Oye to the World! Taluli and Mama Chronicles

So I was asked by my boss to come and report for work, first thing that came to my mind was, what time do I freaking leave my mom's house because MNL traffic situation has no chill at all, worst of it's kind? How can I travel as cheap as I can going to the place I need to go to that is as comfortable as I am in a chauffered service like Uber or Grab Car or even close? I first saw this point to point service in ayala while I was dining out with my best  football buddy Rica and thought of trying it out the next time I am headed south. I personally think that this will kill the muck out of the current shitty bus system. So when I was presented an opportunity to travel southbound for work, I didn't miss a chance of riding this Point to Point shuttle service. For just 100 pesos I am able to enjoy pro's such as: 1.) Cruising just like how comfortable you would be in a car. 2.) Free Wi-Fi. 3.) Friendlier Bus Drivers 4.) Peaceful and safer compared to riding in a ...

You are not a mother of a forever curious and smart toddler if your keyboard does not turn up as this: I know I have a mom blog but Oh my brother, Taluli in his terible two's. Just the other day, this forever curious toddler took a trip with me to a place where there is a Koi pond and he was just in awe seeing the live  fishes. He started to throw stones, I panic in stopping him and patiently telling him how he should not be throwing stones as it will be painful if I did the same to him. Back and forth dude. I eat (The place that had a koi pond happened to be a food place) 3 bites and all of a sudden this boy takes off his shoes, tells me he is going to swim I put down the spoon and run to grab this toddler and think of a way to sit him still. But despite of this craziness, you  look into his face and every single crazy fit turns to a sweet smile. How do you get mad at this cuteness? Photo Credits to Barbara Santos and Richard Fruto of Fairview Bikers

I miss you around me making me smile greeting me good morning I miss you making me feel I miss that I can just call you and you will be here and you would make me feel calm. I still wake up around the same time that we both do 2-3 am I don't know If you still do. you have been my sweet space you made me feel really tender and it was amazing I don't know if it was amazing for you I don't know if you felt what I felt. but i had to stop it had to stop. because you no longer wanted. And I don't know how to cope with rejection. I had to be. I have to let it go. it is hard. I am counting the kilometers I spend biking in the places far away I already ran miles but still the pain is just the same I don't know when I will find or will I be found. But what happens now is I have to clean up every little mess I made Make up for all lost time that was brought about by my impulsiveness Do my own personal responsibilities With a hurt heart I k...

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...