sa Malacañang Palace para sa Republic Act 7926, narito ang aming kuha kasama si former President Fidel V Ramos, kasama natin dito si former Mayor Toting, former Vice Mayor Jimmy, mga Konsehal ng Sangguniang Panlungsod at mga Senador ng administrasyon ni former PFVR. Lahat kami sa larawan ay naka "Thumbs Up" na naging signature hand signal ni former President FVR. Hanapin niyo ako sa picture. 😊 Pogi ba? Well, alam niyo na, mga Muntinlupeño puro mga pogi talaga! (ops, Wag ka na kumontra! 😊)

1995, Marso Uno... Napakamakasaysayan ng araw na yun, tatlumpong taon na ang Cityhood ng Muntinlupa! Happy 30th Anniversary of the Cityhood of Muntinlupa, Mahal kong Muntinlupeños! Sa mabuti, matapat at maarugang pagtaguyod ng ating lunsod, sama-sama nating Mahalin ang Muntinlupa at gunitain ang simula at tuloy-tuloy na pagyaman ng ating kasaysayan. Ang saya maging Muntinlupeño! Ikaw, ako, tayong lahat, Proud to be a Muntinlupeño! Congratulations to all of us! #MuntinlupaNakakaproud

Thanks, Manny, for taking our photo!

Happy 30th Muntinlupa Cityhood, Muntinlupeños! Mapagpalang araw sa lahat! MABUHAY! 🎉

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"It was on March 1, 1995 when then-President Fidel V. Ramos signed Republic Act 7926 that converted Muntinlupa from a municipality to a city, followed by the ratification of the city charter by voters in a plebiscite on May 8, 1995. The change in status came 77 years after Muntinlupa became an independent municipality with the signing of Executive Order 108 dated Dec. 19, 1917 by Governor-General Francis Burton Harrison."

Kung nabasa mo yan, suswertehin ka!

Panalangin ko sa Panginoong Diyos - May God bless you and your family abundantly and may He shower you with protection always. AMEN. Comment ka ng AMEN sa comments. 🤗

Laging tandaan, smile everyday and smile sa mga taong makikita mo. Sapagkat ang tuwa at saya ay nakakahawa. ❤️ Always be grateful and faithful.

Mapagpalang araw sa iyo at sa iyong mga mahal sa buhay, Muntinlupeño! 🫰🏻🥰❤️🫶🏻

#MUNTINLUPACITYHOOD LET'S GO! Paangat ng Paangat lalo ang Muntinlupa! ❤️🙌

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