Oye to the World! Taluli and Mama Chronicles

Dear Boy, It's easy to play on a fat girl with low self esteem You won't live to regret anything.

I have been coming back to Maharlika Paradise, A DENR Protected site being cared for by Ang Kasama Inc., of the Samahang Maharlika Movement at Sitio Sabangan, Wawa Montalban, everytime I want a space out of the hustle and bustle of that Manila wildlife we are addicted to. It is here where I plug in to the vibrations of the earth and it's bounty. I get to meditate a few hours and feel refreshed for the week ahead. It is a measly 25-35 minute walk from the Pamitian DENR office. It is a secret enclave known to some of the underground artists and famous writers that seek solace towards enlightenment. It is a half way house of the transitioning empowered soul, as I can call it.   Beyond the peace and quiet that Maharlika Paradise has to offer, what drew me to this movement is the passion for uncovering the realities of one of our societies' lies. This was also the same fight that some of our predecessors have been fighting with including the late president Ferdinand Marcos. Br...

When I look at  Lang leav 's works, I have a very fond memory of my high school days. I made a poetry book about a boy I fucking adored with all my heart which I personally designed the cover, self bound  as my first personal published book that I kept to myself for myself. I bring it to school everyday and read it in my corner while I would steal a glance and feel my heart melt. Until the day that My favorite HS Teacher in the whole wide world Dugayo Jr JB stole ( or I was too sloppy to leave?) my very important book and published one of my poems in the school paper. I am forever grateful for that very embarrassing moment that turned out to be the best gift ever. That is when I gained confidence in expressing myself as an artist

Aaargh! I really don't know what I want. All I know is I stay in the here and now and here and now has a good day and a bad day. I do not know if someone as of yet has the capacity to be there in the days of my life where it will not all be sunshine and will remain the same in the good or bad times.  I never really wished for a boy to marry because it just did not make sense to me. I think of too much logic in things sometimes its too deep and only a handful of my friends including my mom dig it up with me.  I write shallow songs because I don't want to feel judged and raped just because I have exposed my reality. My feelings are so deep vast and unknown that I tread with caution.  I just wanted a guy so committed to be there for me every damn day, consistently accept these dark bits and pieces of me. This guy must understand that this keeps Me grounded. I don't need a man who makes 10 million or billion pesos a year or whatever figure because I know my capacity...

Do you believe That  IT IS POSSIBLE TO LOVE AND TO NOT TRUST? in this thought process lies the struggle.

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So tell me something... my dear lover Are your hands big enough To hold a strong woman like me?