I cannot wait to sing for you my silly impromptu songs.

Songs about you.
Songs about us and
songs about
everything in between and
everything around.

Songs that will cap the night or make your day. Songs that will last for hours or days, months or years.
I promise to sing you songs to make you

smile and then
laugh and then
eager

eager to hear what the next song will be about.

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Isang Liham

Mahal kong F,

Nais kong sabihin sa iyo na lubos ang aking kaligayahan ngayong ikaw ay muli kong nakapiling. Tunay ngang kapag tayo’y magkasama, hindi maikakailang tayo ay ganap.

Ipinagmamalaki kita sa iba dahil sa kabila ng aking madalas na pag-alis, ikaw ay ikaw pa rin, buo at matatag. Sa totoo lang – at ito ay aking napagtanto – ay mas kailangan kita kaysa sa kailangan mo ako.

Ipagpatawad mo na ang aking pagdalaw sa iyo’y parati nang saglit lamang. Sa mga panahong ako’y wala, lubos ang ligaya dahil alam kong tangan mo pa rin sa iyong puso ang ilang bahagi kong hindi aalis at naroon lamang, magpapasabik hanggang sa aking muling pagbabalik.

Ngayon nga’y lilisan na akong muli na may kabigatan sa aking damdamin. Gayunpaman, nais kong malaman mo na sa bawat oras, minuto at segundo na kasama ka’y lalo kong napatunayang kahit saang dako ako maghanap ay walang ibang langit akong matatagpuan kung hindi sa piling mo lamang.

Ang bawat paalam ko ay may kakabit na ngiti dahil alam kong magkikita tayong muli.

Hanggang sa tayo’y muling pagtagpuin ng tadhana,

Abentenueve.

The Case for February

We all love February because it reminds us that just like us, even the days and the months are not perfect.

February willingly gives up its right to 30/31 days just so we can all call it a year. February gathers the bits and pieces – the quarters of a day – every year and after four years, solves the puzzle, makes it a leap year and rightly puts spring and autumn where they really belong.

February lets January go first and is really okay with being second. But February also gives you a second chance to have a great year if January didn’t go well. February eases you into the brand new year and asks you to take it slow – something January will never do.

You can pronounce February with or without the ‘r’ because February knows you will make mistakes and needs to be forgiven over and over. You can even just write ‘Feb’ because February knows you don’t have any other month starting with the same letters. August knows this too but August is too preoccupied with telling you that the -ber months are coming.

February yearly makes good on its promise that it will give us ample time (a full day) to evaluate why, who and how we love or if we really have to go through the process at all.

This is our month.

We are all Februaries.

Tama na yung biruan. Totohanin na iyan.

Itigil na kasi yung laro-laro at biruan. Nakakainis.
Dapat kasi sineseryoso. Tinototoo natin lahat. Para sa atin din naman ito e.

Ayusin yung dapat ayusin habang pwede pa para hindi tayo magsisihan sa huli.
Para walang uuwing talo at luhaan (kahit siyempre minsan hindi maiiwasan).

Okay lang kahit walang pasabi at walang warning signs.
Kasi dapat naman talaga handa ka sa kahit ano. Chaotic naman talaga kasi ito.

Dapat yung tipong kung may masasaktan, edi masaktan. Kasama naman talaga yun diba.
Hindi yung kukuyakoy ka kasi tingin mo okay lang ang lahat, yun pala huli na.

Oo, mahirap, nakakalito, masalimuot, nakakapagod, hindi kumportable, sobrang effort at umasa kang talagang sisirain ang konsepto ng mga nakasanayan na.

Pero worth it.

Ganun naman talaga kapag pag-ibig earthquake drill eh.

On rainbows.

Kung sino yung nagsasabi na mas tama yung pag-ibig niya, ito yung pinakamagandang chance para ipakita ito.

Announcement: Kung sino yung nagsasabi na mas tama yung pag-ibig niya, ito yung pinakamagandang chance para ipakita ito. :)

Siyempre hindi sa Facebook. Kasi kapag sa Facebook or Twitter lang, madali lang magsalita. Madali mag-post pero kapag harapan na, wala naman pala. Tsaka napakadaling mamisinterpret lahat ng sasabihin mo dito kasi kahit masidhi yung feels mo sa pinaniniwalaan mo, hindi kayang ma-appropriate fully ng readers. Akala natin nandito sa social mija ang laban. Pero mahirap makakumbinsi dito promise.

Kapag nasa labas na, makikita ang brand mo ng pag-ibig talaga. Kapag ba hindi ni-like ang status message mo or nakipagdebate at ayaw magpatalo, hindi na rin kayo bati in real life? Babaw nun toooohl.

Mga LGBT friends, dahil friends tayo, alam niyo naman ang stand ko on this. If I made you feel less human in any way because of what I believe, I am really sorry. I am sorry that at times I have been hurtful and have been a hypocrite about my beliefs. Sorry sa mga panahong feeling ko sobrang perfect ko na just because of what I believe in. I am really sorry. But I still believe in the Biblical definition of marriage and its views on homosexuality. I still believe that God loves you and has a wonderful plan for your life. If by posting this, I have crossed the line sa ating friendship, know that I am truly sorry for that.

I can quote, copy and paste all the verses here but to what end? Para mag-away tayo? So I can feel good about it? Nah. Sa labas tayo mag-usap. Huwag dito. Hindi tayo magkakaintindihan dito.

I can promise you one thing though: by the grace of God, I will continue to try to love you the way Christ loved me. And I am sure I will fail at times. But you will still have my ears when you need someone to talk to. I will still make it a point to be there when you need me to be. I wil try my best to be a good friend even if we will never see eye to eye on many things.

I will end this with something I got from Michael Ramsden:
(EDIT: apparently Ramsden only RT’ed this from the banksy Twitter account. The banksy account has never been made an official account by Twitter because nobody knows who banksy really is.)
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love and chisels

Maybe the goal is to have a pure heart but the catch is that we’ll never get there.

One big error of our time is that we think our ‘love’ is so pure we cannot just give it away like it was candy.

Indulge me for a while here. Let’s say, for illustration purposes, love was something quantifiable. Say each person has this one unit (1) of love which will never be taken away by anyone or anything. It’s something we were born with and will die with. This love is impure though. I don’t know how you’ll imagine an impure love but I see it as a dirty clump of mystical stuff shaped like a ball with some clouds and feathers swirling around it. We all start with this kind of love but then the love is made unique by the people we choose to love.

When we choose to love someone in any manner, our love and that person’s love units collide. It’s like iron sharpening iron. The first love we get to collide with is our parents’ different kinds of love. The love we receive from them then forges a unique but still impure and imperfect kind of love but we inevitably go out to the world armed with this love.

We then start to realize that our love will never be made pure by the love of our parents alone. That’s when the world comes in. We meet other people who are, to put it simply, not obliged to love us. Friends have a side to their loves that look alike. The more we have friends, the more we get chiseled.

Then we meet someone we’d like to trade our love for theirs.

We think we can give away our love so that we’ll also have theirs in return.

But it never happens. When someone hurts us, we think they showed us a counterfeit kind of love. But really, they just showed their real love which was probably not chiseled enough as ours. Maybe at one point you just got a glimpse of a good side of that love but as a whole, it was still quite impure and it just doesn’t work out.

That’s just sad.

Or maybe, maybe we were called to show our love to everyone. I think the goal is to not trade the unique love that we have for someone else’s but for them to chisel our kind of love and we in turn chisel theirs. Maybe that’s why it must hurt. Maybe the goal is to have a pure heart but the catch is that we’ll never get there. But it is a goal still worth pulling the anchors and let our love get chiseled and chiseled well. We will always find impurities with our love and these impurities can only be chiseled away by varying degrees of purity of loves. Some impurities will only be removed by a purer kind of love. So as our love gets more and more pure, we get to chisel away the impurities of other people’s love and they can chisel others’ loves as well. I think some people’s loves are so pure, their loves still chisel even when they’re gone.

I admit I haven’t really figured all this out. But I believe we all want a love truly and freely given. We all want a love so pure, so undeserved that it chisels so much yet so gently and radically changes the way you love.

Or maybe to make our love look like that, we’ll have to take our bruised but better hearts back into the world and let the chisels work their thing out.

2014 in tweets (Part 2 of 3)

I feel so innovative when all I do is embed tweets with these posts hahaha but yeah, to recap 2014, I’m posting the tweets that best sum up the year and putting them down by the month. Part 1 was about January to April and the next four months are below.

See Part 1 here

MAY!

#ScarJoEverything! :D

The theme of the next tweets is a monthly staple.

On relationships:

This is noteworthy:

JUNE!

For an NBA fan, June is Finals season. Bandwagon season din.

Through and through, I am

#Opinion

Pampatanggal umay:

JULY!

THIS.

Nakisawsaw sa World Cup:

Siyempre hindi mawawala ang:

AUGUST!

Somebody answer me please:

Siyempre:

UP won after a 27 game losing streak. That was a great day:

On Robin Williams’ death:

To cap:

Part Three on Friday! :D