barefeet on concrete

There is so much too learn as we walk through life. I want to feel new sensations and experience this ground I walk with bare feet. I want to feel every pebble in the road as well as the slippery wet pavement. These are the experiences that make life.

At the moment, I am living within a city of concrete. Yet, my feet always tends to find the grass growing between the cracks. This is a blog that captures these new finds.

latimes:

Before 9/11, Pakistan had only one suicide bombing. Since then, it’s had 290, killing at least 4,600 people. Pakistanis seem to be accustomed to the violence.

A decade ago, Peshawar’s bomb squad had it pretty easy.
Occasionally, one of its 20 members would be dispatched to a cornfield to defuse a mine planted by a villager who was feuding with his neighbor. Bombs were small and crude; the only tools an officer needed were pliers and a roll of electrical tape.
Because their budget was minuscule, the officers traveled by taxi.
Today, the squad careens through week after week of carnage and peril in this volatile city near the Afghan border. One day members are defusing a partially detonated explosive vest strapped to the torso of a dead militant, the next they are surveying evidence left behind by a teenage suicide bomber. The squad has grown to 113 members. Nine have died in the line of duty. At least five others have been maimed.

Photo:   A boy talks to a young victim of a suicide bombing at a hospital in Quetta, Pakistan. Credit: Arshad Butt / Associated Press

latimes:

Before 9/11, Pakistan had only one suicide bombing. Since then, it’s had 290, killing at least 4,600 people. Pakistanis seem to be accustomed to the violence.

A decade ago, Peshawar’s bomb squad had it pretty easy.

Occasionally, one of its 20 members would be dispatched to a cornfield to defuse a mine planted by a villager who was feuding with his neighbor. Bombs were small and crude; the only tools an officer needed were pliers and a roll of electrical tape.

Because their budget was minuscule, the officers traveled by taxi.

Today, the squad careens through week after week of carnage and peril in this volatile city near the Afghan border. One day members are defusing a partially detonated explosive vest strapped to the torso of a dead militant, the next they are surveying evidence left behind by a teenage suicide bomber. The squad has grown to 113 members. Nine have died in the line of duty. At least five others have been maimed.

Photo: A boy talks to a young victim of a suicide bombing at a hospital in Quetta, Pakistan. Credit: Arshad Butt / Associated Press

(Source: Los Angeles Times)

Andrew Belle- The Ladder.

I love this hand-animated music video

wow. he nailed him.

chaseandre:

“May we not be lord over by her beauty, nor by her enchantment be won.”

(Source: davidbowden)

yes! they must have had so much fun filming their videos. the way chris martin dances by himself and looses himself in the music is wonderful.

yes you can

so like always I like to give birthday gifts that are homemade. so for rich’s 26th I went all out. I am not much of a cook, but I have been saving recipes from the nytimes and I have been wanting to use them. his birthday dinner include sweet and sour balsamic pork ribs, garlic mash potatoes, and honey and balsamic glazed carrots. oh and mango tres leches cake for dessert. my whole afternoon was crazy. I was running around like a chic with its head cut off. I had multiple timers on my phone to keep track of the cooking mayhem. i am not much a cook so making a cooking timeline is stressful and confusing. after both fire alarms went off and after destroying my kitchen, it was all done and the final product won his heart. advice to all those who say you can’t cook, Yes You Can.

life without electricity

i must admit it. i have been acting very childish. it is embarrassing and it goes against everything in me to admit it. i complain and i have to try really hard to not put up a fit when my expectations are not met. yep, i am a child.

we just moved to long beach to a beautiful apartment 4 blocks from the beach. it is perfect. one thing though. my husband forgot to switch over the electricity while i was out of town. he has been working so hard sweating, moving boxes, and cleaning. yet, when night comes around i notice the mistake and forget all of he has done. i complain and ask him to call edison, and convince them that the 4th of august is not soon enough.

oh how this reminds me of my relationship with God. when my expectations of life do not go the way i want, i complain. i plead with him to try to fit his plans into my box. I am 21 and still do this. oh forgive me God. help me to learn that your ways are so perfect. help me to remember your provision. change my heart to be content and happy with the little things like no electricity. show me the beauty when life is not the way i planned. 

thank you for the simplicity of candle light and life without refrigerators.