a day in the life of kaya

@dexterdarden: Today marks Day 1, of the Final Chapter, of one of the biggest blessings of my life. I’m honored to do it with these guys one last time! Let’s go!!!! #family #mazerunner #deathcure #day1 #glader #gang

anonymous asked:

I just can't get behind living nests until she actually freaking apologizes to freaking feyre.

See, this is the exact thing that makes me love her even more. That she hasn’t apologised properly yet.

Bear with me here, Nonnie, because this is going to be a long one. 

Nesta is not perfect. She has made mistakes and stupid/bad things. One very stupid thing would be letting her little sister, our beloved High Lady, provide for them all by herself and letting her carry that burden while at the same time being unsupportive. But a stupid/bad action does not equal a bad person.

When I was a kid my mama always put emphasis and made one thing very clear to me, as she was handing my ass to me, and that thing can be boiled down to this: “You did a stupid thing. You are not stupid, the thing was. You are smarter than this. Make it right and next time do better.”

In my opinion, Nesta knows she fucked up. She is a smart woman. But she is also a proud woman. Nesta telling Feyre that she went after her when Tamlin took Feyre, that she braved the woods and the unknown to find a sister she loves only to be stopped when she could not find her way through the wall, is a part of her making it better. Another thing is letting the Inner Circle use their house for meetings with the Mortal Queens, despite the danger it put her and Elain in. I don’t know if she’ll apologise to Feyre straight out, we’ll see. But I believe she will make it right, she loves her sister too much not to. 

I also very much believe this situation is similar to the one with Rhysand in the hiatus between ACOTAR and ACOMAF. Many people wanted so badly to love him but couldn’t because he had not apologised to Feyre for the things he made her do Under the Mountain. I know, he did not do these things to Feyre for years and he was not someone Feyre are supposed to be able to rely on, her big sister. But for us fans it was similar, you like the character but you will not allow yourself to 100% go for it because they hurt our Feyre. From your ask it seems like an apology is what you are waiting for, that is the one thing standing in the way. Same as many felt with Rhys. 

We got an entire book where Rhys got to redeem himself, show us his true self and explain his actions to Feyre. We have not had this opportunity with Nesta, yet. I think ACOTAR 3 will give us a lot more Nesta and I am freaking ecstatic about that. To understand her motivations beyond protecting Elain, see how she deals with being Made (into an Illyrian), how she will handle being around Cassian, how Rhys will communicate and talk to her as he is still very much thinking about how she treated Feyre, and that pisses him off, understandably. And I look forward, beyond words, to see her interactions with Mor and Amren. Gah! I am so excited! 

Another reason for me to love Nesta’s character is the fact that she is almost Mor’s opposite. We need characters like Mor that are kind and warm and girl power and likeable, she overcame terrible circumstances and is still warm towards those she cares about. But we also need characters like Nesta. Women who go through bad things and deal with it by closing themselves off to those they cares about. We need this because women in our society are not allowed to just be one or a few things, we have to be everything. We have to be perfect. 

We have to be good students, beautiful, dress well, be funny and cool, yet not too cool because a girl can’t possibly know if she is smart and hot because then she is obnoxious and cocky. We have to be good mothers, good sisters, good daughters. A woman is supposed to be sexy but not so much so she is slutty. Virgins are boring and too much work and pressure but if she has had sex she is a whore. We are supposed to be independent on our own but also not too independent because then we hate men and will become lonely cat ladies. We are not to tell men we want marriage and kids  because then we seem desperate but at the same time the women who do not want kids are shamed for it. We are admired if we are strong, work out and know how to fight but then “oh god you work out so much aren’t you afraid you will get too many muscles and look like a man”? A woman has to be kind and emphatic but she also needs to be fierce and not care what anyone thinks. The list goes on.

What I am trying to say is that we can’t win. No matter what we do we are set up to fail because society puts so much pressure on women to be all these things, to an extent men does not have to live with. And so writing amazing characters, basically flawless, like Mor, I mean she has her struggles but we have yet to see a real flaw in Mor, can end up putting more pressure on young girls. But then SJM balance it out beautifully with Feyre and Nesta and Elain. These three sisters who are all incredible and admirable in their own ways but are also very much flawed, in a way that only male characters really get to be flawed. Because if a man has one redeeming quality, that is usually all it takes because we as a society ask so little of men compared to women. 

So we have a almost flawless character like Mor who loves and befriends a flawed character like Feyre. Showing us that you do not have to be perfect to be loved by something good. To deserve good things. 

To end this rant I would just like to say that I would love to see Nesta apologise to Feyre. But I will love her even if she doesn’t. I love her because she is interesting, I love her because she loves her sisters in her own way, I love her because SJM has written such a perfectly flawed female character that is still a good person and what that represents to young girls. I love her because, at the end of the day, Feyre does too. 

Nesta, my (illyrian) thunderstorm


On this day in music history: March 23, 1978 - “Kaya”, the tenth album by Bob Marley & The Wailers is released. Produced by Bob Marley & The Wailers, it is recorded at Island Studios in London, UK from January - April 1977. The album consists of tracks recorded during sessions for Marley’s previous release “Exodus”. The album features more laid back, relaxed songs standing in stark contrast to the bands’ more militant, politically motivated material. The release of the album will also coincide with Marley’s return to Jamaica after more than a year of living in London, leaving the country after an attempt is made on his life in December of 1976. It spins off two singles including “Is This Love” and “Satisfy My Soul”. Originally released on CD in 1986, it is remastered and reissued in 1994, with another remaster in 2001 that includes one bonus track. It is also released as a double CD Deluxe Edition in 2013, with the original ten track (plus one bonus track) album on disc one. The second disc features a full concert recorded at Ahoy Hallen, Rotterdam, Netherlands on July 7, 1978. The album is also remastered and reissued as a 180 gram vinyl LP in 2013. “Kaya” peaks at number four on the UK album chart, and number fifty on the Billboard Top 200.

Papa! Happy father’s day po! Sobrang miss na miss kana po namin at ang dami mo na pong namiss sa event sa buhay ko. Sayang pa, wala ka nung graduation ko. Ineexpect ko pa man din na nandun ka, diba pangarap natin to? Na makatapos ako ng Engineering Course? Natatandaan mo paba nung time na sinabi mo sakin na “Nak kayanin mo yan, kasi maganda yung magiging buhay mo pag naging engineer kana” Yung mga oras na umiiyak ako sayo dahil gusto kona magshift ng course dahil sobrang nahihirapan nako, nandyan ka parin sinasabi mo na may tiwala ka sakin na kaya ko malagpasan yung engineering dahil bilib ka sa talino ko. Eto na pa graduate nako.

Sayang pa hindi mo man lang nakita tong graduation picture ko oh. Ang pogi ko dyan, kamukhang kamukha kita. Sayang talaga pa, tas hindi mo pa nakikita yung ECT kong license, hindi pa sya yung ECE pa pero License Technitian na po ako pa.

Pero pa, meron po akong winowork ngayon, nagrereview po ako para mapasa ko yung isang board ko, yung para talaga sa course ko. Pa, alam kong gagabayan moko sa boards ulit! Alam kong kaya ko to kasi sabi mo magtiwala ako sa talino ko, kaya eto ako naglalakas loob na sumubok sa board exams.

Pa kahit anong mangyari ah, sana proud ka parin sakin sa kung ano mang narating ko. Basta pa magsisikap pa po ako para malayo pa po yung marating ko para mas maging proud kapa sakin dyan sa Heaven. Lagi nyo po akong iguguide ah! Maraming salamat po papa! 

Happy father’s day. I love you papa! You’ll be here forever in our hearts. 

Imagine a modern AU Chirrut who hasn’t lost his sight yet (I like to think he’s just wearing thick glasses at this point), coming home from his first day at college absolutely shook because he saw the cutest boy??? “You don’t understand,” he wails dramatically at his long-suffering flatmate Kaya Gimm. “He was so cute I don’t know what to do with myself. My life has been irreparably altered. I think I’m in love.”

“Did you even get his name?”

Chirrut frowns darkly at that. “No, but I’ll find out soon enough. It can’t be that hard, we share at least one class!” His face immediately brightens again at the memory. “I could see him so well from where I sat, Kaya. Tried not to stare and all, but it was impossible not to look from time to time. He’s adorable, okay? The way his mouth curled up at the corners when he smiled…”

[Chirrut.exe has stopped responding]

Para sa mga nagtatanong, eto na po. Wayback 2007, highschool pa lang ‘ko non, before ako pumasok sa school, nagbebreakfast muna ‘ko sa karenderia malapit sa'min. Araw-araw ‘yon. Kapag umaga, wala pang mga ulam don. Yung tipong sopas, champorado, spaghetti, pancit at mga kakanin ang menu nila.

Then, one time, medyo nalate ako ng gising. Pagdating ko dun sa karenderia, pancit na lang ang available, so ‘yon yung inorder ko. Ang problema, hindi ko nagustuhan yung lasa. Nakalimutan ko na kung matabang ba ‘yon or kung ano, basta, hindi ko nagustuhan. Eh ayoko namang magsayang ng pagkain, at hindi din naman ako mareklamo. Naghanap na lang ako ng pwedeng ilagay na pampalasa para matolerate ko siya. Eh tadhana nga naman, ubos na yung toyo. Wala na ring calamansi at ayoko naman ng suka. Tapos, nakita ko yung ketchup. Hindi ko alam kung ano naisip ko pero nilagyan ko ng konti. Nung tinikman ko, nagustuhan ko naman kaya dinamihan ko na yung ketchup.

The next day, marami nang choices, pero tinry ko ulit. Nagustuhan ko ulit. Haha. Ganon ako lagi kapag pancit ang inoorder ko sa kanila. Ang problema, nasanay na yung panlasa ko sa ganong set up. At ang problema ulit, since then, kahit saan ako kumain ng pancit, hindi ko na gusto yung lasa ‘pag walang ketchup. Life changed.

Nung una, nahihiya pa ‘ko. Pero ngayon, pucha, nahihiya pa rin talaga ‘ko. Lalo na kapag may bagong kakilala, nakikita ko yung itsura nila habang nakatingin sa'kin. Disgusted. Tumatalikod na lang ako.

Yung mga kaibigan ko naman, sanay na sila sa'kin. Hahaha. Ayun lang. The end. :)

anonymous asked:

hi po!!!! i really wanna make friends dito sa studyblr community, kaya lang ang awkward ko hehe also kakastart ko lang po ng grade 7, any advice for someone in 'high school' na???? thank you and have a nice day!!! ٩(。•ω•。)و

ahh no worries!! everyone’s a little bit awkward too. you can always message me if you want!! hmmm, as for advice,,,, high school in the ph (or in general) can be really tough. surround yourself with only positive people. never miss an opportunity to do something great, and have fun bc high school is where you’ll make the memories that you’ll remember for life. study healthily, never push yourself to the limit. have a nice day too!!

  • Usopp: I wanted to tell you one story. Uh. This is the story of the best meal I’ve ever had in my life, okay. Happened when I was eleven years old in Syrup Village where I grew up. I went to a place called the Salt & Pepper Diner, uh, with my best friend Kaya. We walk into the diner one day, and they had a jukebox there, okay? And the jukebox was three plays for a dollar. So we put in 7 berries and selected 21 plays of of Tom Jones’s What’s New Pussycat. And then we ordered and waited.
  • Here’s the thing about when, uh, What’s New Pussycat plays over and over and over and over and over again. The second time it plays, your immediate thought is not ‘hey someone’s playing What’s New Pussycat again.’ It’s ‘hey, What’s New Pussycat is a lot longer than I first thought. The third time it plays you’re thinking maybe someone’s playing What’s New Pussycat again. The fourth time it plays you’re either thinking ‘whoa someone just played What’s New Pussycat FOUR TIMES or at least someone played it twice, and it’s a really long song.’ So the fifth time is the kicker, alright?
  • Now, Kaya and I we’re watching the entire diner at this point, alright? Most people have gotten wind as to what’s going on. And we’re staring at this one guy and he’s sitting in like a booth with his stupid kids jumping around, and he’s like staring at his coffee cup like this, and he’s been onto us since the beginning. And he’s sitting there, and his hand is shaking, and he had this look on his face like, aw, like he had just gotten his thirty day chip from anger management. And he’s staring like this, and the fourth song fades out. It’s dead quiet. Then, I don’t know if you know this, but the song begins very quietly…
  • BWAAAH BWAAAAAH WHAT’S NEW PUSSYCAT and he goes GOD DAMN IT and pounds on the table, silverware flies everywhere, and it was fantastic. But a word about my best friend Kaya and what a genius she was because when we first walked into the diner, okay? When we first got there and I’m punching in the What’s New Pussycats alright? I’ve punched in like 7 at this point then Kaya says to me ‘Hey hey hey before you punch in another What’s New Pussycat let’s drop in one It’s Not Unusual.’
  • Oh yes. That is when the afternoon went from good to great. After seven What’s New Pussycats. In a row - It played seven times. Suddenly - Dum da dum, IT’S NOT UNUSUAL and the sigh of relief that swept through the diner. People were so happy. It was like being united under the World Government all over again. You know for years scientists have wondered can you make grown men and women weep tears of joy by playing Tom Jones’s It’s Not Unusual and the answer is yes you can. Provided that it is preceded by seven What’s New Pussycats. It’s true. Dead honest.
  • And on the other hand. When we went back. Holy shit. It’s Not Unusual fade out. It’s dead quiet. BWAAAH BWAAAAH WHAT’S NEW PUSSYCAT people went insane. People went out of their minds. No one could handle it. No one could handle it. And they were surrounded by this seemingly indifferent staff that was just like ‘yup some crap as always.’
  • They unplugged the jukebox after eleven plays. And that was the best meal I ever had.

aaahhh natapos din first week of classes. grabe yung pagod ko pang next life na hahaha charot. sobrang kapagod yung byahe tapos puro pa whole day pasok ko :( 2 hours byahe. Nung isang gabi 8pm palang bagsak na bagsak na ko. Paano pa kaya kapag naging busy na ko sa acads? Kaya ko pa kaya magreview? :( ang sad gusto ko ma-retain yung pagiging DL ko last term :(

You spend your whole life stuck in a labyrinth, thinking about how you’ll escape it one day, and how awesome it will be, and imagining that future keeps you going, but you never do it. You just use the future to escape the present.
—  Looking for Alaska, John Green
My Journey To Meet Johnny Depp- Part 2

Once I arrived back home from the Gold Coast everything went back to normal. I was still on uni break and had three weeks left and there was only a couple of days until I was getting my wisdom teeth taken out.

The following Saturday after my operation, Sharyn messaged me saying that Johnny was going to be making a crowd appearance at The Spit one night after filming and that I had to get back up there (three weeks after I’d been there). If I went up again I’d be flying alone. So I talked myself into going, I just had a feeling that this was going to be it. I booked a one-way flight to the Gold Coast Tuesday night, arriving there at 9.30pm. Sharyn came to pick me up and we were excited to see each other again so soon and all we spoke about was Johnny. We drove out to The Spit and she showed me where I had to catch the bus from and where I had to walk. I’d be venturing around the Gold Coast by myself until she finished work at 5pm on Wednesday. I remember laying in bed Tuesday night and everything was just so surreal. I never thought I’d be back on the Gold Coast again so soon.

Wednesday morning was an early start. Geoff and Sharyn had packed me a backpack full of food, tissues, sunscreen, binoculars, water and I packed my hat and sunnies. However I only used four of these items: tissues, binoculars, water and sunnies. Off I set in an unfamiliar place to journey to The Spit! I caught the bus from down the corner out to Sea World and walked from there to the Fishing Charters.

When I got there I sat on the sand and looked across over at The Spit where I could see filming. Looking through the binoculars, I saw Johnny on the ship. I couldn’t believe it, there he was, I was looking at him with my own eyes! I had a little cry and I just sat there trying to take everything in. I was texting Sharyn throughout the day telling her what was going on and she said ‘if anything happens you must call me and I’ll leave work’. After sitting on the beach for half an hour I decided I better start walking around to The Spit to get a good position. When I arrived there were quite a lot of people sitting against a black fence that blocked off the trailers. So I walked over and joined the crowd. By this time it was just on 12pm and I sat down and waited not knowing what was going to happen. After 1pm people started moving and I followed them, security had opened a bit in the fence to let us into the other side. I tried to call Sharyn, freaking out that something was going to happen and she would miss out, but I couldn’t get onto her. As I walked through the fence I saw another smaller fence and immediately knew that everyone had to line up along it. I hopped it between two ladies who were lovely. I was texting Sharyn everything that was going on, but because she was working she wasn’t replying.

I couldn’t believe it, here I was standing looking at the trailers where extras were going in and out of and I just thought to myself, I’ve made it, I’m going to meet Johnny today, It’s going to happen. I couldn’t help but start to cry again and the lady next to me rubbed my shoulder. Then a car drove in and everyone was wondering who was inside. It was Gibbs! (Kevin McNally).  He came down the line shaking everyone’s hands, taking photos and signing. He was so nice, when he got to the end he called out if anyone new had come in or if he had missed anyone, and he went back up the line again. Security came out and then the police, I was eagerly texting Sharyn, by this time it was nearly 3. And I had no idea when Johnny was coming out; until I heard the security guard say it would be once he had finished filming. But no one knew when that was going to be. Finally Sharyn arrived (lucky enough to finish work two hours early) and Kevin McNally came back out with Kaya Scodelario. They both seemed like really down to earth people.  When Kevin McNally was leaving he yelled out “and if you see my Captain, tell him I’m looking for him”.

A couple of minutes past and at 3.15pm a black car pulled up and Jerry got out. I was so excited to see Jerry. I couldn’t see in the car and was wondering if Johnny was in there. I was beside myself sobbing at this stage and Sharyn had her arm around me. My arms and legs felt light and tingly and Sharyn told me I couldn’t faint after waiting all this time. Jerry walked along and checked everything out and spoke to the security guards before returning back to the car. The car drove out and I assumed it was going to get Johnny.

At 5 o’clock, the black car returned. The door opened and out stumbled Johnny Depp dressed and acting as Captain Jack, arms swinging all over the place. I think my mind went numb at that point. I grabbed onto Sharyn’s arm and we were both just saying ‘oh my god’ to each other. I honestly couldn’t believe it. I was living my dream. I could see Johnny’s beautiful eyes, they were just so captivating and I kept looking at him as he was over in the distance greeting a family.

He walked over to the fence and began talking to the crowd, signing posters and photos and taking selfies. He was slowly but surely making his way down to Sharyn and I. I was literally on cloud nine and I don’t think I’ve ever smiled for so long before. Then I said to Sharyn, “oh my god, you’re next” and then next minute they were both hugging. Sharyn said, “oh I just love you! I can die happy a happy woman” and Johnny replied in his Captian Jack voice, “I hope I die with a happy woman”. I was just standing next to Sharyn, gobsmacked watching this all happen. And then it clicked and I thought ‘I’m next!’ and Johnny and I made eye contact. I don’t know how, because I didn’t ask for a hug but next moment I realised we were hugging. I just held him so tightly and nestled my head into his hair/ neck, he smelt so amazing. I asked him if he could sign my arm and he said “where’s your arm”. Jerry asked if I had a pen but Johnny was already signing, and I just looked down and was thinking “it’s happening, this is it”. He did it so slowly and he was holding my hand while he did it. Sharyn was saying that I had flown up twice from Melbourne to see him and he said “where’s Melbourne? Is that in Papua New Guinea?” I just laughed and said yes and he said “is that near Australia?” and I laughed again and said yes. I managed to get out ‘I love you’, I think I said it about four times as I was just looking into his eyes and holding his hands. And I started to cry and he gave me another big hug. Sharyn and I were both saying thank you to him and he went out of his Captain Jack voice and said ‘no, thank you’. He was everything I expected him to be and so much more. The way he took the time with everyone and just looked into my eyes when I spoke. I was a mess, I accidentally grabbed Jerry’s arm and he said ‘thanks for coming girls, have a safe drive home’ and I replied ‘thanks Jerry’. He was probably thinking ‘what the, how does she know my name?’

After the best moment of our lives, Sharyn and I just grabbed each other and were crying. I was so star-struck. I was over the moon. I had never been so happy. I called Mum and she was on the other end crying and I was trying to get everything out but I was just a mess. Thursday morning I went and got where he signed tattooed. Every time I look at it I just smile, it’s a beautiful reminder of accomplishing my dream and meeting my favourite man.

At the age of twenty I’ve ticked my number one dream off my bucket list. I am over the moon. I don’t think I’ve stopped smiling. I am so grateful and thankful to my family who after all these years have just put up with me obsessing over Johnny, but now I’ve met him, it’s only going to get worse haha. Johnny has brought me so much happiness over the years. If I ever feel down or not myself, I just watch one of his movies or his interviews to pick myself up. You’ve helped me through so much Johnny. I never got the time to tell you how much you mean to me and how much your films have comforted me, but I got to tell you that I love you. Thank you for everything Johnny.  

Sea Salt  (RP)

@heroesbeyondtheninerealms (Mer!Loki) 

Kaya sat quietly at the bottom of her lonely tank. She was bored out of her mind- but that was nothing new to her. She’d been here for most of her life so she never truly knew anything else besides boredom and the constant hum of the water filter.

But this day was different- the doors to the tank room were flung open and in barged a group of men carrying something within a net of some sort. 

Kaya swam to the glass barrier, watching the men intently as they dumped whatever could be inside the net into the tank. 


Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs…
Between classes, exams and full moons it had been the four of them against the world. And there and then - young and foolish and safe within the mighty, ancient walls of Hogwarts - it had been enough. But much too soon they grew up and found themselves soldiers fighting a war. And in the face of death and destruction and fear, by some beautiful miracle, they found that their small circle had grown.
Suddenly no one could imagine a day without Sirius moaning over Marlene’s “Scottish stubbornness”. They forgot about life without Lily’s innate kindness, Alice’s quiet warmth or Frank’s passionate dedication to both the Order and his family.
Family... In the face of death and destruction they had found just that. In the darkest of times they were shining like stars.
But the thing with stars has always been that they burn the brightest just before they go out…

Ben Barnes - Sirius Black // Kaya Scodelario - Marlene McKinnon // Sophie Turner - Lily Evans // Aaron Taylor-Johnson - James Potter // Andrew Garfield - Remus Lupin // Jamie Bell - Peter Pettigrew // Jim Sturgess - Frank Longbottom // Carey Mulligan - Alice Fortescue


Grades, dreams, & other drugs.

Kaya mo ‘yan, ikaw pa ba?

I’m not smart.

Well, okay, if you call loving analysis and interpretation ~smart~, then call me that. But I am not book smart. I am average in memorization, and I tend to grasp concepts and ideas easier than definitions. Verbatim memorization is a challenge to me when not prepared for. That’s why for every law course I took (and will take), I would always allot pages to days in order to make sure I read and absorb properly.

Last year, in my freshman year in college, my GPA fell BIG when we progressed further into the second semester. My eyes hurt and my heart clenched as I saw the line of dos (2.5, to be exact) on the day of grade viewing. The last two semesters this sophomore year was better. I fought to have grades no lower than 2.0, and when the grades were released last night, I was satisifed–but also saddened. It had never occurred to me at the start of freshman year that to get Cum Laude you had to have 1.75 as an average for ALL your semesters’ worth of GPAs. Akala ko fourth year lang counted, but no. Had I known, would I have strived harder? Of course.

Computing it now, I need at least a GWA of 1.4 the next following semesters to make it. Is it possible? Definitely. Some really smart and studious scholars can probably achieve that through their own habits.

But I don’t have mine. I love my org works, I love serving. I love debating. And I feel that it’s only through sacrificing those do I achieve that 1.4. And it hurts. I want, so badly, for my parents to walk up the stage with me on graduation day. No matter how many debating medals I bring home, it won’t be the same as that one big medal. I know that’s how they feel.

People tell me, kaya mo ‘yan, laban.

Pero lalaban ka pa ba kung alam mong talo ka na?

Oo, syempre. I don’t know what will happen. But what I do know is that I will give everything, everything the next two years. In orgs, in academics, in what I do. For my parents, and for myself.