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Glad to be back!

I have my own laptop now!!

I have this urge to write again. I hope I can always improve and do better!

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Barricade turn to a Heritage 🏯

Casa de Comunidad de Tayabas

Casa de Comunidad de Tayabas – located in my beloved hometown in Southern Tagalog. For 131 years, Tayabas used to be the provincial capital of Tayabas Province (now Quezon). Being at the heart of the province, Tayabas became the center for education, trade, arts and culture. De Manila a Tayabas, a book published in 1878 noted that Tayabas is the wellspring of purity of the Tagalog race; the center of pristine, elegant native language.

If you are visiting the City of Tayabas, one of the places you should see is Casa de Comunidad de Tayabas, which is a typical “Bahay na Bato” building that was constructed long ago. At first, it was was build as guesthouse for dignitaries during the Spanish Era. The place used to be a school because it was full of old wooden tables, chairs and old books. During World War II, Casa de Comunidad de Tayabas served as barracks for the Japanese. The original tribunal was constructed by Gobernadorcillo Francisco Lopez in the year 1776, and was constructed mostly of lightweight materials, only to be renovated later by the new Gobernadorcillo Don Diego Enriquez in 1831, and totally built of stone. Within the confounds of these very walls, Hermano Pule was killed by firing squad after being sentenced to death. This sentence was imposed on him for inciting the 1st major mutiny in the country, apparently an act driven by his belief in religious freedom. Pule formed what was called “The Brotherhood Cofradia de San Jose,” which debarred the Spanish as members. This led to him being arrested and tried by the Spanish religious authorities for the crime of heresy. After World War II, this building was entirely abandoned.

This place became what is known now as a historic attraction in June of 1978, according to the National Historical Commission of the Philippines, previously called the National Historic Institute. It is the biggest “bahay na bato” ever restored by the National Historical Institute.

Now that the building was already functional, Casa de Comunidad de Tayabas now has a museum, a gallery and a Municipal library inside the historic building. There are many things to see in the museum, such as some old stone pieces, which were utilized for specific purposes like crosses and the stone press. Taking a walking tour through this historical structure makes you feel as though you have stepped into a time machine. Now that it has been converted into a museum that exhibits the town’s unburied past. You can discover a lot if things that are very rare and very antique but definitely beautiful to see. You can see objects, old wardrobes by prominent people and pictures of former leaders of the town and events that took place in it.

Not only do you get to see some of the oldest things in Tayabas here, but also there are many local products found inside, such as lambanog or coco vodka. In addition, there are two chambers, one contains a series of photos of well-known sons of Tayabas, and another that contains a variety of dresses (native ternos) that have been preserved over the centuries. History buffs will love this place, and marvel at the many pieces that can be viewed here, which seem to have literally stood still in time.

If you have much time while in Tayabas City, make sure that this is one place you do not miss!

If you have much time while in Tayabas City, make sure that this is one place you do not miss! Great for your entire family, Casa de Comunidad de Tayabas is a wonderful interactive history lesson of the way life once was in this Historic City!

What’s inside the “Bahay Na Bato”?

Inside are the prominent products of Tayabas. If you haven’t tasted their famous lambanog, you can buy a bottle here. Also on display are galleries of photos and preserved native ternos.

Sad thing though, they don’t allow taking pictures inside the museum. So you better have to plan, go to Casa de Comunidad de Tayabas, and enjoy while reflecting in the past history of our hometown.

#bahaynabato #tayabasquezon #quezon #casa de comunidad de tayabas #historical story #heritage #spanish era #philippines

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Not a House Anymore

“Every person has a place which he treats differently than any other, the place where he feels more comfortable than anywhere else.”

Each of us has a place which brings back good memories which gives comfort. This place is called home. It is kept in our memories as an ideal one, even if it doesn’t look so perfect and doesn’t look so expensive.

In these spaces, our family gathers and have a wonderful time together. This place brings back warm memories about our childhood and family holidays. If I’ll look on it upon a mirror, it will surely reflect our values and beliefs that are associated with my childhood which is always deep in my memories. I began to realize how deep the meaning of home is. It is how important to keep relation to my family, then maintain happy, positive and calm atmosphere within a home.

It is where we share happiness, grief, and material things with my family. This gives me a place to care about the people that mean the most to me. It is a place to tell amusing stories or make memorable memories with my family. This place gives me assurance that no matter what I was going through, no matter how challenging life gets, there will be someone looking out for me because I know that they will give me definitive acceptance. It is where I can do anything I want and not be judged afterwards.

This home for me is made of experiences—moments of my life that helped to change me and to teach me. I believe that family is the treasure you’ll get inside a home. However, there are some instances where my own relatives are the one who doesn’t treat me like a family.

This home is where I was raised for ten years. Where I played with my siblings, laughed with my cousins, cried because of grief, and learned with my mistakes. It is where I grew and where I became me.

For me, it is a HOME.

#home #family #inside a home #essence of a home #home not a house

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Let yourself become a living poetry

— Unknown

#poetry #beingyourself

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She deserved better—but she still thought you were the best. You failed to give her enough affection, yet she still thought it was better than not receiving any at all. She was your flower—you treasured her until she bloomed, and when she did, you stopped. You only watered her when she was about to wither. That's why she keeps living—and that she keeps coming back to you. But now—it's different. She was gasping for air but you weren't there. She called for you. She begged you to water her with attention and love; time and care. She wanted you to give her the sunlight—and clear what you really felt. Because she wanted to feel it—she wanted to feel everything. But you ignored her call, and there she knew that it's going to be too late. Her leaves started to fall, her petals began to die—and so did she. The girl who loved you with all her life isn't coming back, no matter how much water you pour or how much sunlight you give. She has already died because of you. You killed her inside. You're too late. But hey, she's going to live again, and this time—she's going to live for herself. - I deserve better

#reflections #stories

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“You will find that it is necessary to let things go; simply for the reason that they are heavy.”

— C. JoyBell C.

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Angel On Fire // Halsey

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❤️

“Well, at least I have books”

— Me, when human company gets too much  (via witchrosefairy)

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I remeember him again 😓

howdy. 

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Masyado ng malalim ang gabi

Tila nagsisimula na naman ang pighati

Akoy napaluha

Ngunit hindi ko iyon sinasadya

Hanggang…

Sa nagtuloy-tuloy ang agos

Dahil dito na lamang siguro magtatapos

Kasabay…

Ng pawis at luhang tumatagaktak

Ay ang sipong unti-unti na ring pumapatak

Akoy napahalakhak

Dahil sa simpleng salita mo akoy nawasak

Ang puso kong lumutang sa langit

Ay unti-unti nang bumabagsak

Hindi ko kinaya

Nakakadalá talaga

Natuyo na ang pawis at ang luha

Ngunit ang sipon ay mas nanatili pa

Ang namumulang ilong ay mas namula pa

Ang namumugtong mga mata ang syang naging pruweba

Ang puso ko'y unti unti nang nagsasara

Kagaya ng ilong ko na may bumabara

Hindi ako makahinga

Sa katotohanang ayaw mo na

Masyado nang maliwanag

Ang sikat ng araw

Pagmulat ng mata

Hindi ako makagalaw

Masyado na namang napuyat

Sa paulit-ulit na pangyayari

Lalo na akong namayat

Bumangon ako mula sa kama

Ang unan at kumot ay tiniklop ko na

Sila ang naging saksi sa panandalian kong pagdurusa

Bubwelo na sana ng malalim na hininga

Ngunit isang pagtatanto ang aking naalala

Na ang sipon…

Kapag nagtagal ay maninigas doon

Saglit akong napaisip

At binigyan ng pagkakataon ang aking daliri'y sumilip

Dinukot ang natuyong pruweba

Ng sandali kong pagdurusa

Matapos kong makuha ay aking tinitigan

Ninais kong tikman

Ngunit sabi nila "Bes, maalat yan"

Hindi ko na sinubukan

Dahil ang tamis ang gusto kong maranasan

Matapos kong kunin at pagsawaan

Saka ko ito binilog,

Binilog…

Pinaikot-ikot…

Pinaglaruan…

Saka basta na lamang itinapon sa kung saan.

Naisip ko…

Wala siguro akong pinagkaiba sa isang kulangot

Hindi ko mawari, sadyang nakakalungkot

Ako mismo ang pruweba

Ng panandaliang pagdurusa

Hindi ako masarap sa panlasa

Wala akong taglay na tamis katulad ng iba

Matapos mo akong kunin at pagsawaan

Saka mo ako binilog,

Binilog…

Pinaikot-ikot…

Pinaglaruan…

Saka basta na lamang itinapon sa kung saan.

"KULANGOT"

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Topic from: Princess Jane Celis

—

alyvon

2017

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- unfinished poem-

Dumating ka sa isang

Hindi inaasahang

Pagkakataon…

Na kung saan

Wala pa talaga akong pakialam sayo noon.

Hinayaan kitang kausapin ako

Kahit hindi kita nakikita.

Hinayaan kitang kausapin ako

Kahit hindi kita kilala.

Mas minabuti kong desmayahin ka.

Inilalayo kita,

At ang totoong masamang ugali ang aking ipinakikita…

Ngunit nagpumilit kang pasukin ang magulo kong sistema.

Sa bawat araw na ako'y humihinga,

Ilan sa parte ng pagkatao mo ang aking nakukuha.

Totoong naramdaman kong…

Sa bawat parte ng katawan ko,

Ay kailangan ko ang tulad mo.

"Isa kang hangin na dumating matapos ang bagyo."

Lagi kong nadarama ang magaan mong yakap.

Lagi kong pinakikiramdaman sa tuwing tayo'y magkausap.

…

#spokenword #spokenwordpoetry #tagalog

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I asked the universe to fall in love And the universe answered First I fell in love with the dirt beneath my feet Molding itself around each step I planted Then I fell in love with the growing seeds, brushing against my ankles Even the weeds didn’t hold me back, for I loved them too Next I loved the sea, crashing against my kneecaps with fury and grace With each cold wave I was reminded of the warmth in my breath After that I loved the air, pushing me forward And forcing my stubborn gaze upon a new horizon Finally I looked up, and loved the sunlight Shining on my skin, nourishing a glow no one else could replicate Soon after, I met you I remembered how wonderful it felt to love And thought, perhaps, it might feel just as good to love you I asked the universe to fall in love And the universe answered I saw your disgust at the mud paths I walked along As you criticized the thorns prodding my ankles When the sea crashed a little too hard, you did not attempt to lift me up But instead only showed your strength to pull me away from the wind’s current Then, I found that when I looked to the sky, the sun no longer shined the way it used to Instead it lay dark, covered by a single greedy cloud So I decided not to love you For as much as I loved to love And tried to love The universe answered And the answer was no

(a.e.) // the universe (via i-am-poetrying)

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My heart has given up,

Weak and tired

Of beating,

Aching for you to return.

My duvet is my paradise,

A shield from reality,

Where I can slip in and out

Of consciousness,

Thinking of you.

It hurts less at night,

Where the few stars in this

Polluted city remind me of

Your eyes.

I always did find it captivating

How you were able to shine

In the toxicity you surrounded

Yourself in.

My body is fragile and starving

For your touch,

Sore from wailing and crying,

Drained from over thinking.

I know I need to move on,

Pull the fragments of my life together,

And drag myself from bed,

But for now,

I will lie in my pain

And think of what used to be.

M;s;h

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Someone who wants the best for you is what’s best for you.

(via deeplifequotes)

is he the one?

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A Silver Screen Along

Two years from now before she crossed the dunes just to work abroad. For two years, we had sacrificed time as well as everything else. They always say that this kind of relationship won't last. Still, I grabbed all my weapons – including her promises casted here inside me. Even Lorelei was far, there are two hard things that will make us last – our love and trust.

We always see, talk and even date each other. We always do. A big gratitude for the skyblue application here at the corner of the screen — Skype. And whenever the right arm of the clock stops on 8, this rectangular screen sings with her name. Asking for another video call with her.

I layed on the shipwrecked sheets and smiled. Before, I always chided her if she had another man who will also love her brushed and braided hair, or a man who can give her more time than the time I had in my watch. Behind of those quirks are my insecurities about the things and mostly those people around her in Korea. What will be possible with a hillbilly and rustic man like me, compared to them? Nothing.

Five months. My silver screen didn't seem so alive. No cackling notifications. No lengthy chats. No hint of tones. No ringing calls. No green ellipse beside her name. No "Lorelei Javier is now online…". Nothing. My silver screen seems nothing for five months. I don't care if it was filled with gritty dusts. I didn't bother to wipe it with a tissue, nor my hands. I treasured them as if it was the tiny pieces of my heart. An evidence of waiting for her. I never knew that it was too painful to wait. I thought, it could just make me feel bored and hungry. I never knew.

On the 16th day of April, I wrote my own version of a novel and sent it to her. It was too long that made the dusts sticky on my fingertips. I rubbed my eyes because it was starting to get blurry again. But I was shocked when I saw the green ellipse beside her name.

"Lorelei Javier is now online …"

Automatically, my lips formed a faint smile and the silver screen went blurry as linked lights wavered on the screen.

"Lorelei Javier is now calling…"

I immediately tapped the answer button as if someone will decline her call. It took a half minute before I could say,

— Hi Lori… I miss you…

My hoarse whisper filled the room. I can't see her clearly because it was too gloomy on screen. It was eight in the evening here, what time is it there? I touched the camera with my lips. Then she smiled while tiny drops of liquids run down her face. She placed her hand on the screen and I matched mine with hers.

— Can I stretch you out from my screen? I want you here beside me…

My voice broke again and I curved my fingers to fill the gaps between hers. Assuming that we could feel each other's hand. I can't. We can't. I could only feel the hardness of the screen, not her soft hands. I held my earphones firmly, listening if she's saying a word or something. I looked with her eyes but suddenly, it went black. My silver screen went black. Too much pain and anger. I threw my laptop away and it slapped on the floor. I slammed my body into my bed. At that time, I cried until I fell asleep.

I woke up feeling my skin as double-sided. I felt a pause. There was too much feeling beside me. An outlandish strawberry scent. She's here. She at once recalled all my words, endorsed and forgave them. Then told me that she will be no longer staying in a silver screen. Later, her pointy fingers made faces with my face. I hugged her tight so that she must feel my skin on her. Our broken pieces fully combined so when we parted, she took ever-deeper breaths. The fruity flavor of her lips remained after the fire. Then we met staring forehead to forehead, cried then laughed.

Lorelei picked me up from the bed and pleaded me to go outside my dreary room. To my surprise I see balloons on the floor, pictures us both hanging on the walls and a banner written with:

"Happy 3 years of love, my sarang."

Was it just my imagination? I could hear the angels whispering above,

Before I could say a word, she claimed me, so as I tasted desire. After that, she grabbed my laptop. I thought it was crashed. She played a video which looks like a recorded video call from her. I can't remember what she actually said. However, I remembered how those words bring shivers from my ears down through my heart,

— I love you Loki… Will you marry me?

alyvon

2017

#shortstories #literary #stories #shortstory

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My Expression of Contrition

My Expression of Contrition

Back in the first day

of senior high school.

The very first day

I entered this school.

I thought,

Being inside this lofty place

Was damn cool.

But those thoughts flowing in my mind

Was just for fool.

The room takes silence

As you appear from its entrance.

When your shoes snaps in

It had made me thinking

That the way you lift

Your feet to walk,

And the way you raise

Your lips to talk,

And the ray you give

From your unpainted skin

Makes me think that you're a real life mannequin

That is not made to be plastic,

But is made to be enthusiastic.

A mannequin who loves mathematics,

Yet hates poems and music!

But…

Those are only in reverse!

Allow me to rehearse!

Allow me to reminisce,

So I'll pick up every piece

Of the puzzle we made from laughter.

We've been together.

For more than a year,

We've shared laughter.

We've been closer.

For more than a year,

We've have entered

Our emotions.

Take each other's life as inspiration.

You've touched…

Every crusted mind and hearts,

To offer another motivation.

To be a successful man.

To be a fruitful one.

To be a victorious man.

As well as a responsible one.

The stories which came out

From your mouth.

The ideas danced about,

What you've shared experiences

Without a doubt,

Is what I always remember.

'Cause we've been together.

For more than a year,

We shared laughter.

But now, is it over?

I've complained for what you offer!

I've been such a holler.

That's why you've changed!

Is it for the better?

Unintentionally,

Our actions hurt you emotionally.

But I want you to see clearly,

That you hurt us too excessively.

Every moment you enter

The room became smaller.

And it feels like it's winter

As your coldness makes my heart splinter.

But what about forgiving?

What about writing poems and imagining us?

What about our memories we should not turn into dusts?

We're not insensible!

The pain are more than my scores I earned during discussion.

This is not may passion!

But I'll be able to change my actions,

Just for you.

Who had turn me into a brand new.

You never knew,

That back in the first day

Of senior high school,

You're the only one I see

To be so damn cool.

And I'm really sorry,

If we've been such a fool.

—

alyvon

2017

#spokenpoetry formyteacher poem spokenwordart

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I realized every situation doesn't need a reaction. Sometimes you just have to leave people to continue to do the lame shit that they do.

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