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Describe your day in one song lyric and leave no explanation.
At first I was afraid, I was petrified.
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Yung pwede namang umuwi na lang ako para makapahinga nang maayos…
But I had to keep my word. Because…. you know… I know how to.
I don’t deserve this shit.
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Boracay | 08 27 2024
Island hopping and some kayaking stuff.
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Is my presence too detrimental towards you that you have to cut me off from your life just so you can move on?
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🎵 Ganahan ko kitang duha diri mugpahuway. 🎵
In a duet with myself
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Slow and Convoluted
I wanted so badly to love this book because I met the author back when I went to the Philippine Book Festival and she’s such a nice person. I bought the trilogy and had them all signed by her ‘coz I was very much enticed by the premise of the book that they shared. She even promised me that I would enjoy her self-published work, considering that one of my sentimental favorites is The Chronicles of Narnia.
Lo and behold. I was left disappointed.
The book poses itself as an adventure story about a kid—who is “the chosen one” in a typical hero’s arc formula—and he goes through this adventure with a male and female sidekick.
To the book’s defense, a vital part of the story did center on this so-called adventure. Unfortunately, this was only roughly a quarter of the book.
The rest of it was—who would’ve guessed it—about the boy’s mother. 😐
A huge chunk of the book was told in her point of view, centering on her backstory that covers how and why we’re at the present situation in that world. All these stuff could’ve been told in the latter part of the series so that we’re given a sense of mystery and curiosity that could urge us to read further, but they were given straightforward from the beginning.
One thing that I also hated about the novel was how it was told in multiple points of view, even when it was unnecessary. Imagine there are scenes where the POV shifts from one character to another but it’s just the two characters talking—it’s as if you’re watching a movie where you just change the camera view. And I think the reason why it felt this way is because there’s no distinction between how one character narrated their story. They all talk the same and their thoughts are the same—they’re just put in different circumstances and scenarios.
On the bright side, I did enjoy the last 80% of the book—which should have been the entirety of the book—because it kept up the pace and the plot finally moved. And it’s because of this that I’m encouraged to read the second book of the trilogy.
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“Is there a standard book about life that we all have to follow?!”
Why the fuck did I say this in a dream? 🤪
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Oftentimes recently, I feel nostalgic about the things that happened in my life for the past six months. It’s odd because I think the timeframe isn’t typically long enough to feel nostalgia.
In any case, half of the year is done and I’m not short of any memorable moments I can reminisce to come the year end—you know, for my annual recap.
Right now, my Google Sheets file is still empty and I haven’t typed down any memory on the list. I have some mental notes in my head but I somehow couldn’t bring myself to list them all down just yet. Maybe I’ll try to do so later.
And if anyone of you is keeping up with my life, you’d probably have an inkling of the things I have in mind.
Anywhoooo. Here’s to hoping that the latter half of the year will bring better and happier memories. 🥂
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quiero estar desnuda en tu cama con vos encima mío, sintiendo tu calor, una vez más
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At least we got to march. That’s what matters.
Last June 22 was only my second Pride March, and it wasn’t a very good experience.
It felt like the entire event was ill-prepared and the organizers didn’t have any concrete plan on how to control the crowd.
From the very beginning, my company’s delegation—along with some others since Smart/PLDT were behind us—was lined up on the wrong cluster, and we ended up near the back end of the march.
When we arrived at Quezon Memorial Circle, it was already overcrowded and we could hardly get in. Fortunately, we eventually did and decided to walk around and tried to reach the stage area. Sadly, the way to the booths and the stage was an undulating wave of human bodies, so our group decided to head back out—much to my dismay because CUP OF JOE WAS PERFORMING 🥲.
Anyway, I think that was the best idea given the circumstances, and the rain was starting to pour harder every minute. We took shelter at the covered walkway of the Quezon City Hall along with the rest of the crowd. That’s where we waited for our rides to take us back to the office.
According to one of my colleagues, some of the company delegations who were lined up correctly during the march were still trapped inside the circle by the time we’ve arrived at the office, which was also the time we heard the news that the Pride Night event was cancelled due to the ongoing bad weather and the stage equipment was already compromised.
That said, us being placed in the wrong cluster at the march turned into a blessing in disguise as we didn’t have to endure the unruly crowd that was trapped inside the circle.
The following day, various rant posts about the event rose. So I’ve heard about the homophobes who flocked the stage early on just to watch their favorite artists, leaving the thousands of marchers with little to no space upon arrival at the venue. And the religious zealots who said this entire Pride, including people of the LGBTQ+ community, are the works of the devil and the rain was God saying we should stop.
Listen. We still got to march. We still got to protest. The entire event exists because of the march. And when did the rain start to fall? When we arrived at the circle—we who were at the back end of the march.
Who was it that came only to attend the free concert, but never got to see their idols because it was cancelled?
In any case, despite the disastrous circumstances, at least we still got to do what we originally intended to do. That’s what matters most. And all things considered, it was still a very memorable happy experience.
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