August 25, 2014 at 09:22 PM / 4 notes
TEDxUSanCarlos

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Well this one’s a pure epic. I was not well-aware that I was an attendee for this first TEDx talk in Cebu and in a greater scope, first in the Visayas because 1.) I haz no phone when I was applying for this and 2.) my email account went mad and emotional by its own, it won’t open.  It was not until my friends, Issa and Gumi who were also attendees for the event texted me craycrayly that I was supposedly an attendee.  Of course, I ran all the life of me to CAFA Theatre where the event was held. I really came in late so I cannot summarize my thoughts on the different issues in the talk. Anyhow, I have a lot of cool-people-feels aftermath! 

The speakers are so incredible. They are so human. They are so terrified but so fierce and so bold. They are so flawed but so real. There was so much unmistakable passion in the room, and we all began to stand and clap at some point, and we were all so touched by the stories that after the talk a handful of us stayed behind, just because it felt like going out that hall would mean leaving off so much of that hope.I guess the last speaker, Insoy Ninal on loving Cebuano culture and language is my personal bias (given that I have only heard the last two speakers HA HA HA).  When he sings, his voice melted into us, touched me in a place that I didn’t know I could be touched, made the entire room engorged with warmth. He spoke about how tragic it was for Cebuanos to find their own language baduy. He was once told that he’d write and sing crap if pure Cebuano is integrated into his music, but that didn’t hinder him. He had a heart, he had a soul and he had a brimming passion in what he was doing and it was all so clear. He thanked us for patronizing being Cebuano, because by that we were keeping the rebellion alive.  We were fighting against what the world was trying to push us towards. And I remember my History professor lecturing us being known to the world as Little Brown Americans and srsly, it sounded like little brown shit. (I’m not saying Americans are shit rather it’s shitty sad how we didn’t radiate our own identity.)

Nevertheless, I feel so stirred right now it’s astonishing. Ooh, the butterfly effect. How beautiful it is to believe you can change the world and know that we all start small. There’s such a yin and yang between responsibilities and living out what you aspire with your life, but what if we could have both? That would be just the most absurdly amazing and certainly that is what I hope for. I want to live so significantly and so overpoweringly and so enthusiastically and vehemently and wildly that I keep keeping on until I don’t even realize that I’m dead. Yep. Start small. Nothing’s stopping us.

August 25, 2014 at 12:13 PM

"It’s hard to stay
c
ause some birds aren’t meant to be caged”

Listening to American Authors and now everything is 10000x better. 

August 25, 2014 at 12:02 AM
Anonymous: Hi! What does este corazon que late means by the way? :)

I was also wondering if anyone knew. Hello there moonpie!

August 24, 2014 at 09:01 PM / 13 notes
I feel like I’m not gifted enough neurons but I’m going to keep thinking, reading and learning  and I’m going to keep looking and I’ll see what gains from there. I feel like I’m photosynthesizing myself up further and further, returning to an immature bliss whilst simultaneously growing into myself and transpiring outwards and spreading my roots into anything—organic or non-organic that I touch. I think I’m all set to become the person I know I can be. I think it’s about time.
  But first, root beer. 

I feel like I’m not gifted enough neurons but I’m going to keep thinking, reading and learning  and I’m going to keep looking and I’ll see what gains from there. I feel like I’m photosynthesizing myself up further and further, returning to an immature bliss whilst simultaneously growing into myself and transpiring outwards and spreading my roots into anything—organic or non-organic that I touch. I think I’m all set to become the person I know I can be. I think it’s about time.


But first, root beer. 

August 24, 2014 at 04:13 PM / 222,238 notes

(Source: yeah-yougotme, via enjolraspberryy)

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August 23, 2014 at 09:25 AM / 30,857 notes
home by the waters

home by the waters

(via likeneelyohara)

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August 23, 2014 at 08:38 AM / 3 notes

Young people are classically well thought-out as a problem to peace and thus are left out or manipulated by decision-making process especially in societies that have obscurities handling change in inductive ways. Youth as peace-builders: Similar to that of youth being violent, there is an all-embracing proof of youth not only being chill by a corner but of being catalysts of positive social change. However, this phenomenon has not been pervasively analyzed by academic research. How many young people are violent and how many young people are peace makers? Social research using quantitative and qualitative methods can help to answer this question. As a youth leader, worker and activist in several framework, my experiences suggest that there are many youth who are peace makers. They are pro active agents in their communities, in their schools, work places, sports teams, youth groups and universities, and even in their little digital corner in the internet i.e blogs. These are stories that are yet to be told. Like other civil society actors they are less visible in analysis of peace processes than key elites. The sad sad truth about us, the youth is that we are highly affected but rarely considered. 

August 18, 2014 at 10:31 PM / 2 notes

There is nothing else sickening than a female using “sweetie”, “sweetheart”, or “honey” to bring down another female. That is literally the bitchiest thing to do and it’s far from being cool as much as it is a step away from putrid. I’m going to puke thinking about it right now. Hate exhausts me. *sleeps

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August 18, 2014 at 09:23 PM / 1 note
Plays: 36
Artist: Lorde
Song: 400 Lux

We might be hollow, but we’re brave

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August 17, 2014 at 02:04 PM / 5 notes
Cafe Caw

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Question: What are we doing here in a café at the middle of the night (and not just an ordinary night, but a night blessed with the lethal curse of inevitable death before midterms)?

Of course we’re somewhere amid the awesome and all of the in between “Studying.”(and by that, I mean drinking flo’s frappe thinking about eating the rainbow cake downstairs and pretending looking at my notebook when there are no notes at all and also eating that mini cake of  a French sounding name that sounds like poetry. That would be like eating poetry which is so poetic in all ways btw *winks winks. Croque en bouché mmm I want that. Nomnam)

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See, we were “studying”. Man, real studying stinks.