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"A place belongs forever to whoever claims it hardest, remembers it most obsessively, wrenches it from itself, shapes it, renders it, loves it so radically that he remakes it in his image." --Joan Didion
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Gerald: Living life in his full potential
CARMEN, Cebu â He comes out from his room. His hair is wet and he wears a white polo shirt. He is Gerald YbaĂąez, 24, with Cerebral Palsy.
A wheelchair sits empty just outside his room. But he beams a smile and he walks, leaning his hands on the wall, trailing the wooden sofa in the living room, towards the front door, approaching his working table crowded with wires and tools in the verandaâa five-meter distance from his room.
He is ready to succumb himself to work that requires scrupulous attention to detail. Today, Gerald is repairing a speaker.
A decade long ago, Gerald could only sit and crawl. His legs and feet were stiff. At nine months old, his mother, Lita, detected that Gerald was different from the typical children of his age. âWe had no idea what was his condition. I only sought the help of a quack doctor,â Lita says.
For ten years, since Geraldâs birth, Lita relied on the albularyo only to get an advice to have her child underwent palinaâan ancient practice of drenching oneself believed to cast evil spirits. âI stopped seeing the albularyo when Gerard reached ten years old, and for ten years, improvement was never seen.â
Believing in Education
At six years old, Gerald started attending classes in Day Care. He had no wheelchair and the only viable option was for Lita to carry him on her back to schoolâfive-kilometer distance, five days a week, home to school and home again.
When Gerald graduated in elementary, Lita decided not to enroll him in High School. âI was frightened with the thought that Geraldâs days in High school would only be marred with unpleasant encounters, with bullying, with discrimination.â
Persistent, Gerald cried. He had dreams, and he will âcontinue to dream until the last thread of his breathâ. Â While Lita had worries, Gerald was more terrified, given his situation, with what would be his future. He was serious in getting an education.
And so, persistent, Gerald cried and Lita, a mother, eventually enrolled him in high school against the odds of routinely dropping and fetching him from home to school and home again, five days a week, now in a nine-kilometer walking distance, and now with a wheelchair.
But Lita was wrong. Gerald had many friends in school. He cocooned in a caring school community where âteachers and classmates never gave me the opportunity to put me down.â
Geraldâs first step, and he wanted more
Years ago, when Gerald was 14 years old, he got a visit from NORFIL, a non-profit foundation that provides help to children and youth with disabilities through community-based rehabilitation. They came to discuss to help Gerard.
Gerald underwent a medical check-up. A check with the doctor confirmed that he has a Cerebral Palsy.
NORFIL provided them with home-based therapies and exercises. The stiff leg and feet muscles of Gerald were softened because Lita, characterized by a motherâs love, zealously implemented the exercises and therapiesâevery day, for two years. Â
And so, Gerald had his first step at the age of 16, and this time again, âfirstâ proved to be indelible. âThat first step brought me massive joy, literally. Right then, I wanted another step, another step, and another step,â recalls Gerald, perhaps without realizing that such first step was a great leap towards living his life in his full potential.
More steps soon followed after. Gerald graduated in high school. For him, it was not enough. A year after the graduation, he went off to enroll himself to the technical vocational program at the Area Vocational Rehabilitation Center of DSWD. He studied electronics.
These days, Gerard is now an Electronic Technician repairing cellphones, rice cooker, electric fan, speaker, amplifier, and DVD. He earns 1, 000 to 4, 000 pesos a week. He has a bank account for his savings and a fair share of his earnings goes to his mother.
Gerald can now walk with assistive home-made walker. He intends to raise a family one day. He is courting someone, a girl of 22 years old who fully knows about his disability. And in the process, Gerald, at 24 years old, feels there are butterflies in his stomach.
In the Philippines, 2010 census says 1.57 percent or 1.4 million persons of the 92.1 million household population had disability. Of this number, one could alarmingly lose count of the number of persons with disabilities who live in the grappling tales of hurdles and hopelessness, day after day.
For Gerald, he hopes that his boldness to dream and his willingness to live may echo that âour disability, our marginality must not deter us from leading our lives to our fullest potentialâ.
âWe must blot out âdisâ in the word disability, for the truest disability we could have is the inability to believe that we all have abilities we could use in achieving our dreams,â says Gerald.
Went around Ilocos Sur and Ilocos Norte last week. Came across with the idea of coming up a travel diary through a video.Â
Locals werenât used to someone who travels solo: âBat ka nag-iisa?â âAnong ginagawa mo dito at bat ka napadpad mag-isa?â
Meanwhile, please bear with the quality since it was shot using ipad mini and was edited in a non-professional video editing software.Â
I wish you will take the time to watch, and of course, enjoy.Â
PS: Thanks to Peterism who skipped his law classes to accompany me and tour me around Vigan. My stay in Vigan City would not be a lot nicer without his generous presence.
A Little Dose of Happiness
A while ago, roughly at 7:30 pm, exhausted from a dayâs work and tired from writing training documentations, I entered 7eleven store to buy coffee.
While inside the store, a song suddenly played on the store radio (that transported me back to my teenage years, making me remember a few things.
Fuck! Not now, please!
My friends knew that I had the tendency to humiliate myself in public. And so, I was tapping my fingers while waiting for my turn at the cashier. Towards the end of the song, I sang. Loudly!
âThen one day soon, it's gonna happen to you And when it does, oh no, it won't be pretty And then one day soon, it's gonna happen to you And when it does, I won't be there And I won't be anywhere 'cause
Then one day soon, it's gonna happen to you And when it does, it won't be pretty And then one day soon, it's gonna happen to you And when it does, I know it won't be prettyâ
People were looking at me but no one could stop me. I went outside the store, smiling. A little dose of happiness, indeed.
Anyway, I will leave you with the song now, âSoon by Moonpools and Caterpillarsâ
Hoping your night would be happier than mine.Â
Talk soon,Â
Ka
When you are full of problems, there is no room for anything new to enter, no room for a solution. So whenever you can, make some room, create some space, so that you find the life underneath your life situation.
Use your sense fully. Be where you are. Look around. Just look, donât interpret. See the light, shapes, colors, textures. Be aware of the silent presence of each thing. Be aware of the space that allows everything to be. Listen to the sounds; donât judge them. Listen to the silence underneath the sounds. Touch something âanythingâand feel and acknowledge its Being. Observe the rhythm of your breathing; feel the air flowing in and out, feel the life energy inside your body. Allow everything to be, within and without. Allow the âissnessâ of all things. Move deeply into the Now.Â
OLD FRIEND. OLD FOOL
Rem is one of the rare friends I have who knows me truly, literally. With him, I can be crazy: I can shout, I can dance, I can sing, I can laugh and hear the cry of my bone marrow. He knows the fool side of me. He knows that I have always wanted to have a childlike attitude. He knows how I wanted to live a life free of fears, free of the demands of knowledge and wisdom, free of societal demands and judgment, just like anyone else. He knows what I have been dreaming of. And he knows that once upon a time, I believe and we believe that only death could silence the howling of our souls.
Many people would cling to Rem for he is a celebrated film director whose artistic vision and direction have put the Philippine cinema into the world spotlight. Many of his films have toured around the world and garnered most-sought after awards.
Yet, many people donât know that he is a fool. Ha!
I miss those instances where the nights were spent talking for long about the miseries and struggles of our lives. Instances where a bottle of wine would console our grieving spirits and a glass of three would turn us from crying so hard into a burst of laughing for no good reason. Instances where we shared our ideas clashing with each other about the recent films that we had watched.
To Rem, I miss you, old fool. Ha!. I am excited of raising a glass of wine with you in celebration of our foolishness. Ha!
We both know that we are so conscious on the little things around us. And that makes our lives, and the lives of the people like us, miserable!
 Our recent email correspondence has triggered me to blog this.
Rem: kumusta naman ka Ka? Haven't heard from you lately.
Ka: Hi Direk. Okay ra akong kinabuhi. just okay. Hahaha. Congrats for the successful festival run of SWAP. read it in news. Kape?Â
Rem: hoooy Ka... salamat... I'm so happy to hear from you. I'm still in Spain karon november pa ko uli sa pinas intawn kay tomorrow mag start akong Camino De Santiago pilgrimage... mag walk ko alone for 1 month sa bukid sa Espanya... maayo unta ug maka survive... mag kape ta inig uli nako.. hehe I'll pray for you along the way. :)
Ka: Wow. I wish for you to be able to meet your soul. After all, traveling is a journey to oneself.Â
I would like to share this little nugget of wisdom from Ico Piyer, "We travel, initially, to lose ourselves; and we travel, next to find ourselves. We travel to open our hearts and eyes and learn more about the world than our newspapers will accommodate. We travel to bring what little we can, in our ignorance and knowledge, to those parts of the globe whose riches are differently dispersed. And we travel, in essence, to become young fools again-to slow time down and get taken in, and fall in love once more."
 Remember the words "to become young fools again".Â
 xoxo :D
 Rem: HI Glenn,Â
I have finished my walking here in spain, after almost a month and 800km of walking and meeting new people and most specially meeting myself along the way. I am very happy because along the way I picked up the "Book of Hours" by Rainer Rilke and I read it along the way before i sleep. his poems opened my eyes about God and how we can find him everywhere specially in solitude... I am very grateful to Rilke for being my companion and lifting my spirit.
 I would love to meet with you for a coffee when I get back!
Ka:Â Hoy Direk, Iam so happy to hear about the success of your pilgrimage. With that, I know you are a changed man now. haha.
Rilke is great. He is one of the rarest writers who influenced me that I should spend my life not believing on the things I've been told to believe. That life is simply beautiful despite its flaws and setbacks.
Sadly, I lost his "Letters to a Young Poet" that was bought in Bacolod. It was the only book of him that I possessed. I feel that a part of me is lost also.Echos! Hahaha
Bitaw, I can't wait to hear your stories about your pilgrimage. I hope it brings good to the growth of your soul.Â
When in Cebu, let me know. Kape!
summer sun. april 30, 2015Â
thid greets me the minute I went outside the gate of our office. When the night meets the sun.Â
unpeopled house reduced to ruins and decay
For when allâs said and done, who can tame a heart wild in its cage of mortality?... Who can teach a heart what the heart desires?
Merlie Alunan
To Teach a Heart by Merlie Alunan
"Your heart," he says, planting a needle
on a point between her brows,
"beats too fast. Too strong.
Works too hard.â More needles.
Side of her neck, her throat,
her shins, her feet, on her back.
Immobilized by the needles,
she wants to tell him
     -This heart has always chosen
     its own pace, wonât slow for anyoneâs sake,
     not even its own. Makes its own rules
     as hearts have done these ages now,
     maybe till all time. Quite beyond reason,
     this heart listens to no one,
     not even to me, deaf to everyone but itselfâ
but she says nothing, closes her eyes,
watching behind her lids violet suns
fold in, unfold, swirl, burst upon a world
known only to herselfâcaves of her fear,
ridges of her sorrow, thickets of rage
where sharp-clawed leopards prowl
in great hunger. Tissue and blood,
bone and fleshâfragile remnanats
of her ebbing daysâwhy her heart now
flails wild like fish caught in a drought,
thrashing in the mudflats of her memories.
His fingers count landmarks
among her ribs, down her spine.
More needles. âFor heartâs ease,â
he declares. Now sheâs a secret
he reads too easily with his salient eyes.
She sighs. Bless the live air streaming
in rivers of her veins, bless trees,
in the quarter moon, the purple suns
swirling in the dark behind her eyes.
Bless earth, bless wind and fire, bless rain.
Bless these thin needles in her throbbing pulses.
For when allâs said and done,
who can tame a heart
wild in its cage of mortality?
Still she lies, rehearsing faith
in his deft device.
 Who can teach a heart
what the heart desires?Â
Sunday with T-Bird and Tadhana
Itâs Sunday. And I woke up with the thought that Iâm neitherhappy nor unhappy. Iâm just okay. And this is the point in my life when being okay is an accomplishment. Fuck! Kalingaw sa akong kinabuhi. Hahaha
Iâve watched again T-Bird at Ako starred by Nora Aunor and Vilma Santos. I first saw T-Bird at Ako when I was in college.
Here is one of the best lines delivered by Ate Guy:
"Kapag gusto mong pumasok sa puso ko, dadaan ka muna sa utak ko."
HOLY SHIT!
And then Ate Vi has a line that goes:
"Basta nagmamahalan ang dalawang tao, legal na ang lahat!"
HOLY SHIT, again!
And thereâs a confrontation scene;
Nora: Bakit? Sino ka ba? Ano ba'ng ipinagmamalaki mo? Katawan lang 'yan! Saan ba galing 'yan, sa putik?
Vilma: Putik nga ako pero kahit ganito ako, nagsisimba ako kahit paano. At ang sabi ng nasa itaas, ang sala sa init, sala sa lamig, iniluluwa ng langit, isinusuka ng Diyos!
Face slapping follows. BULLSHIT! I enjoyed watching the film. Dignity is at stake.
After watching T-Bird at Ako, I watched That Thing Called Tadhana directed by Antoinette Jadaone and starred by Angelica Panganiban and  JM de Guzman.
The film was an entry to the 2014 Cinema One Originals Film Festival, and since its initial release, it has been the crowdâs favorite.The film didn't make to the Best Picture award but Angelica won the Best Actress award, as deemed worthy by her acting prowess. By the way, the Best Actor award goes to the Cebuano actor named MD, a friend and co-worker before. Â
Apart from that and modesty aside (okay, I am bragging. Sorry not sorry! Ha!) a good friend of mine is one of the story consultants of the film. Ha!
Below are some of my favorite lines from the film. The lines are humorous but they are not forced, which is why the film is not 'mais'.Â
âAlam mo âyung sinabi ni F. Scott Fitzgerald? There are all kinds of love in this world, but never the same love twice.â
âAlam mo âyung love na 8 years na kayo? Sa ganong love ka pa ba magdududa? Pero wala pala sa tagal ng relasyon yun. Ke eight months kayo o eight years, kung gusto ka niyang lokohin, lolokohin ka niya. Pag hindi ka na niya mahal, hindi ka na niya mahal.â
âHindi. Na. Kita. Mahal. Makakaalis. Ka. Na. Seven words. âYung 8 years namin, kinaya niyang tapusin in 7 words.â
âAlam mo yung sabi nila na âKapag kayo, kayo talaga.â Tangina, nakaka-gago yun. Bakit ko iaasa âyon sa isang bagay na hindi ko naman nakikita? Kung mahal mo, ipaglaban mo. Habulin mo. Gawin mong lahat para bumalik siya saâyo.â
âTo the great people we will be.â
âPara sa mga umibig, nasaktan, ngunit umiibig pa rin... You know sa mga tatanga-tanga!â
Love is scrubbing each other's back.Â
"Having a Coke with you"