These are words for 17 people who holds a big big part in my heart.
- I still wear your jersey and it still smells and feels like you. Sometimes you can only feel something by its absence. By the empty spaces it leaves behind. God, I miss you and I will always miss you the most. No other boy could beat the king.
- Sorry for using you as an escape. I wouldn’t make you love me any more by giving myself away like this.
- I used to think I was the strangest person in the world but then I thought there are so many people in the world, there must be someone just like me who feels bizarre and flawed in the same ways I do. Then there you are, thank you for all the food and fixing.
- My skin was bleeding and you asked me if it hurts. And I said no. You said I was numb. I was.
- Love is not an excuse and I am no metaphor. And sometimes, I’m busy saving myself, too.
- You stopped me from running away from everything. And I thank the Heavens to have found you to run towards chiefly to all that I have lost and loved and won and cried myself to the person that I am today. How are we not tired of each other yet?
- I am seeing less and less of you. It hurts to imagine a world without you.
- You’re fine just being yourself. You’re loved for just being you. I love you for being you. You should not have to rip yourself into pieces to keep others whole. I need you to try. You’re invincible to me.
- No, don’t grow up baby.
- I can still see the sparks dancing with each other in the distance. You don’t know me. Not anymore. I am not the same. I am not the same. You will never know how I love you so.
- Everything that dies in some way returns and that’s the memory of you that haunts me still. But you know what, you deserve each other and I’m so so happy for you. It just kind of hurts how we make better strangers than we ever did anything else. Sorry for screwing up. In a perfect world, it doesn’t have to be this way. Our 11:11s didn’t seem to cooperate too.
- There’s something so tragic about you, something so magic about you; something lonesome about you, something so wholesome about you. Get closer to me ‘cause there’s something wretched about this, something so precious about this. Something broken about this, but I might be open about this. Yes, this is a song and oh, what a sin.
- I’m pretty sure I didn’t meet you for nothing. It’s hard to keep you around but I am doing something about it. I have a million things to talk to you about. A million things we have to talk about.
- Remember that when the bridges ever break and you feel like drowning. I know how to dive and I’ve got stronger lungs. Call me.
- Can’t you see, I am so selfish. I am so selfish of myself. Our names somehow engaged themselves out of wedlock and I kept running around in circles, away from the feeling of being obliged ‘cause I’d feel caged and then I’d be goddamned. But you love me anyway that it can feel too much, but this is not it. This is not the too much I was looking for. Even so, ours was love, in its simplest, truest form. Maybe one day, I’ll love you and I’ll mean it, jk. Que sera sera.
- You are so much like me. I am so much like you. Let’s travel a map.
- I said what I said but you know what I mean. I think that you’ve figured out everything, but I think I know my geography pretty better. You will always be the constant cue that I always have a reason to get up from bed no matter how terrible life is. You are my raison d’être.
11 days away to 17,
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.
"It’s hard to stay
cause some birds aren’t meant to be caged”
Listening to American Authors and now everything is 10000x better.
I was also wondering if anyone knew. Hello there moonpie!
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.
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.
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
We might be hollow, but we’re brave