Tebow...
Isn't it inspiring that millions of people around the world (or perhaps just American football fans) know and do the Tebow? I'm not hugely into American football (although I'm partial to "The Pats" as an ex-Bostonian)... but I can appreciate a true legacy.
Tim Richard Tebow is an American QB for the New York Jets, #15, 25 years old. I am especially fond of his trademarked position - it seems as if originally he knelt and called for divine intervention, even when he was at the top of his game - something I should do more. On my bucket list, corny or not, I'm going to Tebow when I travel to all or some of these amazing places...
Tim Richard Tebow is an American QB for the New York Jets, #15, 25 years old. I am especially fond of his trademarked position - it seems as if originally he knelt and called for divine intervention, even when he was at the top of his game - something I should do more. On my bucket list, corny or not, I'm going to Tebow when I travel to all or some of these amazing places...
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| Tim Richard Tebow Tebowing |
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| Sydney Opera House, Australia |
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| Mursi people, South West Ethiopia |
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| France |
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| Grand Canyon, Arizona |
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| Kingdom of Jordan |
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| Statue of Liberty, Liberty Island, New York |
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| Forbidden City, Beijing, China |
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| The Rock, Ali Al Salem US Air Base, Kuwait |
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| Atomium, Brussels, Belgium |
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| Avenue de Baobabs, Menabe Region, Madagascar |
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| Tallest Building in the World - Burj Khalifa, Dubai |
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| Colosseum, Rome, Italy |
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| Cumberland Island, Georgia, USA |
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| Jerusalem, Israel |
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| Macchu Picchu, Peru |
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| Mount Kilimanjaro, Tanzania |
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| New Zealand |
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| The Parthenon, Athens, Greece |
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| The Petronas Towers, Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia |
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| Jorge Selarón's (Chilean artist) famous steps, Brazil |
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| Siem Reap Angkor Cambodia |
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| Taj Mahal |
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| The Vatican |
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| Chichen Itza, pre-Columbian city built by the Maya civilization, Mexico |
new house for photographs
It was better before. Not every special or mundane moment was documented in flickering flashes, clicks, false fake practiced poses and silly-serious smiles - a retake or two before it meets "perfect". The upload button is the pin-sized access point to the bottomless aimless abyss of storage, dumped on the array of mindless, self-involved, self-loathing, self-promoting but apparently "social" networks. Social as you stalk alone, at odd hours, on some pages for much much longer than you should. Social as you connect with friends, and other people you know which the English language has not nearly enough descriptive titles for.
It might have been better before but who can ignore the ease, the power and presence of the "network" - follow me, hash-tag subject, like like like, comment, handle, pin, pin interest, bbm, whatsapp - me me me - speak to me we say, speak to me. And don't just speak to me - see me - see me as eat, feel sad, feel happy, change hairstyle, get a manicure, run, lie, sit, stand, pose pose pose, instagram, post.
I've never been one to hate the camera - I'm all consumed visually, I've lived by it, I'm making a career out of it - I am the "people-watcher" - my beautiful ying. My dark yang knows there's nothing like the stab of the photograph, piercing and stamping hurt, lack, rejection and insecurity on your heart. There's nothing as painfully permanent in your mind as the visual evidence of everything you don't have.
For me - it's a particular family's social network photographs that arouse parallel feelings of hope and hurt - I look at the sisters I never had who adore each other but more importantly, enjoy each other. The father who adores, respects, educations, obsesses over his girls, the annual family holidays to charming European cities, the twice-daily skype calls when they're apart, hundreds and thousands of photographs reaffirming the deep, unbreakable bonds.
People will say I was obsessed over few boys who broke my heart. Truth is, I was broken already trying to transfer the pain to boys I knew I would hurt me - bring it on, why not. Thank goodness for the man that's come along. However, there will be no more family holidays in my old house, there will only be reluctance to sit together at a dinner table, annoyance at the thought of all being in the same room, hidden anger, agendas and ugliness... and my poor beautiful mother trying to heal us all.
If I push it to the back of my mind, convince myself it's forgiven - I lose all feeling - numb then dead. I'm not happy, i'm not sad, I'm barely even present or living. But if I look at their photographs, purely as I have none like those of my own, I'm stabbed and bleeding all over again.
But quite simply, I am confident - time will heal and then we'll start again in a new house.
Book Closed
um...
I did a silly thing - I looked at the facebook page. I looked. And while I expected hurt, which will come later... I laughed, at myself.
the on-off-long-distance-boyfriend-(now-back-with-tacky-blond-weaved-fat-girlfriend-who-is-ugly-to-me)-breakup-story... is officially over.
I contribute most of the attachment to hormones and attractiveness. But this young man, is not in my league and cannot be loved by me. I am insulted to be replaced with blond, weave and cleavage all over the place. I was a hot wet mess... not ever a hot mess. Unless if he has a twin, I don't know this person. He can't have ever liked me and that in the same lifetime.
Last post for this label. Good riddance to very very bad rubbish!
I did a silly thing - I looked at the facebook page. I looked. And while I expected hurt, which will come later... I laughed, at myself.
the on-off-long-distance-boyfriend-(now-back-with-tacky-blond-weaved-fat-girlfriend-who-is-ugly-to-me)-breakup-story... is officially over.
I contribute most of the attachment to hormones and attractiveness. But this young man, is not in my league and cannot be loved by me. I am insulted to be replaced with blond, weave and cleavage all over the place. I was a hot wet mess... not ever a hot mess. Unless if he has a twin, I don't know this person. He can't have ever liked me and that in the same lifetime.
Last post for this label. Good riddance to very very bad rubbish!
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