Tonight

Tonight, I accept the moon’s embrace
The cold winds that burrow through my thin skin
Tonight, I let the dark sky lead me to nothing, lead me to empty
Because the stars refuse to shine their light for me tonight
Refuse to be the guiding grace
Refuse to show the path
Because nothing ever really last

So, I wander, ice cold, barefoot, in darkness I ponder
If nights continue to be longer, grow stronger
Young woman, I beg of you to learn to walk through dark
Without sight, without light, without flickers of even candle lights
I beg of you to let the cold winds find a home in you
Feel, adapt, till the cold no longer bothers you

Trust in your every step, it’s soft, it’s cold, it’s wet, it hurts you murmur
Young woman, hold on, don’t stop, keep walking
Until you get to welcome the sun’s embrace again

To The Millennial Who Thinks That They’re Burned Out

Maybe right now you’re questioning your capacity of striving for those dreams because you’re simply exhausted from running that race and would really need a break from the fast life, or maybe you just lost your first corporate job and questioning your competence, maybe even thinking of resigning from that toxic company because you just really can’t take it anymore.

When you feel like dragging your body in the morning and dreading the fact that you have to go to work again, when no amount of coffee can wake your soul in midday because your body is craving for the sleep work hinders you to consume, when the stress is too much to handle and you smoke a 2 packs a day now, that’s okay, we all have those moments, adulthood never came with a manual, we just merely dove into it without knowing how to swim in that ocean but I implore you to please not be consumed.

Please take a pause and re-evaluate yourself, are you still healthy? Are you eating right? Are you still happy? Can you still take it? You work your ass off and you need to reboot and recharge yourself, you get drained every work day and get burned right in the middle of the week and sometimes even need to work on the weekends. It’s not a sin to a few days off, it’s a rite because you are only human.

We have vacation leaves, please use them, you fucking deserve them! Take that trip, you’re worth it! Go be a couch potato for the day and binge watch Riverdale, The Originals and lose your chill over Wonder Woman, eat all that popcorn! Maybe Netflix and chill with your babe, if you have a babe. Go on that photo walk and feed your frustrated photographer self or go to church and talk to Him and lift all your burdens, I swear it will feel so good afterwards.

My fellow millennial, please remember to breathe and live the moment. I know that we’re not getting any younger but we are getting smarter and stronger with every single obstacle that we surpass.

Musings Of A ‘Hubadera’

What is a ‘hubadera’?

In the language today a hubadera is a girl that wears ‘revealing’ clothes, she’s technically not afraid to show some skin at all or at most times with no bad intentions.

I am part of the hubaderas, and I get a lot of “lalabas kang ganyan suot mo? (You’re going out wearing that?)”, “Ang revealing ng suot mo! (Your outfit is too revealing!)”, “May respeto ka ba sa sarili mo? (Do you have any respect for yourself?)”, “Your shorts are too short”, “Your top is too low, taas mo nga yan (pull it up)”, “Pinakita mo na sa buong mundo katawan mo! Pinakita mo na lahat (You’ve shown the world your body, you’ve already shown everything)” other than these, I also get judging-lingering stares and the pervert-ish stares, I get cat called on a daily basis (even when I’m wearing something conservative)  and so much more and I’m sick and tired of it.

First of all, my clothes and style represents me, represents my character and attitudes. Allow me to explain that I also wear clothes based on my mood, what I’m feeling or if I need a confidence boost when I’m nervous. I’m bold, outgoing and confident, I am comfortable in my skin and I do respect myself.

Allow me to elaborate, that the low cuts, open backs, strappy tops, shortest shorts, lace trimmed dangers, cut outs, crop tops and ripped jeans does not define my ability to respect myself nor should it be a basis on whether or not you respect me. I have been seeing this quote that disgusts me, it goes “If you expect me to respect you, then give me something to respect.” this quote is most accompanied by a woman wearing ‘skimpy’ clothes. I reiterate that I respect myself and I expect you to respect me regardless of what I wear, because that does not define the entirety of me, I am a human a being, I am a person, that alone deserves respect, I was born in this world with human rights… Just. Like. YOU. Men’s ability to restrain themselves from gawking at and verbally disrespecting woman is in their scope, the phrase “that’s because he’s a boy” is NOT an excuse for you to be off the hook for what you’re doing.

It does not also mean that I wear my hubadera outfits to get your attention, nope, I wear them for myself so suck it up, I ain’t trying to impress you. I am not an attention whore, nor am I am whore. I’m not trying to attract you nor am I sending you signs that I like you or that I want you, nope and also I’m not teasing you. So the moment your pervert-ish stare turns into you attempting to touch me, I’ll break your arm and make sure you won’t see the light of day.

Me also wearing what I wear, does not mean I’m easy to get. Don’t ever mistake my showing of skin as me inviting you in.  You will work hard for me, because I’m very hard to get, trust me on that. Keep in mind that the one who deserves to see my naked body is the one who has seen my naked soul.

I also know how to compromise my style with rules, since I started working I needed to be mindful of the length of my skirt, the lowness of the cut of my top, no crop tops, no ripped jeans and no unnecessary cut outs during the weekdays but I make sure that what I wear still represents me because of all the things I would never want to lose again, it’s my identity.

You will also never see me consciously showing some skin when I’m in church, why did I saw consciously? Because there are moments when I was wearing shorts or a spaghetti strap with no cover up or a low cut top and surprise! We’re dropping by a church! I would never deliberately disrespect the church with what I’m wearing while hearing mass. You have no idea how ashamed and embarrassed I am when I am caught off guard like that, unlike the many church goers who consciously wear those things even when there is a big tarpaulin of what and what’s not of proper clothing in church. Just to be clear, I am not a hypocrite, I live by my rules that when in church I came for God and I will show up in my best.

Again, I implore you to not judge, make presumptions and disrespect me base on my choice of clothing because I don’t mind you wearing whatever you want to wear wherever you want to wear it, but I highly recommend that you dress accordingly in church.

My body is not all that I can offer, I have a mind and a soul and an entire being to accompany it. People will never know my train of thoughts, what it’s like to wake up next to me, what it’s like to be the one receiving my ‘I love you’ or see me at midnight holding my pen and paper and wondering what I’m writing down, taste my cooking, know my strengths and weaknesses, hear my poems, argue with me, watch me appreciate art and hear my explanation of the piece, go on dates with me and take pictures and just be crazy. I have more than the universe to offer that is beyond my physique.

 

 

 

*This is my brainchild, I appreciate that you credit me when you take a quote or repost this

Clean

Time is running out and the moment I’ve promised  myself is fast approaching. The end is near for you and me, the time has come to finally put a period on this chapter. The chapter that contains you because we have nowhere to go, we are consistent of endless pavements that leads to nowhere, a journey that has no destination, an equation that has no solution, a point that has no reason, has no meaning only questions with no answers because there’s no one to answer them.

The moment that I promised myself that I would let you go is the moment that everybody would celebrate, where everyone is provided a clean slate. The moment that I would finally follow the cliché “New year, new me” and I have every intention for it to be a new me, because I will leave the excess baggage that is you.

The one who has been holding me back to love somebody new because of the promise of coming home, of coming home to me. Baby, you did exactly what you said that you wouldn’t, you did the opposite of it and so much more. I’ve waited so long, I’ve waited too long and just reached the point of acceptance, accepting that there would never be any me and you, there would never be an us.

So now I only have six more days to finally say  goodbye to you, say the goodbye you’re never gonna hear like your silent goodbye that has been violently ringing in my ear. It’s time to finally stop re-reading old conversations and text messages, it’s time to finally tuck away the letter that you gave 5 years ago, to delete the pictures of you that I saved, to stop praying that I hear from you or to finally see  you, to stop asking God for signs on whether I should or shouldn’t keep you, on whether you’re okay or not, it’s time to finally stop myself from staying up all night worrying about you, time to finally stop myself from thinking, longing and wanting you . You’re a memory that I crave but I forbid myself to keep you as I move forward to the new year, it’s time to finally let you go and mean it. You’re the best part of my life so far and I wish to have spent every ups and downs that I went through with you. You set the standard for the guy that I want and I know no one can match you because you’re the only one in this world, but I hope and pray that someone would come above you, someone that I could completely call mine, the one who’ll watch me walk down the aisle.

So I accept the rain that will fall and I’m ready to put down my wall so all of you and the memory of you can flow away the tides so I can be clean and be ready for the next scene.

Hindi Kasi Pwede

Pinilit kasi natin ang hindi pwede,  ayan tuloy nasaktan tayo,  ayan tuloy nagsisi tayo.

Minsan iniisip ko bakit nga ba natin pinaglaban? Ahh, naalala ko na,  kasi nagsumpaan tayo sa isa’t isa na tatapusin nating dalawa ang laban,  ayan natapos nga natin pati naman tayo natapos din.

Pero okay lang kasi nalaman ko na naman na hindi pala tayo para sa isa’t isa, na ang sumpaan natin ay puwang na mga salita lamang. Ang mga pangarap natin ay puwang na mga kathang isip lamang,  ang mga lugar na pinuntahan at balak natin puntahan ay puwang na mga lugar lamang. Ang mga kanta, tula at mga regalo ay puwang na mga kanta, tula at bagay lamang. Lahat sila ay dapat hindi ko bigyan ng kabuluhan or halaga kasi nga ganun lang sila, nagkataon lang na may ‘tayo’ pa nun kaya ayan, ako si tanga na hindi matanggal ang mga halaga nila.

Siguro iniisip mo, saan ako patungo? Kasi ang gulo gulo ko, dami kong sinasabi. Sasabihin wala na tayo tapos ieexplain ko bakit pero magpapahiwatig akong gusto pa kita, na gusto ko ulit may “tayo”.

Pero sorry na, patawarin mo na ako. Di ko naman sinasadyang may hangover pa ako. Huwag ka magalala, mawawawala na rin lahat ng mga ito….

 

 

Kasabay ko….

Hindi Na Ako Muling Aasa Pa Sa’yo

Hindi na ako muling aasa pa sa’yo,

Hindi na ko ulit mabubulag sa mga kumikinang mong salita, kahit anong kolorete pa ang gamitin mo sa pagpinta ng inukit mong kasinungalingang kay ganda.

Hindi na muling magpapalunod sa luhang dulot mo, ako’y lalangoy patungo sa kapatagan ng katotohanan.

Hindi na muling magsusuot ng maskara para malinlang ang mga tao at ang sarili ko, dahil sa paniniwalang mahal mo din ako.

Hindi na muling iisipin ang mga mapaglaro mong haplos na kayang-kaya akong pasukin.

Hindi na muling matitikman ang tamis ng iyong halik na napapagkamalan kong isang panaginip o minsa’y isang kathang-isip.

Hindi na muling…. Tama na! Ayaw ko na! Ayaw ko na sa’yo!

Akala ko ba tapos na ako sa’yo? Bakit ikaw pa din? Bakit tumatako ka pa din sa isip ko?! Saan ba ako nagkulang sayo? Binigay ko naman lahat… Hindi ko na kaya…

Ayaw ko na sa’yo.

 

 

 

 

Edited by Alex Federigan

To The Bastard Who Broke My Friend’s Heart

Hey you, yeah YOU!

How could you? After we gave you our trust and supported you guys and became your number one fans? Yes, me and our other friends but let me tell you something; YOU ARE A F*CKING DICK, a gigantic asshole and YOU DO NOT DESERVE HER.

She is so beautiful; her spirit soaring high up in the clouds, her smile can light up a dark building; she is determined, brilliant and witty. I have no idea how she can put up with someone like YOU.

Never have I ever seen her lost her wings like that, she crashed so hard and face first to the ground, never seen her so parched that not even the ocean could quench her thirst, never seen her so breathless that not even the forest could provide her enough oxygen, never seen her shed massive tears that not even an Olympic pool could contain, never seen her lose herself and that’s all because of YOU.

YOU, the bastard that broke her heart.

The one she chose to love despite you being so egoistic, conceited and self centered, the one she chose to be with through the darkest days of his life that she gave him her mind and soul and when he wasn’t sober only gave her words that pierced holes on her heart that hurt more than bullet wounds and more visible than the moon’s craters created by crashing meteors, the one she reserved herself for because she’s not easy to get and still you got her, but when will you cherish her? The one who’s hand she chose to hold her fragile heart and trusted to keep it safe and sound.

I will never forget what you did to my precious friend, we will always be here for her; to give her pieces of advice, to care for her and listen to her in her good and bad days, to protect her from all harm and to support her in every decision that she makes and she decided to still be with you, we don’t like it, well don’t like it, but that’s her decision and we respect it and we respect her because we love her and I’ve been there before so I understand where she is coming from but don’t mistake this as a pass to talking to me again.

One more thing, for a woman, despite giving us millions of reason to leave you, we always seem to chose that one reason to stay. So, keep yourself in check because you are on my bad side, once you go waaaay below the belt even if I get a red light, I will tear your manhood down to b i l l I o n s of p i e c e s.

The First And Last Time

I thought of the day that I will finally see and touch your face

The day to be around your arms to taste your warm embrace

The day that I will finally hear the words “I love you” come from your mouth

The day that I will finally get to look into your eyes to unlock your soul

But no

That is not the day how we first met

I met you when you were at a wedding reception near my school

It was your cousin that I saw first that made me come over to say hi

Then you suddenly emerged looking so hot on your tux that made me marble at you for a little bit

Until I saw her

She was wearing this magnificent gown that made her look like a queen

And that suited her because she was in the arms of a king

The arms of MY king

Then everything was so fast that I didn’t have time to dodge the bullet

And suddenly I was standing in front of you, looking at your face, your arms not around me, your mouth not verbalizing “I love you” but just the bullshit “Hey”

And when I looked into your eyes, in that moment I knew that I have lost you

Then the queen turned into a bitch that mouthed “Who’s this?”

Because that connection was so vivid and contained the words that we would never say but both understood

Then the duck turned into a bigger bitch that said “Hi! I’m now his ex-girlfriend and are you the next victim?” smiled then turned and walked away

The pain came rushing and stabbing through my heart and the tears were dangerously threatening to fall

And the question “how was I so stupid to trust and wait for him” was ringing through my ears

That after the first time that he broke me I was stupid enough to let him back in

But no more

Because I am not your option, I am not your side chick and I am not your fucking bitch

Nor am I gonna be your ex-girlfriend who hits you up drunk at 3 AM just to tell you what I should’ve said

I will never be the ex-girlfriend that cries all night long praying for you to get back to your senses and pick me instead of her

I will never be the ex-girlfriend that regrets letting you go

I will never send you a sexy picture to show you what you gave up because that is reserved for the one who truly matters, so thank you for showing me that it wasn’t you

I will never fall in love with you again because this is over, we are over

And  I’m not gonna pretend that it didn’t hurt because it did

But you know what, the first time was the worst and here I am standing like a masterpiece

Yes set your eyes on me because this is the last time that we will ever meet

And  let me say this for the first and last time

FUCK YOU for screwing me over….

And goodluck to the both of you

 

 

 

 

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

Lover, Where Are You Now?

Are you with the stars that shine bright above my head?

Are you with the angels in the clouds high up above the ground?

Are you with the saints waiting for God’s embrace?

Are you with the sun that rises so beautifully at dawn?

Are you with the moon that leaves the night too soon?

Are you with the sea that crashes waves upon the shore?

Are you with the wind that whispers upon my ear?

Are you with the crowd that’s making so much sound?

Are you in a club dancing with a chick?

Are you in a bed in someone’s arms?

Are you in the kitchen making your favorite cup of coffee?

Are you in your car off to the middle of nowhere?

 

Ohh wait… you’re in my head, just in my head because you don’t exist.

Para Sa Banal Na Aso At Santong Kabayo Dahil Simbang Gabi Na

Ito na, malapit na natin ipagdiwang and birthday ni Jesus and ofcourse, we count down to His day with simbang gabi! Ayan na, lalabas na ang mga jejemon, banal na aso at santong kabayo. Ano ba naman yung makita ko nanaman yung pekpek shorts na suot mo sa pinakamalapit na upuan sa altar diba? Ano ba naman yung makita ko yung backless na shirt mo, aba, hindi k aba nilalamig? Ay sabagay baka kasi malamig na talaga  ang pasko mo. Lol. Ano ba naman yung Makita ko yung tsinelas mo diba? Ano ba naman yung makita ko yung micro mini skirt mo with matching tube or tank top diba? Ano ba naman yung makita ko yung kili-kili mong puno ng buhok dahil kuya yung sando mo yung cut sa sleeves ubod ng baba diba? Ano ba naman yung makita ko lahat ng yan? Eh alam ko naman na tao lang ako na katulad mo, pero ano ba naman yung makita ka ng Diyos, mga pari at madre na ganyan suot mo sa bahay ng Panginoon diba? DIBA? MAHIYA KA NAMAN. Huwag ka mahiya sakin, mahiya ka sa Spirito Santo, mahiya ka sa Kanya.

“This is a free country, I can wear whatever the hell I want!” ayan ba ng sinasabi mo sakin ngayon? WHO CARES! ONE THING: HIYA, yan lang sasabihin ko sayo.

“Bakit bawal ba ang shorts sa simbahan? Wala naman ha?” Bulag ka ba o ngbubulgbulagan ka lang? Sa bawat simbahan na pupuntahan mo meron silang guidelines ng kung ano ang pwede at hindi mo pwede suotin sa simbahan. Next time, hanapin mo and take note, okay?

“This is what I like wearing, you shouldn’t care!” I care because I find you disrespecting our creator in His house, His territory, His temple.

“Shuwariwap kang bayot ka! Mamaru!” mas okay na magmamaru ako sayo kasi ang sinasamba is His words and His teachings, not your legs, not your cleavage or your back and not even your finely formed biceps with veins popping out as evidence of you lifting weights at the gym because for sure pinagpipiyestahan ka na ng ibang tao sa simbahan.

Ano? Kapal ng mukha ko mageleksyon sayo? “Practice what you preach”? Ganun?  I’m not a conservative person but every Sunday you will see me wearing a t-shirt, pants and flats praying, in short decent ang suot ko kasi nakakahiya na nakikita ako ni Lord na nagrereveal ng skin diba? Fashion statement mo ba and paglalabas ng legs? Who cares? Ano ba naman yung magsascrifice ka ng isang araw or 9 days para kay Jesus, who sacrificed so much for you?

How do you expect the nation to progress when you yourself can’t even follow simple rules? Yes, I’m discussing this because from small changes comes bigger changes, yeah? Jesus doesn’t deserve your disrespect, “Nagsisimba naman ako ah” yes you are but what are you wearing? “Ang importante nandito ako” oo nandito ka pero hawak mo telepono mo, naiintindihan mo ba yung homily ni Father?

Humugot nalang tayo para magkaintindihan tayo sa gusto ko sabihin “mas mahal niya kasi yung sarili niya kaysa sakin eh”.