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Time to say 'Goodbye'?
I am going to lose access to this account soon. For the past few months I have been unable to access this account through my laptop or any other computer. I am continously prompted to change my password but I can't because I no longer have access to the email I registered this account with. Five years. FIVE FUCKING YEARS. 1200+ people. 3000+ posts. Wala na po. I'll try to find ways to access this account, but because I will be changing my phone, I guess I might have to make a new one na lang:-( *sigh. this is really bumming me out*
Of Tweets, Rants, and the Falling Peso-Dollar Exchange Rate
Always try to educate our fellowmen. I know it's hard sometimes, having to reiterate something that YOU think is an easy concept to grasp. But hey guess what, not everyone majors in Economics or Finance and sometimes people just have a hard time catching up and that DOES. NOT. MAKE. THEM. STUPID. The thing about the Peso-Dollar exchage rate (or any foreign exchange rate, ftm) is that there's always two sides in the effect and it's best to understand that the effect (and how we react to it) is always based on perspective. I think that what irked most people about this post was because she is justifying DU30 and that what he is doing is helping our country. But maybe before we call her out, we could at least try to educate her or at least give her an idea on why the depreciation of the PH Peso means something else for other people. If you were receiving Dollars from abroad, you'd want this because it means you get more money out of the remittances you receive, giving you more money means higher consumption, higher utility cet.par. For the government, the falling peso means higher debt servicing. This means that it takes more peso to pay off foreign liabilities. So we spend more money on this rather than investing it here to build schools, offer healthcare services etc. There are also plenty of other scenarios and different ways this affects our economy and it's not just limited to trade, services and government but it affects us in our daily lives as well. Inflation could cause prices of commodities to spike or for example, oil prices increases, increasing transportation costs of food, thus increasing food prices, cet.par. So the next time you see someone posting something that you have an idea that they might be able to understand better, always offer a helping hand. Let us all raise the level of discourse. "When they go low, we go high" :-)
I guess that part of the reason a lot of people see protests and rallies as "unattractive" is because the act has largely been desensitize by the media. We grew up seeing people protesting but we rarely see the reason behind the protests with conviction. We always see the fight between government forces and the oppressed masses but seldom the aftermath and the solutions made. We go to school with hardly any care. This is where it gets worse. Apathy. We don't see ourselves in their position. We don't get to experience how bad their lives are day to day and it gets worse because our own government is apathetic towards them. I hope that you get to attend one rally and see just how wonderful it is to fight for something, to fight for what is right! When you're out there in the streets with people who share the same principles as you and when you demand what the government should be doing for its people, you make a change. You are the rock that sends ripples across oceans. It's the most genuine practice of your freedom to express!
Read this for pete's sake, i need to let off some steam
I have to say we Filipinos are very narrow minded peeps, we look at this world through a keyhole so tiny. We see want we want to see, we hear what we want to hear and forget the rest. Just look at us fighting for the funeral of one guy i mean c'mon people! Yes i know Marcos was not a hero but he was a valiant soldier who fought for our freedom! I’m clearly disappointed at how my generation’s acting the fact that YOU WERE NOT BORN YET WHEN THAT HOLOCAUST HAPPENED yet you mumble of such immature words. Let this memory be a thing of the past let no man stand in our way between the future. YOU WANTED CHANGE RIGHT? THEN SO BE IT. Our current president gave us a new perspective and a blank page to write yet we keep on repeating the same shit we wrote on the last one. Oh and by the way i’m not pro marcos nor am i opposing him, i just wanna say this thing we have here is not a TREND we call it MUTINY.
How can people so easily justify the attrocities of the Marcos dictatorship with him being a soldier and a former President? Do you really think that these things outweigh the horrible human rights violations that took place during Martial Law? Do you really think that it's so easy to just put things into the past when they have neither acknowledged nor asked for forgiveness for the things that happened? I implore you to seek reason far more than what you were taught. You say that we look at things through a keyhole, but the very act of protests is because people have taken a look further beyond it. That's why we're in the streets, clamoring for the freedom that you so wrongfully pin that the dictator fought for. You don't need to have been born when the Emancipation Law was enacted to know that slavery is bad any more than you have to be born between 1972-1986 to understand that the Martial Law era crippled our country in every aspect. We all want change. But change at the expense of liberty and freedom and justice? What kind of change would that usher our country into? If you think Marcos' burial at the Libingan ng mga Bayani can be justified because he was a soldier, then under the rules and provisions that guide that notion, any military personnel who was dishonorably discharged can be denied a slot in the cemetery. When he fled and was exiled in 1986 as a President, he was also effective discharged as the Commander in Chief of the AFP. You can read up on Hon. Angelina Sandoval-Gutierrez's dissenting opinion on the matter. As well as Just. Carpio's beautiful condensed legal paper on this. I'll share you the link.
You claim that this is mutiny, but on whose side? The Marcoses hastily buried FEM even while there was still 15 days to petition against the ruling of the Supreme Court. They ought to be held on contempt along with the PNP. Duterte is just as responsible for this as it was one of his promises to the Marcoses during his campaign. Why else would he choose not to publicly give VP Robredo a cabinet position because "it would hurt Bongbong's feelings"? You think he "gave us a blank sheet and we keep repeating the same shit"? Exactly what do you mean by this? I hope you understand that is far too difficult to move on without acknowledging the horrors of the past and even moreso when you know these people owe the Filipinos a sincere and genuine apology as well as returning the billions they took from us. Please please please.
Hey guys. If you happen to buy a Silver Ticket for the Coldplay concert and decide you don't want to go anymore please please please let me know right away huhuhaha PLEASE AND THANK YOUU
Sunset over Manila. As viewed from our apartment balcony.
My usual stay-at-home-and-surf-the-internet body is itching to go out. Fact is, I really do wanna go and it’s a good time to go out too ‘cause I’m free but I just have no idea what it is that I’m going to do. I mean, I could go watch a movie or eat someplace nice but I can do those things in the comfort of this apartment. I guess a part of me just doesn’t want to go out because I’ll be spending it alone. Don’t get me wrong, I do like doing things alone but right now I just feel so…fragile (oh god stop it,self) and it would be nice if my friends were here but nope they’ve all abandoned me haha. And I thought provincial life was boring. Geez. I miss the beach. I miss going on random trips to the farms. I miss the cozy feeling of home. Manila, what’s good?!
“Mamatay akong hindi nasisilayan ang maliwanag na pagbubukang liwayway sa aking Inang Bayan, kayong makakakita, batiin ninyo siya at huwag niyong kalimutan ang mga taong nalugmok sa dilim ng gabi.” — Elias, Noli Me Tangere
(/ Victims and true heroes of Martial Law to the current generation and the Filipino people)
Gising na, Pilipinas kong mahal.
#MarcosNoHero #MarcosNotAHero #NeverAgain #NeverForget #BusinaParaSaHustisya #InilibingSaLupaHindiSaLimot #MarcosDiktadorHindiBayani #TuitionNiSandroPeraNgBayan #MillennialsForFreedom #MillennialsAgainstMarcos
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The Dictator's Burial
There he rests, in a casket far grander than any bed his victims laid eye on on their last days. The soldiers are there too, but for his protection. So much has changed. Were it 30 years back, they’d be weilding bayonets and guns and lit cigars on people who were against the attrocities his administration strongly covered. The iron butterfly stands in tears but still in an imposing presence. Her black gown is a beautiful one, but a silent cry from her own outlandish days of glory. Her hair is in the most iconic of styles. There is a moment she wished she had not rushed the ceremony if only to have one last hurrah to brag at just how she deserves to be royal. She stands beside her children, her grandchildren, friends, extended family. The air is steady, the murmur of the crowds seem insignificant. Inside her head she is filled with joy. Her husband, the love of her life, will be buried a hero. He is there, inside the beautiful casket. Our dictator. Their revered hero. Outside the guarded gates, a nation is torn deeper apart. Willful ignorance is a disease that eats the minds of a country that no longer sees in itself the centuries of oppression it has endured. There, inside the cemetery of the nation’s true heroes, the stench of the mass murdering, thieving, cheating dictator and his cronies reek. He will never be my hero.
*is deeply stressed atm* I could really use a cup of hot chocolate and 3 hours of intense sex. what is happening to this world??
MARCOS IS NOT A HERO
THE SUPREME COURT HAS GIVEN THE GREEN LIGHT TO HAVE MARCOS BURIED IN THE LIBINGAN NG MGA BAYANI. I DONT KNOW WHAT TO SAY. WHAT AN INSULT TO EVERY SINGLE PERSON WHO WAS TORTURED OR KILLED DURING HIS DICTATORSHIP! HOW CAN HIS FAMILY CALL FOR FORGIVENESS WHEN THEY HAVE NEVER APOLOGIZED NOR MADE ANY EFFORTS TO ACKNOWLEDGE THE TRAGEDIES THAT TRANSPIRED DURING HIS PRESIDENCY. HOW CAN SOME PEOPLE BE SO EVIL??
#NeverForget Three years later. Tacloban has been a symbol of resiliency and while there are still a lot of problems that need to ge addressed (the missing donations, the government's inadequacy, the survivors who are still living in transitional shelters) Tacloban for the most part, has shown that even the strongest of storms cannot drown our spirits. Around this time three years ago, I was stuck in a hospital room with my grandfather who was bedridden, my sister, my cousin and uncle. Wet, scared and losing all hope, we tried our best to keep our head's leveled. The creaking sound of the hospital roof and the shrieks of people who had evacuated inside the hospital, the gushing water that brought with it debris is still fresh in my mind. I will never forget how the entire first floor of the hospital was submerged in black water. The smell and sight of blood. People crying and shouting names. I still have nightmares about it. The sight of Tacloban after the storm was nothing short of apocalyptic. Dead bodies were all over the streets. Not a single building in sight looked undamaged. Thousands of people looting, running, crying in the streets. I felt for sure Tacloban was gone. But three years since, the city is back on its feet. Better, even. There's just so many to thank for. Losing Papa in the storm and my own exodus away from the city made me realize just how little we are and how our lives ought to be appreciated. I hope that the feeling of resiliency, hope and kindness reverberates through many generations, that 5 or 10 or even 100 years from now, the waves that almost washed away the very existence of Tacloban become a testament of human resiliency.
Hi guys. I know a lot of you here are on Twitter as well, or if you're not maybe a friend is and you've probably read or heard about this thread that went viral last night about a minor who was harassed plenty of times on a groupchat by boys who were mostly of legal age. This is wrong. There is no justification whatsoever. This. Has. To. Stop. Stop saying that "Boys will be Boys" Boys need to be educated and taught that objectification of women as sex objects is wrong. That you have no right whatsoever to claim a woman's sexuality. You have no right to shame a young girl and continually abuse her with awful hoots and catcalls! How dare you! You, as a person born from a woman, raised in the comfort of a woman, loved and taught by a woman. Have you no shame?? This has to stop. When your sister, mother, aunt, grandmother or friend or a stranger says that she is hurt by the looks and the names men call her on the street, take a stand and defend her the way she will when you get yourself in deep shit. Don't be ignorant of these problems please. Stop perpetuating misogyny and embracing this patriarchal society as it is. Don't. Please. Just don't.
"Write it. Sketch it. Do whatever the fuck you want with what you're feeling when you're staring down at this. When I come back, show it to me. Read to me, sing it even! I want you to keep track of things because I know how much you'll want me to be there. I wish I could stay. But right now, this is something that I can leave you with. I'll be back. I promise."
"But you don't understand me at all." I don't know about you guys, but this is something tht hurts me deeply. Can you imagine trying to do everything you can to help someone, going over everything you know and giving them the best that you can offer only for it to fail miserably? It's not that you get bitter at the person, but I just can't take the feeling where you know they aren't getting better despite everything you're doing and it hurts because you know they deserve someone better and they deserve the best person that could understand them and you get to the point wherein you realize that THAT PERSON IS NOT YOU. I cry about this a lot of times and I just feel terrible about it too. Sorry.
I don't like leaving things to fate or anything like that. I want to be able to do something about my life; make choices, go out and try my best at socializing, see if it's all worth it.. But sometimes, when I'm by myself and in the middle of a crowd, a part of me begs for this moment where somehow, without doing much, I find somebody and everything just falls into place. A magical click that just pulls both of us together. I don't know. I've been spending too much time by myself lately.