Huhugoat courtesy of Words Anonymous

I actually did intentionally avoid commenting anything because [refer to the picture below]. This may be not current to some because it has been circulating feeds for quite some time now but you may want to watch again. Because again [refer to the picture below]. ANG SARAP MAGMURA PAGKATAPOS MANUOD OKAY (what happened to not commenting. kthanksbye)

Ang Huling Tula na Isusulat Ko para sa ‘Yo
Juan Miguel Severo

Pangako ‘yan, at totoo.
Hindi ko alam kung magiging ga’no kahaba
kung kasya ba sa isang pyesa, ilang pahina,
ilang minuto ang itatagal at ihahaba nito
kaya posibleng hindi ko agad makabisado.

Pero pangako ‘yan…
Ito na,
ang huling tula
na isusulat ko
para sa ‘yo.

Itaga mo ‘to sa bato
abutin man ako ng umaga dito
hindi ko ipipikit ang mga matang ito.
uubusin ko ang lahat ng salita
na posibleng tugma
ng pangalan mo
o ng anumang tawag ko sa’yo,
(mahal, sinta, irog, pangga, babe, beh,
bae, asawa ko, mine?
wifey, bae,
kulet, kapal, k*pal, walangya,
p*ki, p*king *na ka) ano pa ba?
Wala akong pakialam
kung abutin ako ng ilang talata dito,
pero hindi ko na pwedeng patirahin lang,
dito sa loob ko,
ang mga salitang ito.

Kaya pangako…
Ito na,
ang huling tula
na isusulat ko
para sa ‘yo.

Magsisimula ako sa umpisa,
sa kung paanong nginitian mo ako at tinanong kung saan ako nakatira
hinidi mo nga pinansin,
ang mga agiw sa dingding.
Hindi ka nga natinag sa ipis na biglang dumating
sa iyong pagbisita.
Pero hindi mo rin man lang din tinignan
ang mga libro
na nasa tabi ng kama ko,
natutulog din.
At tangi ko noong kapiling.

Magsisimula ako sa umpisa,
sa kung paanong niyakap mo ako
noong sabihin ko sa’yong,
“Mahal Kita…”
Sa kung paanong hinalikan mo ako sa noo
sabay sabi ng:
“Mahalaga ka…”
At ako naman ‘tong si tanga,
tuwang-tuwa,
dahil hindi pa nalilinawan
na ayaw ko
na maging mahalaga,
ayaw ko
na maging mahalaga…

Hindi ako antigong salamin
na matagal mo nang pag-aari,
na tinitignan mo lang
para ipaalala sa sarili mo na
maganda ka.

Ayaw ko
na maging mahalaga.

Hindi ako telepono mong
dududukutin lang sa bulsa,
kapag kailangan mo ng solusyon
sa kawalan mo ng koneksyon,
sa mundo mong masyado nang malawak
para bigyang atensyon ka pa.

Ayaw ko
na maging mahalaga.

Hindi ako kwintas na isusuot mo lang
sa piling-piling mga okasyon,
kapag mayroong mga sitwasyon
na pakiramdam mo ay kulang ka pa.
Hindi ako para ibalik
sa loob ng isang kahon
kapag matutulog ka na sa gabi
sa takot na masakal ka sa yakap ko
kapag mahimbing ka na.
O ibalik sa loob ng kahon
at itabi sa sulok ng isang aparador
sa takot na manakaw ako ng iba.

Ayaw ko
na maging mahalaga..

Ang gusto ko…
ay mahalin.

Ang kailangan ko…
ay mahalin.

Kailangan ko na mahalin mo ako
gaya ng kape mo sa umaga,
tanggap ang tamis at pait,
kailangan para sa init
pero hindi isinasantabi
dahil lang nanlamig na.

Kailangan ko na mahalin mo ako
gaya ng sarili mong opisina.
Kabisado kung para saan ang ano
kabisado kung nasaan nakatago ang alin.
Kabisado ang mga itinatago kong patalim,
silbi, dumi, lihim..

patalim…
silbi…
dumi…
lihim!

Kailangan ko na mahalin mo ako
gaya ng unan mo sa gabi.
Niyayakap sa ginaw,
sinasandalan kahit na mainit,
binubulungan ng mga pinakatatago mong panaginip.

Ayaw ko
na maging mahalaga…

Ang kailangan ko
ay mahalin…

At nagsulat ako noon
hanggang sa mahalin mo..

Kaya patawad
pero magsusulat ako
hanggang sa maubos ko
ang lahat ng salita,
na posibleng tugma
ng pangalan mo.

Patawad.
Pero magsusulat ako,
para patawarin mo.

Dahil minsan
may nakapagsabi sa akin
na ang hindi raw marunong magpatawad,
ay hindi makapagsusulat.

Kaya mahal
sa pagkakataong ito,
sa huling pagkakataon
na magsusulat ako ng tula
para sa ‘yo,
gumawa tayo ng kasunduan…

Patatawarin kita,
pero patatawarin mo rin ako.

Patawarin mo ako
sa hindi ko pagtahan,
at patatawarin kita,
sa hindi mo pagluha.

Patawarin mo ako
sa hindi ko pananahimik,
at patatawarin kita,
sa hindi mo pagsasalita.

Patawarin mo ako
sa hindi ko pag-alis,
at patatawarin kita,
sa hindi mo pananatili.

Patawarin mo ako
sa hindi ko sa ‘yo paglimot,
at patatawarin kita,
sa hindi mo sa akin pagpili, mahal.

Gumawa tayo ng kasunduan:
Patatawarin kita,
pero patatawarin mo rin ako.

Patawarin mo ako
sa hindi ko pagbitiw
at patatawarin kita,
sa hindi mo pagkapit.

Patawarin mo ako
sa hindi ko paglayo
at patatawarin kita,
sa hindi mo paglapit.

Patawarin mo ako
sa hindi ko pagsuko,
at patatawarin kita,
sa hindi mo pagsugal.

At patawarin mo ako
sa hindi ko pagkamuhi sa ‘yo,
at patatawarin kita,
sa hindi mo sa akin pagmamahal, mahal.

Gumawa tayo ng kasunduan:
Patatawarin kita,
pero patatawarin mo rin ako.

Para sa wakas
ay matapos ko na itong tula,
na masyado nang matagal nang nakatira dito.

At patawad…
kung magiging masyadong mahaba,
at maraming masyadong boladas.

Pero pangako:
huli na ‘to…
huli na ‘to…
huli na ‘to…

Magsisimula ako uli sa umpisa,
sa kung paanong nginitian mo ako
at tinanong kung saan ako nakatira…

Magsisimula ako uli sa umpisa,
sa kung paanong nginitian mo ako…

Magsisimula ako uli sa umpisa…

Magsisimula ako uli…

Magsisimula ako…

Ito na
ang huling tula
na isusulat ko
para sa ‘yo…

Mali!!!

Ito na
ang huling tula
na isinulat ko
tungkol sa ‘yo…

Tang ina mo!
Tapos na ako…

sad-goat3

Weekend + @MUNI_PH Meetup this Wednesday!!!

My weekends are better spent on coffee, meetings over coffee, and... you guessed right -- more coffee!

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If you’ve been playing SimCity BuildIt, you’ll get me on this. Who has Dr. Vu’s Lab already?IMG_6936

Luna Specialty Coffee is a lil hole smack right in NAC Tower along 32nd street in The Fort. I know you guys call it BGC nowadays but I’m really not feeling calling it that. So I’ll stick to Fort. There aren’t that much options in the menu, but it works. I love that the cold brew comes in a bottle (that might as well look like cough syrup. Cue: Young The Giant.) The Corned Beef Tapa was just alright too! I’d love it to be hash-y than tapa-y, but hey I just woke up at 2pm and I need nourishment. IMG_6934IMG_6935IMG_6937 IMG_6939I’ve been doing some freelance work with MUNI and we have a lot of great events coming up for ‘ya! I’ve pitched a few of my favorite things – and one is below – and another one is above! Sooooo excited to work with them and bring you meaningful events to connect with like-minded people. /plug —

QUICK PLUG! This Wednesday, we’re having three nomads tell their stories of travel and truth – Hannah Reyes of www.hannah.ph and Nat Geo Creatives, April Cuenca of  FlipTrip.ph, and Guido Sarreal of Kawil Tours. Hope you can drop by and hang with us as we talk about our favorite hobby, that is in this blog, T R A V E L I N G! Register here – I think there are still Eager Beaver tickets available (PhP 150), PhP 200 for walk-ins.

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We have time to spare after our catch up, so the MUNI team headed towards the Satchmi Vinyl Day festivities at the BGC amphiteather – and boy was it fun! Got to hear Jensen and Tandem before heading on to our agenda for the night.

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Our venue partner for the Travel and Truth meetup on Wednesday is Z Hostel at Don Pedro street in Makati! If you’ve been following my blog since I started traveling, you’d know I have a soft spot for hostels – and for cozy, good vibes-inducing ones at that. Right from the doorstep, Z will put an end to your hostility towards the common hostel, because it gives you good vibes. The roofdeck will be our rendezvous, and I am so ready to hear our nomad guests to tell their stories. Will I see you there?  IMG_6950IMG_6951Pun or not pun intended idk idk idkIMG_6956IMG_6957

Unwinding after a long day at Today x Future is always a good idea. It’s one of those places that I can call home and just go to and not feel alone. A lot has changed since I met Future but it still is that place where I go to randomly meet friends without ever texting or calling or vibering or tweeting anyone. Sucha good feels kinda place <3
IMG_6959It pains me to go home when I’ve gots lotsa things still to do but it’s all in a day’s work.

 

Weekends (and hangovers) aka life according to the phone, pt. 3

Izz a bit late but what the hell - this is covering end of Feb to March

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Last month, my best friend Hanna and I celebrated our birthdays! Cheers to 26 and 24 — with a big ass beer and more spirits…Hanna3Hanna4Hanna5Hanna6Like this tall shots of Patron XO!

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What’s a decent hangover without pancit canton? Tell me?! And of course, I just had to have time with the fambam as well – though it’s really getting hard to have all of us in one table these days, this’ll do for now. I hope I can rile them up for a summer getaway or something. IMG_6304IMG_6315Mendokoro Ramenba 1Mendokoro Ramenba 2

But even without hangover, I’ll choose noodles anytime any day anywhere. I finally went to Mendokoro Ramenba in Salcedo Village. I’ve been tweeting and telling you guys that I’ve heard so much good about this place – and yes those are all true! No frills ramen with a small menu of less than 10 items and just one of the most glorious broth I have souped up. Gad, even in the middle of this hotness aka the devil’s asshole, I would go up there to soup up. 
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And for those busy days (yes, even the weekends are busy ok), I go to local coffee shops like Local Edition to work on stuff. March has been incredibly busy with both meeting potential collaborators and meeting friends. Local Ed’s cold brew is just right to wire me up and put me in the mood to work plus Perea is a quiet haven – aka without the mall crowd – to hole up and focus on things.

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I just looooove how last month turned out and it’s just the first quarter.Sundays at Local Edition

2015, c’mon show me what you’ve got!

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A little project with friends x impromptu drive to Intramuros x Muni Market Day on March 28!

A few weeks ago, I tagged along a couple of friends from Team Muni for a mini-project. Still getting permission if I can post the video here but It’s a short film to describe Manila as a creative hub. Between drinking coffee and taking safety shots, I also caught up with them and learned about their plans as well about Muni Market Day (after the jump!) Then a long-ish drive to Intramuros ensued. It’s been a while since I’ve been to this part of Manila. I actually forgot how to go to the walled city – though back in college I was always in this part of the capital *don’t ask hihi*. We also dropped by Manila Collectible – an all Filipino products curator in the corner of Cabildo and Beaterio streets, where we saw a both familiar and new local brands. #BuyLocal you guys 🙂

Gotta love spontaneous weekends!

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Horizons and Perspectives

Going back home to Manila is a bit of a difficult thing to do when I’ve just spent the last six days with these horizons and perspectives in Batanes. But life awaits in the city and I can only dreamy of another vacation to the enchanting islands of Batanes.

I heard the fiesta is on June… Hmmm I hope I can find another cheap ticket back to Basco!

Stop. And just stop. 

March 15, 2015 12:30PM

BATANES, PHILIPPINES — I’m now here at Phil’s Brew, Batanes’ first neighborhood cafe, and I’m finding it hard to finish any writing.

The birds are chirping, kids frolicking, the smell of home-brewed coffee, Ang Bandang Shirley appending the serenity; all beautifully distracting me from everything I’ve set myself to do today.

I came here to decompress anyway. The past few days in this island, albeit still not unplugged, has been nothing short of amazing. Even after seeing everything that has to be seen, this island — this little speck of land on the northernmost border of the Philippines still hasn’t ceased to astound every inch of my being.

Today, I tell myself, I am lucky to be here.

Being utterly present in the moment is something hard for me to do, but today, it seems that my hands are not willing to do anything. I am forced to bask in the quietness of my tiny space, this corner I holed up, along with the cacophony of the buzzing community on Sunday’s best. The wind is in my face, a typhoon is coming, and I’m halfway my cuppa. I could use this kind of peace in the city.

It’s more than the gifts of nature, or the cool breeze, or the honesty culture the island is known for. The invading peace that slowly creeps up to your system, forcing me to halt, that’s what is. Ah, when was the last time I stopped? To stay still, to appreciate, to feel the energy flow… and just flow in and out of my body like a steady stream of spring water. I in the middle of it all, just in a complete stop.

This place made me stop. Not to think, not to ruminate, not to analyze, but only to stop. I thought I came here to escape; I thought that’s what I need. But all I have done so far is to stop.

And it feels good.

My cup of exquisitely prepared local brew has just reached it’s bottom and I think a refill is in order. I’m gonna stay here for a while.

Letter to my 15-year-old self

Yo,

More than ten years have passed already since I were you and surely you and I have learned a lot along the way. People say regrets are for sissies but I say looking back to those will make you a better decision-maker, if not at all a better person.

You hate a lot of people, I know. Especially in high school. That one’s real tough, but you will get over that. All you are focusing, most likely, is getting to a good university and start working. You’re not even thinking of all the friends you’ll make along the way – well because your social life didn’t particularly happen so far. But I tell you – there are as many good, like really good, people you’ll meet, if not the best, as there are crappy people you know so far. You’ll still face discrimination though because of your radical views in life – but there will be people who will be ready to accept you for who you really are. And there will be people who will just tolerate you – don’t think much about them as their tolerance do not matter at all. AT. ALL.

On that good university, you will not enter your dream uni as well. You’ll be brokenhearted by this but I guess it will all boil down to being in charge of your own education. Institution is nice, but what you do and who you are will not depend on where or what you studied. If at all, it will keep you grounded on a lot of things. Half of what you do ten years from where you are now will not be even about what you studied. You’re a true learner and you like learning a lot, you’ll get by. We are an impatient lot, but being in college will test your patience as well. Learn as much as you can, because believe me – being in the cradles of the academe is one of the joys of your life. I know because I’ve been wanting to go back.

You will burn a lot of bridges, too. You will let your emotions take over you and God knows sometimes you enjoy it. You have to learn how to keep your emotions at bay and take things at face value. It’s not worth the effort to care about things that do not really matter. Let this be a lesson to you to nurture more meaningful relationships. They may be few – people who you care deeply about – but it’s good investment. One day, you’ll see that these people you stuck with are worth it. They’ll be there through thick and thin, rain or shine, sad or happy. You’ll cherish them like your own flesh and blood and they do, too – even though they do not show you.

Don’t get me wrong – sometimes there are bridges so broken you just need to burn them. Do not let other people weigh you down and sometimes you just need to turn away from them. Time will not matter, you just have to think about yourself sometimes. You tend to think of other people more than you think of yourself – and that’s bad. You need to love yourself well before other people – and this will how you will love others, too.

Ten years into this life will still see you without a relationship. Oh believe me, you’ll have your heart broken M A N Y times and the number of times you will cry will be an understatement to what you feel right now. People will make you believe that they care for you and you will still wear your heart on your sleeve. You will love but that doesn’t mean they will, too. It will hurt as fuck, but remember that your happiness shouldn’t rely on them. You will learn how to look past the hurts and move on. It will not be easy – you will self-destruct in a number of ways – but once you’ve risen from the ashes of hurt, you’ll finally appreciate yourself for who you truly are.

You’ll get to know yourself through travel, too. You’ll love travel, I tell you. You’ll find solace in being in another part of the world you haven’t been. Your joy will be incomparable as you go to places you otherwise will have no idea existed. You’ll go traveling, often alone, but never lonely. As you go back home with eyes wider, heart bigger – you only yearn to be back on the road because life back here is not easy. Life is harsh, but you’ll never appreciate it any other way, won’t you?

Tomorrow we’ll be past quarter already. I’m in this beautiful island, appreciating the beauty of the planet, and maybe having a drink or two with a few people I just met. Another year, another extension in life. We’re not sick or anything – I just like to treat each day, month, year we’re alive a celebration. Because being alive requires so. Not everyone is given the chance to be alive again – or the chance to feel alive.

I guess, what I’m trying to tell you – is that you’ll be happy… no matter how long it takes… you will… if you choose to.

Sincerely,
A bit matured version of yourself but not quite

Live to Feel!

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Few weeks back, I went to Eastwood to witness thousand of photos be posted around Eastwood City! I had mine, too (but failed to take a photo – there were literally so many of ’em). It’s #LiveToFeel – a movement to call everyone to live for your purpose. There were a lot of activities that day – ranging from silkscreen shirt-making by Team Manila to DJ sets and live surfing lessons from the Roxy girls! It was a fun time hanging out with everyone while you know, living to feel (I just had to :P)

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#Lokal Tweetup at Commune

Before February ended, a newfound friend (NFF) and I decided to gather some more friends to talk about local stuff. My NFF Uli is from San Francisco and is experiencing Manila for the first time. So what better to do but gather some friends and welcome him to the crazy city of Manila!

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IMG_6300From L-R: Zel (HVMO), Jason (UP Diliman), Wanna (Muni), Tina (Globe), Saul (BPI), Jed (Scout Magazine), Paolo (Team Manila), Uli (San Fo), Cai (Freelance and overall awesome person), Stephen (Nipa Foods), Danella (HomegrownFull Suite), Ros (CommuneTweetup MNL), Michelle (Nipa Foods), and Kevin (Signet, Bespoke Man). (We’re missing Nica here, though she helped me organize this.)

Thanks for coming, everyone! See you all online 🙂

 

#Bangcock Day 4: Quick coffee at Ceresia… and going back home

I will never let myself not try Bangkok’s local coffee shops so on our last day — I went out a couple of stations away from Baiyoke for an early breakfast and set off to find at least one specialty coffee shop.

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A couple of blocks away from BTS Phrom Phong is a quiet neighborhood where Ceresia Coffee Roasters is nestled in, along 33/1 Sukhumvit Road. You would need to go to the alley to see it. If you go here before 10am, it will most probably be the only cafe open in the area.

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It’s almost Christmas when we went to Bangkok, so there were Christmas packages on display as well. Nevertheless, I liked the minimalist aesthetic the store has. It might feel a bit stiff, but the owners, who also prepares your coffee, are so friendly. I’m so bad with names but the store is owned by a Peruvian lady and a Thai guy. I enjoyed talking to them about how they’re sourcing their coffee — pretty awesome stuff! I also found a magazine (not in the photos) featuring Chiang Mai Design Week and how the emerging Thai city has a very laid back yet still very urban culture – and I am excited to go one day! Plus there are interesting cafes to try as well… Bangkok, I love you, but I hafta see Chiang Mai!

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Took the train and had to drop postcards at the post office… I think it was in Ratchathewi. Then I saw a hawker place – where I ate Pad Thai of course! One last hurrah. I’d miss this city of sumptuous street food and beautiful finds.

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Ceresia Coffee Roasters
41 Praphai Phak Alley, Khlong Tan Nuea
Watthana, Bangkok (Near BTS Phrom Phong)
+66 86 843 8235
Open 8am – 6pm

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