#niya rivers

[cherryswisherz]

TS FRYIN ME😭😭😭

[captainmartin20]

AYYYY THE VIBES

[radgalniya]

leonardo dicaprio’s career is what river phoenix would’ve had had he not died. literally like 3 of leo’s early 90s roles including titanic were going to go to river before he died. plus i feel like river is naturally what leo’s 90s rebrand after the pussy posse was emulating.

[kavalyera]

𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 ?

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : Two friends meet again as kindred in an unfamiliar world

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 : oc x oc, can be read as romantic or platonic, use of filipino words, emotional comfort

An embrace was painful, and living beyond that—knowing that one has a second chance was even more painful. David didn’t want to be embraced. He didn’t want to become this, he’d much rather die in the fire than become whatever the Anarchs and the Camarilla thought him about to be.

His motorcycle set aside, and David is looking over the Pasig on the Binondo-Intramuros Bridge. He has a short while before he’s back on the run again, on the run from everything. The Camarilla, the Anarchs, and his fellow clanmates.

He wasn’t—in his own thoughts—meant to live this long.

How long has it been since his embrace? Seven years maybe. Maybe eight. Time passes by with no reason and David doesn’t care much about it anymore. He’s grown past being that kalye kid that they say keeps fighting. Maybe he’ll turn back to God if God listens. Maybe he’ll listen, the Father almighty is just like his own father. Powerful, neglectful, significant in the eyes of others. He’s been abandoned in more ways than one—

“Oks ka lang, pre?” You good, bro? Asks another voice that’s all too familiar. David almost flinches when a hand touches his back, resting near the back of his neck. It’s almost instict to fight or run.

“Marianne?” David looks up at her and there she is again. Marianne. Mary. Marie. Anne. Mars, as their classmates once called her from elementary to senior year of high school. She hated that nickname, it was “too overused” she frequently said.

“I’m May.” She sits down next to him on the edge of the bridge, her forearm resting on her knee and the other foot dangling off the bridge, her sandal seemingly about to fall into the river but it doesn’t.

“Why are you here?” David asks.

May looks at him, taking his red tinted glasses and the world is clear and bright again. Manila in the night. There was her again, wearing his glasses and had seemingly changed herself. She was different, but still so familiar.

“I heard you died. I didn’t want to miss your funeral, you know?” May replies back with. “I went there, they told us your body was burned. I cried a lot, I remember our math teacher from grade-ten was there. Sir Oscar, yata.” Sir Oscar, I think.

“Miss niya ako?” He misses me? David asks back in return. “Di ako naniniwala sa ‘yo.” I don’t believe you. David smiles. Of course he knows Sir Oscar.

Sir Oscar was always a good man. David couldn’t bring himself to visit the old man past his retirement. He didn’t want to bring chaos to an elderly man’s life, he had a wife and kids. Well, his kids were grown and were in different places. His wife was dead, the man was living in peace, close friends with the teachers he called his coworkers still.

“Of course he misses you, whenever no one was raising their arms he called you back then ‘cause he knew you’d always get the answers right.” May says. “I thought you died.”

“Well…” David looks at her.

Does he really want to tell her what he’s become? In an instant, he was in agony, sharp burning engulfing him whole. His arm, he remembers, felt so cold from the burning sensation that it hurt. He was a tough boy, everyone knew that. But at that moment, David cried. He felt tears as pain washed over him. He was not tough at that moment.

“I heard you were making a name for yourself.” May says. “Tondo made you their Baron.”

David’s eyes shoot up to her back from the black waters of the Pasig river in the night. She knew of Barons, she knew of the Anarchs, she knew of the Camarilla.

“Hm?” David asked back for her to clarify.

“I got embraced.” May said. “Gangrel, or however you say it.”

“Oh, right.” David nodded slowly.

Cars passed by behind them. Manila was glimmering as the lights from buildings seemed to twinkle like stars in their warm, golden lights. Some were cold lights, cold and harsh.

“I’m a…” David rolls his hand. “Brujah.”

May snorted. Then she laughed. They both laughed. David found himself laughing with her and suddenly they were high school students again coming back home after a long day of quizzes, shit-talking, and writing lecture after lecture in their notebooks.

“Mangkukulam?” A sorcerer? God, David wishes. It’s probably much better than feeling the urge to resolve everything with his fists.

“I wish.” David shakes his head. “That’s Tremere, I think.”

“Ah.” May clicks her tongue, tilting her head to the side. “How have you’ve been?”

“On the run, and stuff.” David says. “I don’t…”

He’s not sure. He doesn’t know why he doesn’t like kindred life. Everyone else seems different, like they’ve settled into this reality of theirs fairly easily and David, even with being crowned Baron of Tondo, he still doesn’t seem to know what he is or what he wants exactly. He doesn’t know what to do, he’s alone, he’s afraid. He knows those three facts all too well.

“I’m not sure.” David says.

“Ohhh….” May replies back with. “On the run, why? What happened? They didn’t tell me anything, they just told me they made you Baron of Tondo.”

“De Silva doesn’t have an official blood hunt on me yet but it’s clear she wants me dead.” He puts it simply. Crossing her path is a death sentence on its own.

The entirety of Manila is a Camarilla paradise. Every kindred coaxed into submission by the higher authority, forced into obedience through fear and lies. David is fighting a losing game, he knows that. Fighting against a city with monsters much older is a loss.

“But why are you still here?” May asks.

David thinks. Why is he even in Manila? Everything was without a label and yet everything was tying him down to Manila.

“I need to try.” David says. “Try and fight. I’m not going to let Prince de Silva have total control. I’m not gonna let her have that peace of mind.”

May looks at him through his red tinted glasses, before she rests her head on David’s shoulder. “I’ll join you. You don’t have to do it alone.”

thank u sm for reading ueue ! ^_^

[ilaw-at-panitik]

May mga tag-araw na katulad nito: may mga inilalakong ibon At ang harmoniya ng kanilang pagkakabilanggo’y nakakakuyom Ng puso at nakakapukaw ng mingaw. Doon ito sa may simbahan. Nauunawaan ko na ngayon ang Mesiyas nang binaklas niya Ang bawat hawla at isinubo sa kalawakan ang mga binagwisang Hinagpis. Nagsasalimbayang alkemiya ng mga kulay ang natatanaw Tulad ng biglaang paglipad ng napigtal na banderitas ng nakaraang Pista, napadapo sa kandong ng mga yero. Ito na ang parang at gubat Sa kanila. Nakakalansi ang bawat butil sa ating palad tila maamong Labangan ang naghahain. Minsan, noong nakaraang digma, tinuruan Ang mga kalapating magpiloto ng bomba. May kapalit na makakain Sa tamang pagtuka sa itinutudla sa mapa. Higit sa mga mandaragit Sila hinuhubog. Natigil ang proyekto nang nakilala ng kanilang tuka Ang mga kandado. Lumiliwayway sa panginoorin ang maiindayog Na pagkaway samantalang naiiwang nakabitin sa buntong-hininga Ang kanilang mga amo. Kailangang lumayo ng mamang naglalako. Kakalampag sa pagaspas ng mga pakpak ang mga kulungang kawayan. Sansaglit, tila naroroon sila sa ilog, umaawit ng kanilang iniibig na himig.

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There are summers such as this: birds being sold and the harmony Of their captivity clenches a heart and stirs up a loneliness. There beside the church. Now I understand the Messiah when he forced Open every cage and fed the expanse feathered laments. The gliding alchemy of the colors can be seen like the sudden Flight of ripped banderitas from the last Fiesta, alighting on the lap Of galvanized roofs. These are their fields and forests. Every grain in our palm, Serving like an unassuming trough, deceives. Sometime during the last war, Pigeons were trained to pilot bombs. Food was exchanged For every right peck targeted on the map. They were trained to surpass birds of prey. The project ended when their beaks met the locks. Their billowing waves Dawn in the horizon while their keepers were left suspended In their sighs. The merchants needed to flee. The bamboo cages clang from their flapping wings. For a moment, They seem to be in the river, singing the melodies they love.

Enrique S. Villasis, "Birdman, 1973" tr from Tagalog by Bernard Capinpin (Published in Exchanges: Journal of Literary Translation, Iterarions, Fall 2019)

[zowkku]

The World Through The Current’s Eyes

What’s the point of finding tranquility in River? Currents are also powerful even if the surface looks placid. Dwayne needs to be careful.. 

Or else River would be the cause of his suffocation.

Disclaimer. This work is a hidden panel from Dear Alien. Read with caution! The hidden panel has themes of child abuse, just not mentioned directly. Still, such topic is heavy, so if you fear that it might be too much or that it could negatively impact your mental health, please exit the page. Although the following piece is canon, it’s just a background knowledge of Dwayne’s family— it’s okay if you skip reading this! Your mental health is what matters to me. 

Rain seems to be pondering, but he nodded nonetheless. “Okay po.” 

Taking care of Dwayne in the ways that he can— River has been on the job since what, probably since they were thirteen? Probably, because River has no recollection of when he started protecting his brother. All he remembers is the sound of Dwayne’s cries inside a room. How it stopped for a minute, then going back to small cries.. becoming smaller every passing second as if it would be the end of the world if he makes a single noise.

What happened inside the room remains as a mystery, buried deep underground with only his mother and Dwayne knowing. He can’t bring himself to ask Dwayne, either. 

But River is aware… 

What happened inside that room is something that changed his brother. 

The other half walks down the stairs, and when it comes to the last step, he turns his head to double-check if someone’s following. River lets out a sigh, although assured that Rain isn’t. 

He grabs a broom and a dustpan before dragging himself to the living room, looking at the random things scattered around. His eyebrows arose, “Oh.” 

He leaves the materials near a wall so he could focus on organizing the dunnages. He starts with his father’s folders on the coffee table, then he goes to get Rain’s empty tumbler, drawing books, his mother’s jewelry, her vitamins, woman’s perfume, and his very own bag. River thanks God he left it in the living room. 

River indifferently brings his bag to the staircase.

Once it’s all set, no more things scattered around and the house finally looks normal in his eyes– he starts sweeping the floor. From the screen he looks like he’s casually sweeping, but River’s movements were big. He’s trying to fasten up the pace so he can return to Rain… 

And do what he usually does. 

He returns the cleaning materials back to where he took it, a shaky breath escaping his lips. River sits on the fifth stair tread, looking up once again to look out for his younger brother. It would be bad if Rain sees him doing this.. 

River unzips his bag open to get his laptop. He plugs his password, then drags the cursor to the most opened software. 

Account: spycamojica

Password: Rain@64gzUqfA7M_dR

He hits the enter button with no guilt. 

To that end, the clips of Dwayne leaving were demolished from the face of the earth. Permanently deleted, with no way to bring it back. 

He’s probably their mother’s most trusted— her treasure and her pride. The favorite, apparently the kindest and the sweetest. 

Keyword— apparently. 

“Aww. Coffee and sandwiches?” Their mom hugged the middle child tightly and planted a kiss on his cheek, “Ang sweet naman ng anak ko, thank you River!” 

River glanced at his twin who was hiding behind the door, only to see Dwayne smiling at him with raised eyebrows and a thumbs up. Weird. 

“Bakit ako pa inutusan mong magbigay ng kape? Eh ayoko nga kay Mama. Inaaway ka niya. Tsaka, ikaw naman gumawa no’n ah. Dapat ikaw din magbigay.” Were the words that left River’s lips when he left his mother’s room. Dwayne followed him downstairs, “Tinutulungan lang kita, ang pangit kasi ng ugali mo eh.” 

He’s only who he is right now because of Dwayne. So if there comes a time and he learns their mother is making Dwayne question his whole purpose on earth again, River will, without a doubt drop everything he’s doing. 

If Dwayne just shuts his mouth while his mother is literally spewing out heartless and unnecessary obloquy, River won’t put up with that. He doesn’t know if it’s the heaven’s doing or his mother’s, but in all instances, he’s always late to save the day. 

Kaian just somehow never catches his mom doing that to his brother. He always comes to the scene where his mother is already on her desk working, and Dwayne is already thinking of ways to sabotage himself. What a nice brother, letting his twin endure all the suffering. 

Him and Dwayne are practically one. So does it have to be only Dwayne? 

River locks his eyes at the CCTV camera and shuts his laptop down. 

[angelloverde]

"Mo Soul" Player Playlist 26 June

The Soultrend Orchestra - No More Missing You

D'Andy - Cry Me a River

Soul Jazz Unit - Need Your Funk

The Bahama Soul Club - Moaners

Big Sam's Funky Nation - Feet On The Floor

Gero - Costa Del Sol

Nu Braz - Segunda Feira

Legato Feat. Karen Jones - Vertigo

Great Gable - Drift

Skinshape - I Didn't Know

Roosevelt - Shadows

Parcels - Lightenup

Le Flex - Meet Me On The Dancefloor

Satin Jackets Feat. Niya Wells - Never Enough

Miami Nights 1984 - Accelerated

If you really want to enjoy music and help musicians and bands, buy their lp’s or cd’s and don’t download mp3 formats. There is nothing like good quality sound!!!

(Angel Lo Verde / Mo Soul)

[captainmartin20]

MORE KATE AND NIKA !!!!!!!

[thesoftcities]

Excerpts from After the City

working on a new chapbook, made revisions to a revision essay. Here are the first two sections; I'm still happy with it. Won't ever be final until print (fingers tightly crossed).

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After the City

Behind the window of this FX, this bus, this jeepney, nananaginip ako. The billboards, electric lines, cars, streetlights zoom in and out of sight, out of time; mga nakaabang na pasahero, memories, personal geographies, maps drawn on my palms, waiting sheds na ‘di naman nagagamit, eskinita; makulit. Nung bata ako gumagawa pa ako ng mga kwento, ngayon patalon-talon na lang ang isipan: nandun pa naman ang mga kwento: tungkol sa New Manila, inside neon-lit Cubao bars, underneath remote lots in Fairview. The official narrative of Quezon City says the man dreamed of a place where the common tao can grow roots and wings. At some point, these stories became true. ‘Di natapos. Tuloy ang kwento. He redrew the borders on the map, rearranged buildings, structures of power, roads here, roads there, sana’t sakali:

I.

In the mornings on the way to school, the sky opens up by the Donya Carmen turn. Fairview ended here: Commonwealth breathes open from tight road to highway. The buildings are always changing and the roads keep widening, the traffic never goes away. They’ve cut the trees down to make way for a new MRT, but the view. It’s remained the same since we moved here in 2006.

May ilog doon kung saan niya ko binababa, sa may Luzon. Bangin na yung flyover sa Tandang Sora. Dati may malaking footbridge sa Litex, puno ng mga vendor, sari’t saring laruan, tao, nakaw na cellphone. Ngayon wala na, lumampas na pala tayo. And I asked her about home. She told me of the sprawling plains of Nueva Vizcaya, the hidden waterfalls, their school in Bayombong, the cave her father named after her, and the houses on mountains where they would bring books to kids. There’s a river that’s important to her. She told me about the time her ex took them there after a fight, and they made love inside his car.

            She apologized.

            I told her it’s alright.

            There is a city in me

and it wants to keep going.

[benefits1986]

Carla Bruni x Trauma Therapy

A PL for the soul bleeding in scarlet sins is therapeutic for trauma. 

Last Sunday, dad and I went biking with Vici, my OG boss; my first born, my therapy dog. Dad didn’t like getting up early because he’s in his Netflix deluge era. Since it’s Mother’s Day, I made sure we steer clear of very likely spaces where moms are too many; because Mother’s Day is a trigger for me; and I can vividly see my dad’s sedated self shaken. He dragged his lazy ass off at around 6 am and I stopped him from his Facebook trash content curation routine. Dad has very specific routine and that means giving him about 2 hours to go about his rituals.  While driving to a sedated spot in the South, he asked me to play Moon River. His best version is that of Frank Sinatra. I told him that it’s Louis Armstrong for me on usual days and nights. Of course, we had another bashing session why Frank is better than Louis. We didn’t budge, as always. HOWEVER, since I watched Something In The Rain as recommended by a number of single lady friends, I gave in. Naging laughable song na for me ‘yung Stand By Your Man kasi ano ‘yun? Ako na naman maga-adjust? LOL. So, bigyan ko na ba chance mga XY and XX na sobrang bata para maiba naman? Basta, ‘wag ko lang i-compare sa mga mas advanced sa career and life na mga beings and doings? Anyhow, I really like Carla Bruni because she has a certain style that swims across the usual.  It’s the first time dad heard Carla’s version of Moon River. Sabi niya grabe naman daw version sabay wipe ng pabagsak ng luha while driving. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. I told him that Carla is a Venn Diagram of Sitti x KZ  Tandingan x Moira. LELS. Sabi niya, tigil-tigil daw ako. ‘Di raw siya client or stakeholder na kailangan kong kumbinsihin. LOL. Pero, he told me to play it again and then told me to stop the song na kasi mapanakit.  Marketing is part of daily grind. LOL. Trauma Marketing slanted on Trama Therapy to be exact. I shared previously that I ate my shit words when I chose to forgive my dad without him saying sorry out loud when he abandoned me when mother dragon expired. Losing a mom, as dad shared is something he didn’t realize he is NOT prepared for. LOL. Sabi ko is tumigil siya kasi ako, mom expired a year before she turned 60. Ina expired at a really curious age of 88. Doble 8 ‘yan. :D Eternity x 2.  Trauma marketing is more than pain point probing. It’s a mix of nostalgia and core memories dressed to appeal to the aspirations and hidden wishes and fetish of your audience of one. Truth be told, apart from the two universal common grounds, taxes and death, marketing is the material and immaterial ground where your audience of one is slithering in as they try their best to manage their each and every mischief without the Maurader’s Map, The Philosopher’s Stone, The Elder Wand and the most coveted Cloak of Invisibility.  Ever wonder why Pixar’s earlier films like Up, Toy Story, Cars, WALL-E and Inside Out make you tear up while the kids who are watching usually have their mouths wide open and their eye glued? Trauma marketing. Trauma therapy. :D HUY.  LOL. Mag-keynote na ba ako sunod? PAK. Buo na first 100++ words pa lang. CHOZ. Feeling ko! Hahahahahaha. Sige, sa brown bag session season ko na lang para makapag-practice ako. Baka sabihin, masyado naman akong appealing to ad misericordiam pero ganun talaga ang marketing. Wala tayong maggagawa kung ‘di to bump up the numbers using irrefutable truths and let people consume in the name of battling their harshest and sadly, inescapable realities. HUYYYYY. ANO ‘YAN? Ang aga-aga, mhie. ‘Wag gigil. 

I keep going back to my first mentor and his first pasavogue in class, DAY ZERO. Marketing is the moment you wake up until the moment you die. POTA. Siya na talaga magaling. Ateneo x UA&P Dragon’s Lair (eme) x all-boys kasing alpha male na mahilig sa beautiful beings and doings dahil malimit niyang nasi-slip na tumatawid sila sa Maryknoll noong kabataan niya. Gwapong-gwapo sa sarili e.  LOL. HAHAHAHAHAHA. LOL. HAHAHAHAHA. Kaya kung ‘di lang din mas pasavogue sa unang buga niya, bye. CHZ. Ang layo pa nung first 100 words ko. Need to prune para pak. Namiss ko tuloy first mentor ko. Thinking since 2022 H2 na to reach out to her daughter to ask how he is bilang he rarely checks his email, and almost wala siyang digital footprint pero siya ‘yung nag-egg sa akin mag-adver and eventually, mag-digital. Sana this H2 2023, mapush ko na sarili to check on him and his whereabouts.  I realized that ang deep, dark and delicious ng slant ni OG marketing dad ko. Hahahahaha. Ngayon lang din while I am typing this thought fart. Very first world but anchored on the Asian vibe as a Fil-Chi si OG marketing tatay. Also, sobrang swerte ko lang na napansin niya ako sa lahat ng kinanginang case studies and papers ko na siniguro kong A+ or A na walang minus para magkaroon ng runway na maging mentor ko siya bilang wala naman akong connection sa mundo ng elite marketeres noon hanggang ngayon. HAHAHAHAHA. Side Note 1: Mag-Shakey’s nga ako work on weekend para ma-imbibe ko ang kapangyarihan at bertud ni OG marketing tatay. ‘Yung mga pagtatawa niya sa ... pati na sa propenents of PH business management and marketing tulad nina... ayoko na lang mag-name drop kasi baka ma-SS ako. Hahahaha. We don’t do that literal shit gaming. Mag-Google ka if you’re not catching my drift. :D Pero, approve sa kanya si Minyong Ordonez at si Mon Jimenez. HAHAHAHAHAHA.  Side Note 2: Back in practicum days, tawang-tawa ako kay Mon J. Pababa ako ng Pacific Star noon tapos nakasabay ko siya. Syempre, fan girl. Hahahahaha. Kaya todo kaba ko pero RBF. I just smiled a small smile. Then nahulog ‘yung twenty peso-bill niya. Pinulot niya pero ‘di abot kasi mala-Snorlax tummy niya. Tumingin siya sa akin tapos tumawa. Sabi OOPS. Then nag-bend over siya ng slight then naabot na niya. Ganun ang leader. Ganun ang management style. Mhie, owner na ‘yun ng isa sa mga profit-based ad sa Pinas for a good number of years, kaya mhie, ‘wag tayong magmaganda kung wala below minimum ang ganaps mo. HAHAHAHA. Part din ng onboarding nina Mon J noon ‘yung pagkwento ng humble beginnings nila where they actually make calls para sa billings nila tapos todo stress levels kasi nga ‘di biro lalo ‘pag ang mga kalaban mo sa billings are the high and mighty multinational agencies.  Sa kanya ko rin natutunan na it’s okay to make mistakes, to cry like there’s no tomorrow and to fucking fail forward sa bawat Shakey’s with draft beer session namin sa South. Siya rin dahilan why I am unbothered na akala sa akin sugar baby ako kasi narealize ko rin na kahit lagi kaming may specific safe distance bilang tatay-anak nga ang aming connection, wala. Maraming gago at tarantadong akala mo maka-judge, wagas. Kinangina. At kikinang ang inang ito kasi lagot ako kay mother dragon ‘pag hindi. Saka mother dragon-approved si OG Gemini marketing dad as a tadong Taurus na sobrang maka-judge pero napapagpaliwanagan naman at dalisay makaintindi ‘pag kinausap mo na parang pre-school consistently in about a month or so. LOL.  ________ Carla Bruni’s version of Moon River is cutting so deeply that even when I’m not spiraling like crazy, ansakit, bhe. Ansakit talaga. In fact, her melancholic style is really, really breathtaking.  As we went biking that Sunday, wala ang mga bikers. Either iwas sa COVID trap na naman or natakot kasi parang ang lakas ng babagsak na ulan. Actually, dad refused to ride kasi baka nga raw umulan and crazy daw ako. Sabi ko naman, tigil siya kasi puwede namang sumilong. LOL. And ako bahala kay Vici if ever abutin kami ng ulan.  JICYMI or want to indulge in trauma therapy, here’s the link to Carla’s Moon River cover. Also, grabe ‘yung version niya ng The Winner Takes It All. HUY. As a Mamma Mia fan and ABBA (another favorite ng nanay ko) na ‘di nakapanood ng musical at hinintay ang encore ng Mamma Mia sa Manila, mhieeee, ang tinde. :D 

https://open.spotify.com/track/3sICyTPASesVzpfGc1nM2t PS: Searched my OG marketing tatay and nag-message na ako. LOL. Malamang, nakalimutan na naman neto PW neto sa personal email niya and malamang, nagpalit na ‘to ng 0917 OG number niya kaya, tignan natin if he still remembers me. Permission marketing x Shakey’s sa South. Tanong ko next if he is biking tapos padyakikak sesh kami. Ako naman manlibre sa kanya ng draft beer para maiba rin; pero for sure, as a gentleman, hindi na naman siya papayag mag-insist ako. :D Good dayyyyyyy! Let’s friggin’ slay the pests of the blue green ocean because this bitch is off to Juno szn. And will need to keep up because wala e, ‘di tayo good job, ever. LOLOLOLLOLL.  PS2: Lagay ko lang din dito ‘yung isang email exchange namin bilan super busy AF person siya. Minsan, kwento niya sorry daw ‘di siya nakareply kasi nag-meeting siya and immersion sa isang cooperative somewhere. Nagzi-zipline pa ‘to with his wife na sobrang chixxx at her mature age. HIHIHIHIHIHIHI. Loveeet. Ganyan kaming mag-ama. LOL. Amfeee ko na naman. Makapang-asar sa isa’t isa, wagas. Far and few convos pero tagos na tagos. Shet. Naluluha ako. Servant leadership... ‘yan ang core ni OG marketing tatay and hopefully, I can emulate and apply it in my next chapter with NA’s HOW CAN I HELP vibe. :D Sakto, lapit na birthday neto. Humanda siya. :D Humanda siya talaga sa muli naming pagkikita. ‘Wag niya lang idadarang na naman sa social entrep kasi makakatikim siya sa akin ng monologue about 2024 and beyond. ;) Paka-arte talaga netong poised gentleman na gagi rin at his core, always. ‘Pag ‘di niya pa kilala si Brene Brown, bilhan ko siya ng book nun for his character arc development na rin. CHZ.  Malamang matinde rin ang galawan ng SRA booklets niya kasi, mhie, ang galing niya magsulat kahit sobrang tanda na niya. HUHUHUHUHU. Sana all... not. Char.  This reply was long time coming. I was caught up in quite a number of things and I didn't want to bounce off a reply without at least putting some thought to it.  Nakakahiya naman - I was reading a literary gem.   When you get to a certain age, birthdays are something you want to remember less of all celebrate.  Thanks for the kind word ... I could not even remember if I did all of those things.  I just do what I feel should be done - because I feel that it is part of sharing what I little I have.  I'm glad you picked up a few things although I'm not quite sure if I'm exactly the model figure you should emulate.  I have made so many mistakes in my life although a number of them have forged me to be a better and humbler person. It has taught me that the more you want to be in control, the less you are in control.  Faith in the unseen gives you a sense of direction and a firm purpose in life even if you don't have a full grasp of it. That's the irony - by learning to live your life for others, you fulfill and find yourself.  It's a bitter lesson learn - hopefully, in your case not too late in life. Thanks for reminding me I'm getting older, that there's still a few years that can be lived longer and for reminding me that the work is not finish in sharing what little life's riches one has. ! Belated happy birthday - di ka man lang nagpainom.  Ha!ha!  Hope you're getting younger in outlook and zest but mature in term's of taking the punches life throws at you. I'm freer now after last week's winding of my commitments; let's find time with the gang to toast to you year of inching to maturity. Eto naman part nung aking birthday message sa kanya kasi, mhie, ‘wag na. LOL.  As I set foot in the real world, things start to toughen up; but I am confident that, as I fail, I'd be able to make it in time, for I carry a chunk of you in me. To live life with a passion of a kid To find a job I'll enjoy, and worry not about the money To commit mistakes early on To be mature enough to do the things I may not like, but are needed to be done Love, light and shadows in black and white,  B

[candychann]

day 16 (Feb 1 2024): last day of painting the rooftop. today nga pala, may bisita from security bank. for closed na raw iyong lotB since hindi na nagbabayad si Henry River(o/a). then, we went to fcm to buy a paint at the handyman store. we bought a dulce de leche cake, then. we crossed and then at the local store, we bought hanger na maraming ipit, plastic broom w/ dustpan, and a dustbin. we took for a small walk so we can go to their other store where we bought the laundy basket. we headed home, then. we had a conversation na we can be his apprentice in setting up the stuff at the washing area. i answered him na as long as he does not do it early hahaha

before i forgot, nilagay niya na rin pala iyong bagong burner. mas naging better iyong kitchen in all fairness. need ng battery tho. pero sa tingin ko talaga parang naging complicated lang siya eh. he called us para ipakita how we do the burner. madali lang naman. anyone can do it fr.

day 17 (Feb 2 2024): tito setup the board that is for the casseroles and pan. then, he painted the balcony. before he took a shower and nap in the afternoon, he already booked for our staycation at the Mabini, Batangas. sa hapon, nagpabili siya ng ice cream sa 7/11. sumama pa siya sa pagbili haha. since he was not that busy in the evening, he was just watching videos on his phone. he was laughing with all those videos. we had ice cream after our dinner.

one month stay documentation.

day 1 (Jan 17 2024): arrival from the NAIA 3 airport. we took a Grab going home for 1017 pesos (excluding skyway fee). Tito had his coffee with his shortbread biscuit. He got the chocolates out from his luggage and put it in the refrigerator. he also gave us mama's dress and papa's shirt. after that, he asked about our plans in life, how we are doing at school. he mentioned of aiming high ALWAYS. it seemed to me experience is not something they put priority but rather they want to be the best right away. really the definition of FAST-PACED, i guess. before dinner, tito and tita were in a facetime.

day 2 (Jan 18 2024): Tito had his coffee in the morning then we had our breakfast. he cleaned the filter of the washing machine and looked into the socket of water heater. he gave the kids books together with the deo. he asked us what our plans for the day, and i did not know what to say because we really did not have any whereas he will just have to take a rest from the jetlag. i gave him the 20k and he asked if we needed some grocery. he put the crucifix at the altar corner of the house. while having dinner time, he mentioned he had an encounter with a cockroach at his room last night hahaha. aftersometime, he opened the chocolate santa. it was delicious i swear. YUMMY!!! then after dinner, he setup the netflix account in the TV. it was successful because last year, it did not work. since i wanted to try the netflix before his eyes, i decided to play wednesday and see how it goes. he mentioned there was a filipino audio available but he did not recommend it because it does not sound good haha. while watching, i wanted to activate the eng sub since it was kind of noisy but i was shy lol i did not want him to get the idea that we do not understand the audio well (but it really is hahaha)

[juniaships]

I FORGOT THAT I GAVE GWEN FRIENDS 😭😭😭😭😭😭

[radgalniya]

music i’ve been feelin a lil 2 much lately

[mostly-history]

From Loulan, the oldest part of the Silk Road continues west, along the southern edge of the Taklamakan Desert.  Niya, the westernmost town of the ancient Shanshan kingdom, lies 600km west of Loulan.  Like that city, Niya was nce a cosmopolitan market town, where ideas, languages and religions were exchanged along with trade goods.  On an expedition to Niya, Aurel Stein discovered tatters of antique rugs, pottery jars decorated with people, animals and mythological beings, and even some furniture, including an elaborately carved armchair with lion's claw legs, that displayed Greek influences. Niya suffered a similar fate to Loulan.  The end for the oasis city arrived when the spring-fed rivers that supplied water to the region dried up or shifted course.  As the water disappeared, so did the town, which was abandoned and eventually reclaimed by the expanding Taklamakan Desert.

The Atlas of Lost Cities: Legendary Cities Rediscovered

[angelloverde]

"Mo Soul" Player Playlist 17 February

The Soultrend Orchestra - No More Missing You

D'Andy - Cry Me a River

Soul Jazz Unit - Need Your Funk

The Bahama Soul Club - Moaners

Big Sam's Funky Nation - Feet On The Floor

Gero - Costa Del Sol

Nu Braz - Segunda Feira

Legato Feat. Karen Jones - Vertigo

Great Gable - Drift

Skinshape - I Didn't Know

Roosevelt - Shadows

Parcels - Lightenup

Le Flex - Meet Me On The Dancefloor

Satin Jackets Feat. Niya Wells - Never Enough

Miami Nights 1984 - Accelerated

If you really want to enjoy music and help musicians and bands, buy their lp’s or cd’s and don’t download mp3 formats. There is nothing like good quality sound!!!

(Angel Lo Verde / Mo Soul)