20 somethings

you finish school, probably, at this age

either you look for a job or rest awhile

when you find one, you jubilate

but your idealism...often fails you to enjoy your (often) low-paying job or challenge your fresh wits

of course, you dont have much choice

you are a fresh grad

you splurge instead

buy all the fancies you fail to have back in college

travel. eat and splurge

you wake up one day, wanting more

you want to be a better person this time

you want change. you need change

there! you suddenly are "in" the (harsh) reality...in the real world

you work. some overwork. some really work

then everything seem to be in your control

you become invincible

you become free, independent and attuned to the world

you feel you can do everything...even without any help

oh, you need some companion pala 

then you look for one. but nah! they are not as important

surprisingly...you keep one

youthfulness isnt over at all, sadly

you still are after something new

you splurge more

buy more 

travel more. eat more and splurge more and keep more companions

you change eventually

become more invincible, freer, independent and can do more without any help

you leave...the world

then realize...you cant do everything pala without any help

you look for a new job or rest awhile

when you find one, you jubilate

you start change again

a real change

ahhh 20s. 

it was a stupid stage, but a turning point

welcome 30s

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20s

hahay....

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wala!

Ang sarap mawala, magwala, maligaw sa mundong tulala - radioactive sago project

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Love

it ain't love if it is tainted with pride 

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Cebu B!

puthaw is for bakal/steel, yawi is for yabi/key, sud is for sulod/inside, bay is for balay/house

 

this is it! im finally in Cebu...hopefully and not hopefully, for good. i love the city, but i love Davao most. i love my work, workmates and boardmates. they're warm and talkative. so, i really fit in here hehe.

 

i hope though i wont get their hard accent. for one, i dont want to be laughed at like i do them. Cebu is great with its nightlife, but Davao still has the coldest and cheapest beer and Mati still is my deathbed.

 

for now, id enjoy Cebu and their language. daot!! hehehe

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January and Flake

I was slightly limping when I jogged again after 9 days—damn! It’s way too over my commitment of not running 3 straight days. Anyways, it rained for 9 days, but I was productive. I was moving…and spooning. My shoes just cracked and I’m using my father’s shoes. I just figured, I do have longer feet (and indeed, I’m the tallest in our family). My two big toes hurt and cramped inside my father’s shoes.

I continued. I ran on partial flat feet. I tried enduring the pain. Then, I was in a void. I did not realize my mind was blank again until Filter’s Take A Picture played. And I feel like a new born…

The song never failed to gear me up. So, I ran faster. This time, on 100% flat feet. No more pain. Yey!

Surprisingly, I was smiling to more people. This is my day, I told myself. As for Franco Reyes, on my own, cast away, trapped and caught in a dream…

I then locked on the idea: each jog should be longer than the last! I am going to run more than 45 minutes.

Passed five kms. My run was steady. No pain. Flat feet and smiling. Hopefully, a slimmer tummy. So, watch out, flake.

I ran uphill and began seeing the beautiful sunrise. I love to stop and enjoy the sunrise, but I should not. I should continue running. I took my phone out, instead, and took pictures of the beautiful day start. Ahhh what a day! I heaved more air. This is my day, indeed.

I pumped for more air to run but I should stop. I still need to pack my things for Cebu. Ye! I am going back to Cebu again. I also had many good memories in that city. I suppose to have another one when I return, but it is not time yet. Work first, I said. I stopped. Besides, I ran 52 minutes already.

I walked back and took more pictures of Pujada Bay, especially a sea village.

The best part of today’s run is a free ride back home. Yes! My rural city also has friendly people. They are kind and warm too. The driver of the multi-cab I rode is one of them. He deliberately slowed down every hump for me not to have a bumpy ride at the back of the cab.

Then, I reached home and found my parents funnily teasing each other during breakfast. That is another best part of today along with my pamangkins and sister.

January, oh, January. I always have the best memories on January. September, too. 

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assumptions are meant to be right, but they are not often

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